Chapter 1346
"That's enough. You don't need to explain." Daisy's voice was firm, unwavering. "Just go. You're not welcome here anymore."
Kevin, silenced by her anger, dressed quickly and headed for the living room. Laura emerged from her bedroom, a pout on her lips. "Kevin! Where were you? I was waiting for you. Come see my new outfit!"
"Laura, I have to go home," Kevin mumbled, his gaze lingering on her innocent face. Daisy's words echoed in his ears, a stark reminder of his own carelessness, his lack of genuine concern for the girl who stood before him. He'd been a fool. And now he understood Daisy's fury.
"But it's pouring! Wait until the rain stops," Laura said, surprised by his abrupt departure. She watched him slip on his shoes, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She hurried to Daisy's room, finding her mother sitting on the bed, her face pale, her eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. "Mom, Kevin's leaving. It's raining really hard, and I told him to wait, but he just… ignored me. What's going on? Does he hate me?"
Daisy's first instinct was to go after Kevin, but she stopped herself at the doorway. It wasn't just the act itself, the shocking intimacy, that had enraged her. It was the blatant disregard for Laura, the risk he'd taken, the potential consequences. If she let this slide, where would it end?
What if Laura found out? The thought sent a chill down her spine. Her marriage was a hollow shell, a burden she carried with increasing resentment. Laura was her anchor, her reason for enduring. She couldn't risk losing her. She had to make Kevin understand. She was Daisy, the assistant director of the dance troupe, not some naive teenager to be manipulated and used. If he didn't learn his lesson now, then it was over. For good.
Kevin stepped out into the downpour, the cold rain instantly soaking him to the bone. Despair settled over him, heavy and suffocating. He knew he'd crossed a line, a line he could never uncross. He walked, head down, letting the rain wash over him, a futile attempt to cleanse the shame that burned within him.
He arrived back at Audrey's house, shivering and drenched, to find the door locked. He fumbled for his keys, only to realize he'd left them inside. After waiting for a while, the cold seeping into his bones, he decided to find Audrey at the school. The streets were flooded, the construction sites treacherous. He slipped and stumbled, his clothes caked in mud.
He finally reached the gates of Sunset Valley High just as an Audi pulled out. Oliver's car. And in the glow of the security lights, he saw Audrey in the passenger seat, laughing, talking animatedly with Oliver. He even saw Oliver reach out, his hand brushing against Audrey's chest, and she didn't flinch. Kevin's stomach dropped. A wave of nausea washed over him. The pieces clicked into place. Audrey's late nights at work… It all made sense now.
While he'd been lost in his own selfish pursuits, blinded by lust and the thrill of the forbidden, Oliver had been with Audrey, enjoying her company, her attention. He imagined Oliver's hands on Audrey's ample breasts, the G-cup bounty he'd only glimpsed, and a sharp pang of jealousy pierced his heart. He'd thought he was gaining something, but in reality, he'd lost everything.
The rain continued to fall, relentless and unforgiving. Kevin sank to the ground, his legs giving way beneath him, tears mingling with the rain streaming down his face.
Inside the Audi, Audrey's cheeks were flushed. When Oliver reached towards her, she'd braced herself for his touch, but he'd only been adjusting her seatbelt. Embarrassed, she stammered, "Oliver, you can just drop me at the corner. I can walk from there."
"Audrey, look at this weather. The construction… the puddles… you'll fall and break your neck. I have a duty of care to my staff," Oliver said, his voice laced with a righteousness that barely concealed his own pleasure. The rain was a gift, an excuse to extend their time together, to be close to her. He glanced at her breasts, the full curves straining against her wet blouse, and a familiar heat surged through him. They were only a few cup sizes larger than Daisy's, but the effect was… intoxicating. Just looking at them made his blood race. The fact that he couldn't touch them was almost unbearable.
They reached the narrow alleyway leading to Audrey's apartment. The car couldn't go any further. Audrey opened the door, stepped out under the cover of her umbrella, and waved goodbye. But as she turned to walk, her foot slipped on the wet pavement. She cried out, a sharp pain shooting through her back and hip. She couldn't get up.
Oliver was out of the car in an instant, rushing to her side. "Audrey! Are you alright? Can you stand?"
"I… I think so…" she mumbled, mortified. Her hip throbbed, a dull ache radiating down her leg. She tried to push herself up, but the pain was too intense.
Oliver saw her struggle and, without hesitation, offered her his back. Audrey hesitated, her clothes soaked through, her body pressed against his. She bit her lip, then relented, the driving rain leaving her little choice.
"I'll carry you," Oliver said, his hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her. He could feel the weight of her breasts against his back, the soft, yielding flesh even through the layers of wet fabric. Despite the cold rain, a warmth spread through him, his cock hardening against his trousers.
He carried her inside, and as he set her down, his eyes widened. Her clothes clung to her like a second skin, outlining her long, slender frame. Her bra was clearly visible, the full globes of her breasts practically spilling out. She was breathtaking.
"Mr. Jones… thank you. I'm fine now," Audrey said, her cheeks burning as she noticed his gaze. She realized how exposed she was, and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.
"Uh… rest up. See you around," Oliver stammered, sensing her discomfort. He wasn't going to take advantage of her. He turned to leave, but as he reached the door, he heard a soft moan. He turned back to see Audrey swaying, her face contorted in pain. He rushed to her side, helping her onto the sofa. He frowned at her wet clothes. "Audrey, you need to change out of those. You'll catch a cold."
"It's… it's okay. I'll just lie down for a while," Audrey said, her voice weak. She couldn't move her lower body, and there was no way she could change by herself. Asking Oliver to help… With Kevin gone, it felt… too intimate, too dangerous.
"Audrey, I know you're wary of me. And I admit, I have feelings for you. But I'm not going to take advantage of you. Not now, not ever. I swear." A clap of thunder rattled the windows, but his gaze remained steady, unwavering.
Audrey looked at him, his suit and shirt soaked through, his hair disheveled. He looked vulnerable. And his eyes held a sincerity that surprised her.
A long silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the rumble of thunder. Oliver lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around his head as he waited for her response.
"Mr. Jones… please. We both have families. You know… you know this isn't right. I respect you. You're a good principal, a good man. I'm not… I'm not worth this. Daisy is a wonderful woman. You should cherish her. I'll continue to work hard, to support Laura's education. I promise." Her words tumbled out, a jumbled mix of gratitude and apprehension.
The mention of his wife and daughter caused a flicker of something to cross Oliver's face. He was infatuated with Audrey, captivated by her beauty and intelligence, but he wasn't ready to throw his life away. He wanted to have both. He wasn't a reckless young man anymore.
"I know you probably think I'm a scumbag. And maybe I am. I'm selfish. I've hurt my wife. But I can't deny how I feel about you. You're an amazing woman, Audrey. Any man would be lucky to have you. And I'm no different. But I won't force you. Not ever. Unless you come to me, willingly… I won't push it. You have your dignity. And I have my pride." He took one last look at her, his gaze lingering on her curves, before turning and walking out the door, leaving her alone in the silence.