Chapter 7

Justin stared at Jesse's face in the strip-club parking lot. After contemplating for a while, he said, “Remember the pretty lady we saw when we were living at the estate?”

Jesse smiled and replied, “You mean the one who ran away from you when you approached her?”

Justin glared at Jesse, but Jesse laughed out loud and apologized. “Forgive me, boss.”

“Justin! How many times do I need to remind you, Jesse, to stop calling me boss?” Justin questioned angrily. He never liked it when Jesse tried to maintain a master-servant relationship between them.

“I’m sorry, Justin, but you know your father will be angry with me if he finds out I’m being friends with you and calling you by your name,” Jesse apologized.

“I know, and that’s why I want you to call me by my name, especially when we’re not at home and in public places like this. It reduces other people’s eyes on me,” Justin said.

“Okay, Justin,” Jesse replied. Justin sighed frustratedly and said, “I just seem to like that young lady. I’ve been seeing her around, and I don’t know how to approach her.”

“I think you need to man up and approach her nicely. Most young ladies like her type would think you only want to sleep with her and finally dump her,” Jesse advised.

“Hmm, but she doesn’t even want to hear me out. This is the 14th time I’ve seen her passing by,” Justin said as he stood beside his car. Jesse’s eyes widened in shock to hear “14th time.”

Justin didn’t mind that the night was rapidly approaching, and his mother had been calling his phone, but he refused to pick up.

“14 times? Wow! I’m only seeing her for the first time,” Jesse said.

“Yes, because you can’t see how endowed she looks. You only have your eyes on the road,” Justin replied, and Jesse only smiled at Justin’s words.

“Can we go back home now, boss? No, I mean, Justin. It’s already getting late, and it’s after 10 PM,” Jesse said as he stared at the other guys arriving at the strip-club parking lot with their cars.

Jesse wasn’t just hired as a driver for Justin alone. He was also Justin’s bodyguard and a bouncer to fight and beat up anyone daring to come near Justin or harass him.

“Hmm… Okay,” Justin replied with a frown, knowing he had no other option than to follow Jesse home.

Justin entered his car, and Jesse started the engine and drove out of the club.

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Arriving at the estate gate, Jesse drove the red car into the street, which was slightly dark with only the streetlights shining bright light along the road. The estate security men welcomed them after checking their car. They allowed Jesse to drive into the street, even though they knew Justin’s father owned the estate. They still had to do their job for security purposes, as Mr. Emerson Robert owned the estate and owned more estates around Lemon-hill town.

Justin kept his eyes on the road, staring out through the window at the beautiful street that led down to his father’s mighty mansion.

Just then, a pretty young lady in her light blue dress rushed up to his car as if she were being chased. She ran up to his car.

“Excuse me, sir… please wait!” Olima’s voice cracked, startling Justin.

Justin squinted his eyes to stare at her properly as Jesse drove past her. The surroundings had turned dark, with the streetlights shining into the beautiful deserted street. Justin couldn’t see her face properly, and Jesse cussed, “Damn it! Who was that idiot?”

Jesse immediately navigated the steering wheel to drive past her, not wanting to stop, as he didn’t know if the young lady was a setup sent to make them stop for attackers or assassins. But just as Jesse attempted to speed up on the gas and drive off entirely, Justin quickly caught sight of the pretty young lady’s face and ordered Jesse to stop the car.

“Stop the car!” Justin repeated, and Jesse was taken aback by Justin’s outburst. He slowed down and stared back at his young boss.

“Boss, I mean Justin, you want me to stop the car here?” Jesse asked worriedly. But as he stared back at Justin, Jesse saw that Justin was staring out at the young lady, who stood helplessly and stared at their car too, to know if they would stop and drive back to help her.

“Boss, we can’t trust that lady. What if she’s a witch or…” Before Jesse could protest or complete his statement, Justin pushed his side door open, stepped down from the car, and rushed up to meet the lady.

“Boss!” Jesse called after Justin, but Justin already ran ahead to meet the young lady, making Jesse cuss, “Damn it! Who the fụck was that lady?”

Jesse drove the car backward to keep in touch with Justin instead of stepping down from the car. Justin ran up to meet the young lady in her light blue dress.

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Olima saw the red car drive past her speedily after she had tried to stop the driver. She saw the car stop ahead, making her hopeful. She paused and stared back at them again, hoping they would assist her in getting to the estate gate.

But just then, she saw a familiar figure step down from the car, and she immediately recognized him as the same young man who had approached her earlier in the daytime. Olima hastily took to her heels and started running away, forcing Justin to scream out after her, “Wait!”

Olima didn’t want to stop, as she had previously seen how Justin’s eyes shamelessly raked over her body before—from her chest down to her waist—and with the way he smiled at her earlier, with desire clearly written on his face. She knew he was worse than the two previous men who had tried to stop her and woo her.

Olima ran but stumbled and fell to the ground, making Justin finally catch up with her. He approached her as she lay on the floor, breathing heavily.

“Wow… that was an intense warm-up exercise tonight, miss,” Justin said as he finally met up with Olima and met her beautiful gaze on him. He rested both hands on his knees, still standing and staring at her pretty, restless face.

Olima was extremely scared as she saw the young man crouch in front of her. He looked breathtakingly handsome—much more than all the young men of his age she had seen before. Even though it was nighttime, she could still see how handsome he looked, with high cheekbones, well-shaped short black hair on his head, neatly trimmed beard, and perfect face.

Justin was still trying to catch his breath and asked her, “What are you doing out here by the road at this late hour of the night?”

Justin stared at Olima Adams, who looked so helpless and still lay on the floor. She had run away from him and fallen to the ground in her almost transparent light blue nightwear.

“Please… stay away from me,” Olima begged, shivering, as she feared Justin might rápe her.

“I won’t hurt you. Come with me. It’s very late to be out here alone,” Justin replied, extending his right hand to help Olima stand up from the floor.

Olima was scared but finally accepted Justin’s right hand and stood up. Justin felt his body electrify the moment he touched Olima’s left hand and helped her up, still holding her hand closely to him before she could run away again.

Olima was breathing heavily, and Justin’s eyes beseeched her body as he saw Jesse finally drive the red car backward to meet them.

Justin’s fist clenched on seeing that Olima looked hurt, and he asked her, “What happened to you?”

Justin couldn’t believe his eyes. Olima’s face looked swollen, and the previous time he saw her, her pretty yellow face was smooth and not showing red. But now she looked like someone had beaten her or abused her.

“Tell me, what’s wrong? Who slapped you?” Justin asked again, protectively, wanting to revenge on Olima’s behalf.

Olima finally broke out into sobs.