Chapter 1534
As two long, shapely legs emerged from the car, a tall, sexy, mature woman stepped out. Despite the cold weather, she wore a leopard print bodycon dress, with only a thin white wool shawl draped over her shoulders. Her figure was curvaceous, especially her full, soft breasts that bounced with each step, creating a tantalizing sight.
Ignoring the gazes of the men around her, the woman walked straight to the shop and said in a sweet voice to Byron, "Hey Byron, can I get some soy milk and regular milk?"
"Cynthia, just a sec," Byron replied with a smile, clearly familiar with her. He quickly packed the soy milk and regular milk and handed them to her.
Cynthia paid, then walked back to her car, her hips swaying seductively under her bodycon dress. The men behind her swallowed hard, their pants tightening at the sight. Cynthia was incredibly sexy, and her attire suggested she wasn't a conventional woman.
Cynthia loved the soy products from Byron's shop and always stopped by when she was in the area. She didn't care about the men's stares; she believed in wearing what she liked and didn't mind being looked at. She despised women who wanted to dress sexy but were afraid of being seen.
Seeing the men staring at her butt, Cynthia swayed her hips even more. But she suddenly slipped and fell backward, her face turning pale with fright as she flailed her arms.
Suddenly, she felt a hand firmly supporting her butt. She quickly stood up and turned to see a middle-aged man in a janitor's uniform, his appearance somewhat sleazy. She frowned in disgust, stepped back, and instinctively patted her butt as if to remove any trace of his touch. She also covered her nose, seemingly repelled by his smell.
Tom had only intended to help her up, with no ulterior motives. But seeing the contempt in her eyes, his dark face flushed with shame. He couldn't stand being regarded as a sewer rat or a kitchen cockroach by these wealthy women. Although he was merely a janitor, he earned his living through honest labor, unlike corrupt officials who exploited others. Subconsciously, he reached towards her chest, as if to reclaim some semblance of dignity.
As his rough hand neared her breast, Cynthia screamed and threatened, "What are you doing? Don't touch me, or I'll call the cops. My husband works at the precinct."
Tom snapped back to reality at the mention of the police and quickly withdrew his hand, cursing himself for getting involved. If the police got involved, he'd be in serious trouble. Seeing Cynthia about to make a call, he wanted to flee but found his legs too weak to move.
Byron rushed out of the shop, offering an apologetic smile to Cynthia. "Cynthia, he didn't mean it. Tom is my neighbor and a good man. Please forgive him. Tom, apologize to Cynthia now."
"Sorry, I was wrong," Tom mumbled, feeling humiliated but knowing he had no choice. If Cynthia called the police, he'd be in big trouble. He bowed his head, his already hunched back bending even more.
On the grimy street, a tall, imposing woman stood while two short middle-aged men bowed and scraped, creating a thought-provoking scene.
"Forget it," Cynthia said, deciding not to argue with a janitor. She huffed and got into her car but didn't start it right away. Instead, she took a sip of her soy milk and called Edgar. "Hey, Edgar, are you coming home for dinner tonight? If not, I'll just eat something simple. Sean's at his grandpa's. Okay, talk to you later."
She hung up and continued drinking. Although there were many places selling soy products in Harmony County, Cynthia preferred Byron's shop. The soy milk was smooth and delicious, high in protein, and didn't make her gain weight. She had tried to ask Byron for his secret, but he always kept it to himself.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a message from Albert, making her frown.
A few days ago, her son Sean had brought a boy home, saying he was a classmate. Cynthia had warmly welcomed him. The boy, Albert, was outgoing and chatty, making Cynthia laugh with his witty remarks. She found him interesting and had asked for his number to keep tabs on Sean’s school life.
But ever since, Albert had been sending her messages, ranging from jokes to humorous stories, and even some risqué images. At first, Cynthia replied out of politeness, but soon she felt uncomfortable. Albert's messages were often suggestive, which was inappropriate for a boy his age.
If an adult had sent such messages, she would have laughed it off. But Albert was just a kid, and her son's classmate, so she had to be careful. She gently reminded him to focus on his studies, but he started sending flirty messages instead.
Reading the latest message, Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. Albert was using his school flirting techniques on her, but she was old enough to be his mother. Still, she felt a bit flattered that she could attract a young boy's attention.
"Waiting all night for your message, I think it's not that you don't love me enough, but the night isn't long enough," read the latest message from Albert.
Cynthia didn't want to encourage Albert but couldn't resist replying, "Albert, you should focus on your studies. I'm too old for this."
Albert quickly responded, "Cynthia, you don’t look old at all. You look very young."
Cynthia chuckled. Albert was easy to please, much more so than Kevin, who had been reluctant to accept her apology last time.
"Do you like music, Cynthia?" Albert sent another message.
"Yes, I do," Cynthia replied without thinking. With nothing better to do at home, she decided to humor Albert. As a forty-year-old woman, she found it amusing rather than offensive to be pursued by a teenager. Chatting with Albert made her feel younger.
"Well, I like you."
Cynthia paused, then laughed, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "Albert, what do you like about me?"
In his room, Albert's breath quickened as he read Cynthia's message. He had been trying hard to win her favor since getting her number. But Cynthia always seemed aloof, giving short replies or just smiley faces, which frustrated him. His usual tricks worked on girls like Lucy, but Cynthia was a mature woman who saw right through his intentions.
Still, Albert refused to give up. He had bragged to Kevin about winning over Sean's mom, Cynthia. Although Kevin was his friend, they were also rivals. Kevin had better grades, a girlfriend named Laura, and had even been with Vanessa. Albert had dated Lucy and been with Elodie, but they couldn't compare to Laura and Vanessa.
Albert was determined to prove himself. If he could win over Cynthia, he'd surpass Kevin in at least one area. Plus, the fact that Cynthia was Sean's mom made the challenge even more thrilling.
Remembering Cynthia in her thin nightgown, her breasts barely concealed, Albert felt a rush of heat. His dick grew, straining against his shorts. He vowed to win Cynthia's heart and finally make Kevin envious.
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