Chapter 4
After Ken sent a message to the group and posted on his feed, he sent me a private message as well.
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[Since you refuse to clear the air about Jenny, I had no choice but to do so. Stop causing trouble, or I won’t hesitate to find someone else to be Mrs. Chapman.]
Ken sounded like he was wronged. I ignored him and watched the messages flood into the
group.
[As I said, how could Mr. Chapman ever be interested in an orphan?]
[Mayson wouldn’t have stood a chance if Jenny hadn’t gotten married first.]
[Does she really think she’s a princess just because of her beautiful face? Does anyone actually indulge in her?]
Ken’s friends were mocking me, with him not even stepping in to stop them. Previously, he would have told them off a bit, but he completely ignored the messages then.
I was just about to type a response when Tim jumped in and started cursing them out.
[What makes all of you defend Ken and Jenny so much?]
[Do you have shit for brains? Every word that comes out of each of you stinks.]
[Are you all bastards or something, to be so in favor of cheating? Idiots.]
Since Tim was the group admin, he disbanded the entire chat right after.
When he noticed me staring, he froze up, looking embarrassed.
“I don’t normally speak like that, so don’t hold it against me,” he said sheepishly..
I chuckled. “Why would I hold it against you? You stood up for me. I’m not one to ignore that.”
The dinner was as good as he promised, and I was satisfied.
However, I could not help but notice that Tim’s gaze became increasingly intense as the meal went on.
When we left the restaurant, he first held my shoulder, then slipped down to my waist. His warmth seeped through my clothes.
Ken had always been gentle, so he would never cross the line.
However, I was pleased and exhausted with Tim. He was so inexperienced at first that he could not even find the right spot, but he got better as we did.
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I shoved his hand away, irritated. “Tim, I’m tired!”
“Who do you think I am, Mayson?” he said with a mischievous glint.
“I’m not like Ken. I actually care if you’re sore. Let me massage your waist.”
With a look so innocent, I almost believed I had misunderstood him.
I was totally worn out, so I ended up at his place.
When Tim realized I was going to stay with him that night, he looked conflicted or a
moment.
“If you’re worried Ken will find out and ruin your friendship, or that your reputation will be affected, I can find someone else,” I said, making it clear he didn’t need to feel obligated.
Tim immediately objected, “I don’t care if Ken and I fall out or if people gossip. I just want to make sure you’re not mistreated. I’m single, young, and fit. Even if you don’t want to make it official, I’m happy to be with you.”
I felt guilty. I was dragging such a perfect guy into my mess of a marriage. However, that
guilt disappeared as soon as I saw all the pairs of household items in his place, plus a whole collection of women’s clothing and skincare products.
Everything was new and still in its packaging, but he had it all ready, suggesting our
* encounter was not his first rodeo.
After all, I just wanted to break free from Ken instead of finding my true love.
I stayed with him for the next two weeks, making love with him more than in the last ten years.
Every part of his place–the sofa, carpet, shower, dining table, balcony, and bed–became our playground.
It got to a point where I felt flustered while having online video interviews in any of those places.
Thankfully, as an orphan with no family around, I did not have to worry about explaining anything.
Tim was lean, but surprisingly strong, managing to hold me up with just his arms for what felt like forever.
