Master of Lust

Chapter - 229

Jemimah's playful twirl sent a jolt of electricity through Rick, his breath catching in his throat as his heart skipped a beat. His gaze was glued to the sight of her slightly bare chest, and the heat rose to his cheeks as her skin flashed into view for a fleeting moment.

The glimpse of her damp cleavage sent a shiver down his spine, and he found himself unable to look away, his eyes devouring every inch of her.

Just as quickly, Jemimah whipped the towel back up, her playful demeanor giving way to a flustered expression. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she muttered, "Maybe I should get changed." novelbuddy.cσ๓

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1. Stop her from doing so (Temptation +10)

2. Go be a gentleman. Your loss (Temptation -5)

]

"Oh why would you?" Rick smirked, "Isn't it hot in here? I think you look stunning. It's a shame that you can't get rid of more"

"Huh?"

"So, uh, what do you want to eat with those beers?" Rick quickly changed the direction of the conversation.

Jemimah took a moment to compose herself, the blush still lingering on her cheeks. But soon enough, the playful glint returned to her eyes, and she met Rick's gaze with a mischievous smile.

"Hmm, maybe some chips and salsa?" she teased, pausing for effect. Then, with a sly smile, she added, "Or maybe just beers will do fine!"

Rick chuckled, the tension easing slightly as he caught onto her playful tone. "Alright, chips and salsa it is," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "But don't blame me if you get hungry later."

Rick nodded, his gaze still locked on Jemimah as she moved. He could hardly tear his eyes away from her.

Jemimah glanced towards the windows, then back at Rick. "These lights are way too bright," she commented, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration.

Intrigued, Rick watched as she gracefully strode towards the windows, her damp hair flowing behind her like a dark, silken curtain. Each step she took was mesmerizing, her hips swaying in a natural rhythm that captivated him.

She reached the windows and drew the curtains open with a dramatic flourish, revealing a breathtaking vista of the night sky. The moon hung full and bright on the horizon, casting a silvery glow across the landscape. A million tiny stars twinkled down at them, creating a scene of serene beauty that took Rick's breath away.

Jemimah turned off the harsh overhead lights, plunging the room into a soft, inviting darkness.

"Much better, don't you think?" she asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Rick nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah, much better," he agreed, his voice soft.

Jemimah settled onto the living room sofa, and Rick followed suit, sinking down beside her. A comfortable silence enveloped them, broken only by the rhythmic chirping of crickets outside.

The moonlight poured through the open window, casting a cool, silvery sheet of light across the room. It highlighted the tiny specks of dust dancing lazily in the air, creating an ethereal, almost magical atmosphere. Shadows stretched and danced on the walls, twisting and turning like silent, spectral performers.

Jemimah leaned back, her head resting against the cushioned back of the sofa. Her gaze was fixed on the moon, her eyes reflecting its pale light. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured, almost to herself.

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1. Look at the moon and agree with her (Temptation +5)

2. Look at the girl in front of you and be suggestive (Temptation (Temptation +10)

3. Be honest, you don't really like the moon (Temptation -20)

]

Rick followed her gaze, nodding slowly. "Yeah, it really is," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The air itself seemed to crackle with unspoken energy. It was a charged stillness, a calm before a potential storm. Rick could almost feel the heat emanating from Jemimah, a physical manifestation of the unspoken tension that hung heavy between them. The sensation was intoxicating, making his heart race and his mind whirl.

He shifted on the sofa, the leather creaking softly beneath him, and the sound seemed to shatter the fragile peace momentarily. Jemimah's lips curved into a small smile. Her smile was like a beacon, drawing Rick further into her magnetic pull.

In the soft, silvery luminescence of the moon, Rick found himself utterly captivated by Jemimah. Her gaze was fixed on the moon, her eyes reflecting the celestial glow.

His attention traced the path of the moonlight as it kissed her face, highlighting her delicate features. Her lips, so soft and full, were set in a thoughtful pout, the soft glow accentuating their tempting allure. The urge to lean in and kiss her was overwhelming, but he restrained himself. It was not the time yet. He had to get something out of the kiss as well.

