Chapter 14 I Want to See Your Face
The idea was sound, indeed. The notion of being called "Dad" at this juncture seemed rather premature.
"Okay," I responded with a nod. Should my relationship with Rita evolve, the child wouldn't have to alter their address for me.
Upon my acquiescence, Rita's spirits visibly soared. "Then stay for dinner tonight!" she proposed.
Judith, too, was elated. She clung to me, pleading to be lifted, and without hesitation, she called me "Dad". I found myself unable to resist her innocent request.
After a hearty meal, I bid them adieu and retreated to the sanctuary of my home.
Once ensconced in the familiar surroundings, I found myself reflecting on the recent events. They seemed almost surreal in retrospect.
Suddenly, I remembered my neglected private account. It had been two days since I had last logged in.
Upon signing in, a deluge of messages filled my screen. Sexy Kitten had left dozens, and Lily had sent a handful.
Sexy Kitten: [Darling, are you still busy?]
Sexy Kitten: [Darling, you've been silent all day.]
Sexy Kitten: [It's only been two days, have you grown tired of me? (Crying face)]
Upon seeing Jenny's messages, I hastily typed out a response.
Mighty Tiger: [Sorry, I've been tied up at an event for the past couple of days and barely had a chance to check my phone. It just concluded.]
Having dispatched the message, I turned my attention to Lily's messages.
Lily: [Hi, Mighty Tiger, are you there?]
Lily: [I encountered a minor issue during my workout today, can you help me?]
Attached was a photo of Lily, seated on a yoga mat, clad in ultra-short shorts and a midriff-baring crop top.
There was also a video of her performing planks, her breath slightly labored. "Mighty Tiger, is my form correct?"
Her breath, her form, it stirred something within me.
Noticing that the most recent message was sent a mere two hours ago, I copied the message I had sent to Jenny and forwarded it to Lily.
Within minutes, Lily responded.
Lily: [Oh, I thought you found me bothersome!]
Mighty Tiger: [Far from it. It's an honor to be sought after by a beauty such as yourself!]
Lily responded with a blushing emoji.
Lily: [You certainly have a way with words!]
Just as I was about to reply, another message arrived.
Lily: [Mighty Tiger, can I video call you?]
Without waiting for my response, a video call request popped up.
Well, if she wanted to video call, so be it. However, she didn't ask if I wanted to!
I hesitated briefly. My initial instinct was to decline, but instead, I swiftly removed my shirt, revealing my chiseled abs, and splashed some water on myself to give the impression of a recent workout.
Upon accepting the call, I was greeted by Lily's face on the screen. She seemed to have just completed her workout, her cheeks flushed, a delicate collarbone peeking from beneath her fair neck.
"Ah, Mighty Tiger, why are you shirtless?"
I flashed a mischievous grin, cleared my throat, and responded in a deep, resonant voice, "Oh, I was just working out!"
In the video, Lily shielded her eyes. Upon hearing my explanation, she couldn't resist sneaking a peek through her fingers. Evidently, my abs had piqued her interest.
"Why are you covering your eyes? What's wrong with this?"
"I just feel somewhat embarrassed!"
Despite her words, Lily lowered her hand. "Mighty Tiger, why can't I see your face?"
"I'm not prepared to reveal my face just yet."
Women, I'd found, were often more curious than men, and the less I revealed, the more intrigued she would be.
"May I see it?"
"The timing isn't right. When the moment is appropriate, I'll show you."
I gently rebuffed her request.
"Alright then," Lily conceded, a hint of disappointment in her voice. However, she quickly diverted the conversation to fitness-related queries. Having some experience in the field, and armed with the eloquence honed in the marketing department, I engaged her with a blend of humor and wit.
As was my habit, I subtly shifted the conversation towards her personal life. She was surprisingly forthcoming, offering even more detail than before.
"I actually like a more assertive man, someone strong and decisive. Perhaps it's because my life has been meticulously planned by my parents since childhood, I'm not adept at making my own decisions."
Could this be a case of big boobs without brains?
