You're Jealous

Candice's POV

Thirty minutes in, and I finally felt calmness. Maybe I didn't want to have sex anymore. I had ditched my coat a long time ago, having the time of my life in a very nice club.

I've already had like two shots, so I was overconfident. A couple of men have asked me out just within minutes but I wasn't feeling any of them, now I just wanted to have a good time. I said it, I knew I was just temporarily confused with the little boy I had at home.

A guy approached me, and we struck up a conversation. He even paid for an extra drink for me and as we spoke, I felt someone's eyes on me.

It was unmistakable, and when I turned, I saw Trey, the little boy I left at home. He was staring right at me, and as clear as day, he was brazenly checking me out.

So it wasn't all in my head then? What the hell was he even doing here? The connection and sparks died the minute his eyes left mine and his tongue traveled down a girl's throat beside him.

How disgusting. I looked away, and faced my business. Whatever. It's not like he wasn't allowed to do this, as long as he respected his curfew.

I continued engaging with the guy in front of me until good music came up, and clearly intoxicated, I scooted to the dance floor and began to rock my body, refusing to care about my surroundings, lost in myself because I needed the break.

“Can I have this dance, milady?” I had a thick voice say, and I smiled and opened my eyes. Harsh horror immediately enveloping my features as his arms wrapped around my waist. But I ignored it and played it off. No way it was going to affect me.

“Trey. It's past ten pm, why are you still here?”

“I just want to keep an eye on you. These men all have their eyes on you, and I can tell you're a bit drunk.” I turned around, he wasn't lying. I was literally the center of attention. Maybe I should just get laid anyway.

“No need, I have business to attend to. I'm sure I can handle myself.” I pushed his hands away from me. He didn't seem convinced by my reply.

“In this tiny dress, I see. Alright, sure, I'll go home now.” I watched him head out, right through the door. The guy from before came again, and we danced all the way to a hotel where we had good sex for hours. Finally, all was right with the world again.

The next morning, I dashed out before he'd wake up, looking no different from a mad woman. I definitely looked like I had been pounded all night.

I got so startled when I turned on the lights and saw Trey, manspreading on a couch, staring right back at me. My vagina screamed in want, just like that, afresh. I'm so fucked. I am definitely heavily attracted to him.

“Way to go, Aunt.” His teasing smile drove me mad. He knew where I had been, what I've been up to.

“I hope you didn't stay up all night waiting.”

“I did, but you never came back. Glad you're safe and satisfied.” He teased again, but I wasn't finding it funny.

“Shut up and go to your room!”

He stood up, laughed and headed in, leaving me embarrassed.

I thought after sex I'd be okay, but turns out, I was still heavily attracted to him and it sucked.

…..

It was a new day, and I could tell he had taken a tour of the house in my absence. He even made breakfast, and we ate in silence. He was resuming school in two days and for me, a stay at home rich bitch, I guess I was going to be in too.

I retired to my room to rest from seeing him and to rest after having all that sex.

Just then my best friend, Eleanor called. She's just three years older, and she gave birth quite early, so I found out her son and her were like man and wife, really close, and I completely understood.

“Hey Eleanor.” It was a voice call.

“Candice, how are you? How is Trey? I'm sorry I've not had time to call. I hope he isn't stressing you?” Oh my dearest Eleanor.

“No, he's a really chill, decent boy.” Only talking about him made me feel hot.

How do I confess to her that I was having a terrible crush on her son already. How could I tell her that I wanted her son on my bed, and if he pounded me all the way to hell, I would be the happiest dead woman.

“I'm glad to hear that. Please don't forget to pressure him about his grades. Thank you so much!”

“I will.” The line goes dead. Eleanor is going through so much at the moment, I doubt Trey even knew about it, and my heart always broke for her.

Anyway, I got out of bed to go to his room to talk. The door was ajar, and I walked in to meet him shirtless, scribbling something on a notepad.

If I send him packing before I do something crazy, have I done wrong? How will I deal with this?

“Trey.” He raised his head up and saw me.

“Yes ma'am?” Stupid ass boy.

“Your mum told me you're having issues with your grades and it's the reason you got transferred. Sure, you have a team and all and you're going to play hockey, but you also have to focus on your studies. If you'd like, I can get you a tutor.”

“How about you be my tutor then? I know about you.” He eyed me, his eyes dipping down to my outfit then back up to my face. Why was he torturing me like this? At least put on a damn shirt?

I'm actually a retired professor that doesn't practice anymore because I make enough money online due to web designing. It's how I can afford this big house and a couple of cars.

“You're unserious. Do you want a tutor or not?”

“Except that tutor is you, I don't want one.”

Fucking hell. Maybe I wasn't the only one feeling this heat?

“That thing you're doing, stop it, we aren't mates.” I warned.

“I'm sure it's all in your head, Aunt.”

Is it just me or is it hot in here? I walked out, back to my room. Become his tutor? No way was that happening.

Later on I heard him leave, then I also found out his manager brought a car to him. So he could also afford a car. Why the hell was he here?

Like forty five minutes later, he came back, at least I heard the car sounds, but I barely heard him move around the house, and it began to get me worried because what if he wasn't the one? I hurried out of bed to check.

I looked around the house, no strange movements, so I headed to his room to check if he was back and if he was okay.

Lo and behold, when I walked in, I faced serious shock. He had a girl against the wall of his room, and his lips devoured hers. I was tempted to stay there and watch, he was such a good kisser but my anger overpowered it.

He snuck in with a girl, despite my rules.

“Trey!” The took of them shook, startled and he immediately got off her.

“I literally just told you not to do this! How can you be so disrespectful?” I let the girl weave past me and all the way out of the house even though I was still boiling. But why was I so mad?

But instead of apologizing or feeling sorry for himself, he began to stalk towards me, looking at me, eyes full of suffocating, steamy intensity.

“What the hell are you doing?” He left my face and kept staring at my body.

That's when I realized I didn't wear my robe over my shorts and my well dipped camisole.

He towered right in front of me, looking down at me, my lips to be precise, then a smirk adorned his features as his breath kissed my face.

“Bet you wished it was you. You're jealous.”

“What?”

“Bet you wished it was you I had against that wall, Aunt.”