"Aren't you going to join the party, Rick?" Her gentle voice cut through the silence, spreading across the room as she picked up a bottle of beer and handed it to him.

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1. Let her know there is something better to enjoy then the beer. (Temptation +15)

2. Grab the beer and thank her. (Temptation +5)

3. You have to drive tomorrow. No Alcohol for you today (Temptation -5)

]

Rick tore his gaze away from her, "Uh, yeah, of course," he winked, taking the beer from her with a shaky hand. "Just... enjoying the view, you know?"

Jemimah's smile widened, and she chuckled softly. "The view, huh? The moon is beautiful tonight," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I think there's something else that's caught your attention."

[

1. Play defensive. (Temptation -10)

2. Be on the front (Temptation + 10)

]

Rick's looked down at the bottle in his hands, fiddling with the label. "Well, you know... the moon, the stars... and, um, you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

His voice trailed off, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. Jemimah's smile widened, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"The view, huh?" she echoed, a knowing lilt in her voice. "Well, the view is definitely a lot more enjoyable with a nice cold beer."

She raised her bottle in a toast. "Cheers to beautiful nights and unexpected company."

Rick clinked his bottle against hers, the sound echoing softly in the stillness of the room. "Cheers," he replied, taking a long gulp. The coolness of the beer was a welcome relief against the heat that had suddenly bloomed in his chest, calming his nerves just a bit.

Jemimah nestled back into the sofa, her posture relaxed and inviting. She turned to him with a friendly smile, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her features.

"So, Rick," she began, her voice light and casual, "your dad mentioned you weren't around much. College and work keeping you busy, I take it?"

Rick shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position on the sofa. "Yeah, college and work keep me on my toes," he replied, taking another long drink from his beer. The words felt hollow, even to him. How could he explain the strained relationship with his father to a complete stranger, especially one his father had taken in so generously?

He stole a glance at Jemimah, her eyes sparkling with innocent curiosity. There was something about her that made him want to open up, to share the burden he had been carrying. But it was complicated, and he wasn't sure where to start.

Jemimah noticed the hesitation in his voice and the flicker of unease in his eyes. A flicker of concern crossed her features, softening her expression. She reached out and placed a hand lightly on his, the touch both comforting and grounding.

"Is everything alright, Rick?" she asked gently, her voice filled with genuine concern. "If there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here to listen."

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1. There is no use being the Alpha all the time. Strike her emotions. (Temptation +15)

2. Naah, just brush it off. A real man never lets the woman know what's in his heart. (Temptation +5)

3. Why is she so curious? Suspicious (Temptation -10)

]

Rick looked down at her hand on his. It was time for him to play his part. He sighed, the weight of his unspoken thoughts pressing down on him. "It's just... complicated," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "My dad and I...

we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things. It's been tough, especially with everything else going on."

Jemimah nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I get it," she said softly. "Family dynamics can be really challenging. Sometimes it feels like no matter what you do, it's never enough."

Rick took a long swig of his beer, the coolness chasing away the lingering warmth from their conversation. He glanced at Jemimah, still captivated by her presence, the moonlight playing softly across her features.

"You know," he began hesitantly, "I never did thank you properly for that dinner tonight. It was seriously the best meal I've ever had. I mostly eat out, and when I do cook for myself, well, let's just say it's nothing to write home about. But your food... it soothed my soul. My compliments to the chef."

A gentle smile spread across Jemimah's face, her eyes shining with gratitude and modesty.

"Oh, Rick, that's so kind of you to say," she replied, her voice soft and genuine. "It wasn't much, really. Just something simple. I'm glad you enjoyed it, though."

Rick watched as Jemimah stretched her arms above her head, her movements graceful and unselfconscious. The towel she had wrapped around her shifted slightly, revealing the curve of her breasts just above the nipples. Rick's breath hitched, his heart racing and a current of desire surging through his body.

It seemed that Jemimah either didn't notice or didn't mind. She just continued to gaze at the moon, a serene smile playing on her lips. Her indifference, or perhaps confidence, only fueled Rick's desire more, making the moment feel both innocent and intensely charged.

[Ding!]

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