Chapter 200: Do Not Judge A Book By Its Cover. Rachael’s Shock
Chapter 200: Do Not Judge A Book By Its Cover. Rachael’s Shock
"Good day, Mrs. Carolina."
Miles greeted her with a wide smile, lowering his eyes to check her out.
Carolina was wearing a stunning bubu gown with thin straps that held the neckline just enough to offer a glimpse of her cleavage; other than that, her curvy body shape was hidden.
"It’s been a long while."
Carolina opened her arms and hugged him as if trying to extract every ounce of warmth from his body. Inhaling a deep breath with closed eyes, she didn’t notice Aaliyah, whose lips parted in shock at the unfolding scene. She was surprised that a woman living in such a mansion would act so friendly with a youth who had probably yet to clock twenty.
Reciprocating her loving gesture, Miles wrapped his hands around her waist, holding both sides as he took a whiff of her scent.
"Missed me?" he asked after catching his breath, and Carolina hastily nodded.
"Yes."
Miles smirked and held still.
’Ain’t life so full of surprises?’
He recalled that it was just two weeks ago when Carolina had walked into Grace’s office in a cropped denim jacket over a maxi bodycon dress, looking completely out of his league—and today, she was all over him, giving him a chance to fuck her daughter. Stroking the sides of her waist, Miles enjoyed the moment until Carolina finally let go, having calmed her longing for him a bit with the warmth of his body.
Sliding her hands from his shoulders as he let go of her waist, Carolina tilted her head in search of Grace but saw Aaliyah instead, raising her brows slightly at the unfamiliar lady.
"Grace couldn’t make it. This is my new assistant, Aaliyah."
"Oh..." Carolina softly exclaimed. She didn’t reveal her discomfort, feeling reassured since Grace had arranged this.
"Welcome, come inside."
She quickly invited them in, moving away from the door as she glanced at Miles with a look of excitement, impatient to get things done.
Miles walked in and Aaliyah tailed behind him, fully accepting the role of a subordinate after realizing things weren’t as simple as they seemed.
The whole mansion was strangely silent; only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. Clearly, Carolina had sent the staff away.
Clack, clack, clack!
Click!
Carolina opened the door to her grand, luxurious bedroom and led them inside.
Though Miles remained composed since it wasn’t his first time, Aaliyah was awed. Having only seen rooms like this in magazines and movies, the feeling of actually being in one was exceptionally mind-blowing.
Miles glanced around; it was all tidy and neatly arranged.
"Please excuse me, I will have my daughter here in a minute."
The formality was just for Aaliyah’s benefit. Carolina walked toward Miles with a look that suggested she wanted to ask him for a favor but was a bit awkward about how to proceed.
Miles grinned as she grabbed his wrist and led him to the far corner of the room.
Taking a breath to calm her nerves, she spoke in a low voice.
"What we did last time... My daughter saw everything," she revealed.
’Ehn?’
Miles’ eyes widened at the revelation. His expression froze from the shock, his lips parting slightly agape. Not in a thousand years could he have imagined something like that had happened if Carolina hadn’t told him.
’Rachael saw me?’
The thought resounded in his mind, but Miles quickly discarded the possibility that she had seen his face after checking her Infatuation Gauge: 47%. That meant she probably just thought he was handsome and had no other impression of him apart from their one-time conversation. If she knew it was him, her Infatuation percentage would have long gone past the 85% milestone.
’She probably didn’t see my face, or didn’t see everything clearly.’
After making a quick, detailed analysis of what Carolina said, Miles concluded Rachael didn’t know it was him.
Meanwhile, seeing that Miles was also surprised, Carolina gave him a moment to recover before continuing.
"She said she wanted to experience the same thing... She wants your service. But please, I want you to treat her gently, even if she wants it the other way."
’Rachael. She always looks so calm and innocent walking with her clique.’
Recalling the girl he had walked past just this morning, Miles felt fascinated.
’Who knew she harbored the thought of getting railed by the same cock that drilled her mother? Damn, never judge a book by its cover, they say. Such a dirty mind—she’s exactly my type.’
’Right, didn’t she have a boyfriend? The one who plays on the school football team. Can’t remember the last time I saw them together, so they’ve probably broken up. What a loser.’
Thinking about Rachael’s upcoming expression when she realized it was him, he grinned and nodded at Carolina. He pressed his thumb against her chin, rubbing it a few times before trailing his index finger down her neck toward her cleavage, where he stopped.
"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take care of her for you."
Carolina bit her lip, trying to hold back a whimper because she was turned on by his touch. Nodding like a good girl, she turned and left through the door.
Naturally, these details didn’t go unnoticed by Aaliyah.
Walking toward her, Miles merely pointed out where she should place the calming incense and the bottle of aromatic oils.
Click!
Not long after, the door opened behind them and Carolina stepped in with a nervous figure beside her.
Wearing a white towel cap and a towel tied tightly around her chest, Rachael nervously peeked her head through the door. She carefully looked around with an intense sense of anticipation as her nose picked up the calming incense and her eyes landed on a familiar back.
’It’s him.’
As if entranced, the ripped back of the person fucking her mother—which had been engraved in her memory—overlapped with the one before her. The only difference was the fabric of the masseur uniform.
Seeing her daughter’s nervously excited look, Carolina held her hand and stopped just a mere step behind Miles.
’Here we go.’
Forming a wild grin, Miles turned and faced Rachael.
"Miles?"