Free Web NovelChapter 103: Sexual moans
"We’ll discuss this later," he responded, watching as the woman returned with our order on a tray. She served him with a frown and me with a smile, though I knew it wasn’t genuine.
The woman was clearly upset about something or someone, and that person was Parker. After she left, Parker put on a glove and carefully peeled the sweet potatoes. He dipped the potatoes into a sauce the woman had served and extended it to me.
"Huh," I blinked, looking at his hand, which was close to my mouth.
"Open up," he said.
Is he trying to feed me?
"I..."
"Open up. Do you plan to sleep here?" He urged. I slowly parted my lips, and he pushed the potato into my mouth, watching as I ate it.
"Hmm," my eyes widened as the deliciousness hit my tongue.
"Have this." He also dipped the roasted fish into the sauce and hand-fed me.
"Oh my goodness!" I moaned as I chewed.
"Do you like it? Does it taste good?"
"It tastes like Mom," I replied.
"Mom?" His brows rose.
"Yes, it tastes like a meal Mom made with love," I said.
"Hmm?" He kept staring at me, still not satisfied with my answer. After swallowing the potatoes, I washed them down with some water.
"It’s one of the best meals I’ve had in a while. I’ve always had sweet potatoes, but never this way. This hit the spot. The woman put in a lot of effort preparing it. What’s the sauce made of? It’s so spicy."
He gave me a side smile. "That’s what I wanted to hear. It’s actually the best for me."
"The best meal you’ve had?"
"Yeah."
"My mom’s meals remain the best to me. This is the second best. The spaghetti guy’s meal used to be second, but this beats it."
"Spaghetti guy?" he asked.
"There was this spaghetti Ruby and I had. It was so good my tongue still remembers the taste."
"This beats it?"
"This beats it. I should probably bring Ruby here. I’m sure she’ll love this place."
He nodded but didn’t say another word, and went on to peel the remaining potatoes. After we finished, Parker dropped some bills on the table, and we headed to the car. We were close to the car when the woman rushed over—the food seller.
She took a single bill from the ones he’d left and slapped the rest onto him; they fell to the floor.
"Both meals are less than a hundred. Stop overpaying me. Are you trying to pay me after taking my son’s life? Is this blood money for his life? How many times have I asked you not to come here? Why don’t you ever listen?"
"I’ll throw hot pepper on you next time you visit; this is your last warning. Don’t embarrass yourself. My son turns and cries in his grave every time you come here. You’ve killed him. Let us be at peace," she yelled before storming back to her restaurant.
My eyes shifted to Parker after the woman disappeared. What just happened?
I had suspected the woman was his late friend’s mom, but I never expected to be right.
So she is his dead friend’s mother.
But what is she implying? That Parker killed him? But why? Why would he kill his friend? Is there a reason we came here tonight?
Will he explain if I ask?
"Let’s go," Parker said, holding the door for me. I got in; he walked around and took the driver’s seat.
We soon hit the road, heading home, but I didn’t say a word—I only watched him drive. I have so many questions, but I don’t think this is the right time.
He looks... unhappy. I’ll hold my tongue as long as I can.
I stayed quiet until we reached the house. He parked, and we got out.
"Won’t you tell me? You said you’d tell me, but you haven’t said a word," I said, going over to him.
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"Because you looked unhappy," I murmured.
He exhaled. "I’ll tell you about it later. I promise," he said.
"Later?" I blinked.
"Yeah," he smiled.
Later. When will that be?
"Alright, I understand," I said, shaking my head. I don’t want to push it. This seems like a sensitive subject for him.
"Let’s go." He held my hand, and we went inside. "You don’t need to hold me; we’re home already," I said, looking down at our hands.
"I’m afraid you might slip away from me. I can’t let that happen."
I rolled my eyes. What’s gotten into him? Why is he acting so kind today?
I went to his office, expecting a bunch of paperwork, but he took me to the amusement park instead.
He walked me to my door and stopped. "Have your beauty sleep; see you tomorrow."
"Thank you for today. You were..." I paused, clearing my throat. "Awesome."
"Awesome?" He chuckled. "I’m suddenly awesome?"
"Yes. For taking me to the amusement park—and for the meal."
He shook his head. "Am I your favorite now?" He asked.
I snatched my hand away. Favorite? Favorite, my foot! It’ll take a long time before he can make that list. It’ll take time and effort—a lot of effort.
He smirked at my expression. "I guess I’m not the one yet, but don’t worry, I’ll try harder." He touched my shoulders and started to leave.
"Goodnight," he said.
"Thank you for today," I said, genuinely happy.
I really enjoyed today. Actually, I enjoyed my time with Parker. Yes. Just my time with Parker.
**
I didn’t have breakfast with the brothers today; I did it on purpose. I woke up and left early to avoid eating with them.
I was afraid they’d give me after-school chores, so I left early. I have plans for today—I intend to meet Maria after school. I already texted her, and she agreed to meet. No matter how hard I try to hide it, I can’t ignore the questions in my head. I want to hear the story. I don’t think I can ask Parker so soon, and the next person I can get information from is Maria.
Maria would know about her son and his late friend; I’ll ask her about his death.
I got out of my car and walked into the school. It’s 6:32 am, and everything is quiet and empty. I’ve never been this early to school.
I went to my first class and sat in one of the seats at the back. I played one of my favorite songs, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes. I don’t know how much time passed, but I opened my eyes when I felt hot air on my neck.
I looked around and saw that the classroom was almost empty. Two students were at the front, studying. No one else was there. So why was I...? I noticed movement beside me and turned.
Someone was sitting next to me. I flinched when our eyes met and stood up quickly. My movement caught the attention of the two students, but they looked away immediately.
"Why are you so startled?" The culprit asked, smirking.
Shit. Why is he here again?
Why is this Playboy here?
When I kept staring at him, he asked, "Aren’t you happy to see me?"
Happy? Why would I be happy?
I didn’t answer. I grabbed my bag and stood up. I tried to leave, but he held me and guided me back to my seat.
What the hell!
"Are you ignoring me?" He groaned, pinning my arm to the chair.
He’s crazy. Seriously crazy. I want to tell the brothers about him and ask them to get rid of him, but that would create another problem. Maybe I should speak to the school authorities about this.
Yes. That’s exactly what I’ll do—at lunchtime today.
"Are you this snobbish, or do you just not like me?" He queried.
"Isn’t it obvious?" I scoffed.
"What’s obvious?"
"I don’t like you." I pushed his hand away and stood up. He stood too.
"What don’t you like about me?" He started following me as I left the class.
"Tell me, what don’t you like about me?" He kept following me until we reached the female restroom.
"Please leave," I said, ignoring his questions as I walked in. But the idiot followed me inside.
"Are you crazy?" I confronted him.
"There’s no one here. It’s early; I doubt anyone will come," he grinned.
He must be out of his mind.
"Leave!" I demanded. "If you don’t leave, I’ll report—" He didn’t let me finish; he grabbed me, put his hand over my mouth, and dragged me into one of the stalls.
"Shh, someone is here. They can’t know I’m here," he whispered when I tried to protest.
And as if possessed, I went quiet, only staring at him.
Footsteps echoed outside, followed by whispers. "There’s no one here; it’s safe," a girl said.
"Good," a male voice responded.
"You can fuck me here; oh gosh, I need you inside me," the girl cried out. Soon, we began to hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, followed by loud sound sexual moans.
