The Day I Kissed An Older Man – Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Corinne’s eyes widened in bewilderment when she realized Jeremy was doing one-handed push-ups. He had covered her mouth with one hand after pulling the blanket over their bodies, leaving only their heads exposed.
They stared blankly at each other, his face rising and falling within inches of hers. Anyone who saw them would assume they were in the midst of a passionate session.
Corinne felt uncomfortable and pushed his hand away. “Mister, you…”
When Jeremy lowered himself during a push-up, he leaned into her ear and whispered, “Didn’t you say you were going to do a proper job of fulfilling your task? You need to cooperate with me on this as well, so stop moving around!”
Corinne stared at him before noticing movements at the door. Pamela had pushed it slightly ajar and was observing in secret.
‘I get it now!’ Corinne realized and whispered, “Do you want me to moan too?”
Jeremy froze slightly. “Do you know how?”
Corinne’s expression showed confidence, while Jeremy’s was teasing.
“Go ahead and try.”
Corinne took a deep breath and performed, causing Jeremy’s playfulness to vanish immediately. He covered her mouth to stop her.
The small gap at the door closed, and Pamela, satisfied, turned and left.
Corinne pushed Jeremy’s hand away. “Your grandmother is gone, mister! You can get up now!”
Jeremy lifted the blanket, got up, and grabbed his shirt.
Corinne leaned against the bedhead. “You must be very disciplined to maintain those six-pack abs at this age!”
‘This age?’ Jeremy stiffened.
“I’m going to think you’re interested in my body if you keep looking at me like that.”
Corinne wiped drool off her mouth. “Only your abs. The rest aren’t my type!”
“Really?” Jeremy reached for her chin. “And what’s your type?”
“The good-boy type that calls me Mommy.”
Jeremy chuckled in disdain.
Corinne scoffed. “What’s your type then, mister?”
“Not little girls who act like cheerleaders in bed.”
He let go of her chin and headed to the bathroom.
Corinne smirked, knowing Jeremy would spend the night in the room, despite not being interested in her.
When he returned, Corinne had fallen asleep mid-game on her phone. Jeremy locked her phone, tucked her in, and left for the sofa.
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The next day, Corinne woke up lazily. A message from Aaron Rhode appeared: “Hey, boss! I just got info on an authentic painting by Nellie Nymphaea! Peakrise Auction House. Hurry!”
Corinne got up to freshen up and ran into Pamela.
“Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted politely.
“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me. Call me Grandma.”
Corinne corrected herself. “Grandma.”
Pamela smiled, leading her to breakfast. “Come taste what I made!”
Corinne politely ate, knowing she couldn’t refuse. Unbeknownst to anyone, Pamela had added an obscene amount of pregnancy supplements to the food.
Francine came down, and Pamela instructed her to apologize to Corinne for the previous incidents. Francine hesitated but obeyed.
Corinne smiled lightly and excused herself.
Pamela scolded Francine for mentioning the Riv—family, and Francine sulked silently.
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At Peakrise Auction House, Aaron briefed Corinne:
“Boss, it’s Nellie Nymphaea’s original painting ‘Geese in Late Autumn’. Starting price seven hundred and fifty thousand!”
Corinne asked, “How much do we have in the account?”
Aaron: “About 7.5 million. The rest is in projects.”
“That’ll do.”
As Corinne prepared to enter, she saw Jeremy’s car approaching. ‘Why is that old man here too?’