"Be it in life or work, I hope you can guide me. I also relish the dominant sensation of being forcefully kissed."
Blushing, she added, "Mighty Tiger, don't make fun of me. I yearn for love, but my family forbids it. In a family like mine, I'm not permitted to make decisions regarding my own marriage, so I can only dream."
"If the man you envision were to appear beside you right now, would you fall for him? Would you risk everything for him?" I asked.
Lily was silent for a moment, her thoughts seemingly far away. After a careful consideration, she finally spoke, "I'm not sure. I don't have anyone like that in my life. My interactions with the opposite sex are limited, and when they do occur, it's usually in a professional context, with superiors or subordinates."
Her voice was tinged with frustration, a hint of adolescent rebellion simmering beneath her words, like a child yearning for a toy just out of reach.
"Don't lose heart," I reassured her. "Such a person will undoubtedly cross your path."
"Thank you, Mighty Tiger," she responded, her voice soft. "You truly are an expert in emotional matters."
After ending the call, I found myself with a deeper understanding of Lily. Despite being twenty-six, she harbored fantasies of a forceful kiss, a sign of her repressed desires. It was clear that she had a slight preference for dominance, perhaps even a mild masochistic streak.
She was drawn to assertiveness, control, and admired men of character, even if their care bordered on the unreasonable.
A plan began to form in my mind.
Switching to Jenny's messages, I found several waiting for me.
Sexy Kitten: [You finally replied. I tried not to pester you like some immature girl, but I couldn't help myself!]
Mighty Tiger: [No, I've been missing you a lot these past two days. Can I call you?]
After leaving her hanging for two days, it was time to show some warmth. I initiated a voice call, which she answered promptly.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you in advance. I had an event, and I kept you waiting."
My first words were an apology, a gesture to convey my guilt and to assure her of her importance to me.
"It's okay, I knew you'd come find me once you were done."
Jenny's voice was soft, a stark contrast to her usual harsh demeanor.
"I had a dream last night. You were lying in my arms, and I whispered 'I love you' a thousand times."
Women of all ages enjoyed hearing sweet nothings, even if they knew they were not entirely true.
Of course, there needed to be a foundation between the two parties; otherwise, such words could be off-putting.
I stayed on the phone with Jenny until late into the night. I didn't allow her to satisfy herself, nor did I ask for any photos or videos. However, before going to sleep, she sent me a collection of photos and videos.
Sexy Kitten: [Although you didn't ask, these are specially prepared for you. Keep them safe. (Tongue-out emoji)]
Looking at the photos and videos, I felt a pang of regret. The beauty had been in my arms the previous night, and yet, I hadn't made a move!
Just as I was about to act on my impulses, the alarm sounded, shattering my daydream.
I rose, freshened up, dressed neatly, and headed out.
Upon reaching the office, I went straight to the janitor's rest area to begin my day's work.
Jenny still hadn't transferred me back to the marketing department. The other staff continued to look at me with mocking expressions.
Every Monday, the marketing department held a large meeting, presided over by Jenny. Having been transferred from marketing to the hygiene department, I was exempt from attending. However, my cleaning duties remained, and I worked diligently while Jenny delivered her speech.
After her address, the supervisors from each group presented their results, followed by the top salespeople. The company awarded bonuses, typically around three thousand US dollars each time!
The staff took turns sharing their marketing insights on stage, a routine that had become monotonous to me.
Soon, it was Philip's turn to take the stage.
Dressed in a stylish suit, his hair neatly styled, and a bow tie adorning his neck, he looked as though he was about to embark on a blind date.
"Hello, I'm Philip, the sales champion of Group Five. This is my tenth time sharing marketing insights on stage. Marketing is actually quite simple—be bold, attentive, and thick-skinned, and seize every opportunity without any slack.
"These words might not be novel, but I believe a successful marketing case needs negative examples to complement it. With negative examples, we can easily identify the problems."
As he spoke, his eyes flicked towards me, uncertainty clouding his gaze. A sense of foreboding washed over me.
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