Chapter 110: Chapter 110

KRISTEN

"No, there won't be any need for that. I'm going to your place anyway."

And just like that, Edith turned down my offer to drop her off, stating that she wanted to follow me home.

Asking her what business she had at my place would have made me sound awkward, so I shrugged and slid behind the wheel, while she settled in the passenger.

There wasn't anything of interest to talk about, so we dwelled in comfortable silence.

The dinner with Henry had been postponed—because that was all we could do at that time when it seemed journalists and paparazzi were in charge of my entire property. If I had known it would turn out that way, I would have waited until the following day, after dinner with Henry, to post the news about me and June not having any blood relationship.

Well, all we could was wait for a suitable time, and that time has been agreed on now that the media had found something else to busy themselves with.

"You are yet to see him, right?" Edith asked when we got close to the house. I was about to enter the street and the traffic light held me down.

"I'm guessing you're talking about June's dad."

"Yes." She adjusted her hair and looked to the side where I sat. The light turned green and let us through. I didn't turn to her, but I knew she was still looking at me. "Have you spoken to him since then?"

"No, not even once." I sighed as the street came into "Now that the media has freed us, I am going to fix a time with him and his wife...ASAP."

"That would be nice," she said and stretched her hand over the gearstick. I didn't know what she had in mind until I felt her fingers on my crotch.

"Edith?" I knitted my brows at her. She seemed to be smiling, enjoying the feel of my flaccid cock. "Edith, what are you doing?" I had to slow down as the house came into view.

She giggled childishly. "Stop pretending like you don't know what I'm doing, Kristen. What does it look like I am doing?"

I swiftly pulled into the driveway, took off my seatbelt and got out of the car.

Edith got out moments later.

That was when I took the time to look at what she wore.

Hell no... Why would she even follow me home in such a seductive dress?!

The strap of the gown was down her shoulders, revealing the dip of her boobs. I hadn't noticed during the drive and even at work that her peach gown stopped just below her inner thighs, but now... I could see it.

"You like the dress, don't you?" she smiled, winking seductively.

"Edith, look at what you're wearing. Did you check this dress before leaving the house?" It was a question from mere frustration, and she must have noticed it but pretended not to.

She shook her head, smiling her way closer to me. I stole a glance at the house scared of June miraculously appearing on the front porch.

She won't be happy, not at all!!

"You need to stop," I whispered to her in warning.

"Oh, come on. It's not like you're not hard," she whispered back. I looked at my crotch in surprise, but I had no form of erection. "Got you!" she giggled, moving closer to lay a finger on my chest.

She leaned forward, standing on her toes, and brought her lips close to mine.

Good lord...

It would have been better if she had displayed all this at the office. At least, I won't be scared of June seeing us and misunderstanding everything.

I stopped her on time and gently pushed her back, scared that she would stumble and fall.

"Edith, stop. June might see this." I stepped back and started for the front porch. "Please, behave yourself in June's presence."

Edith did behave, but her dress didn't make her look presentable.

June didn't look happy, and all I could bring out was the seductive dress Edith wore. When at last she left—because June was not welcoming—I knew a topic was about to begin.

"Did you see how she was dressed?" June started, pointing at the door. Her eyes were set firm, her body giving off suppressed anger. "Who the fuck dresses like this to work?"

"Baby, relax. I can't tell my workers how to—"

"Of course you can! There should be ethics in a work environment. There should be laws guiding the working space!" She folded her arm across her chest. "Anyway, how she dresses is none of my business. I am more interested in the blatant fuck-me-here display on the sidewalk."

Fuck, she saw that!

I sighed. "Umm, June, Edith is a past, and she knows that."

"I don't think she does. It seems you haven't laid it out yet. Or maybe she is yet to understand."

Seems June has grown up within these past weeks. June three months ago would have caused a tantrum by now, probably screaming the roof off, but seeing her trying to control her rage now... is simply lovely.

"June..." I smiled and reached forward to hold her waist. She looked the other way. "Baby... You know I love you, hmm? I love you so much, and there is nobody that will take that love away."

"Nobody except Edith," she said and rolled her eyes. She still didn't look at me.

I chuckled and moved closer, noting how her body responded positively to me even though she pretended not to be affected.

"Edith can't take me away from you." I kissed her cheek. "Would you please look at me now?"

"No." She gently pushed me and started for the stairs before she turned back, locking gazes with me. "I don't want you around Edith. I don't want to see her in this house, and I want you to stay the fuck away from her. If you can do these, I will believe your promises."

With that, she stomped up the stairs.

Women and drama...

I've always known June to be dramatic, so it didn't surprise me to see her listing such conditions. If anything, it pleased me to know that she was jealous.

"Baaaaaaby," I drawled and started for the stairs...