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o," I pleaded with my mum, who paid little attention to me as she ordered th

post me to my place of choice but they said

made sure the school posted m

t it would be best to stay with Kester throughout my internship progra

n gotten over the fact that he killed someone because of me. It's been almost two weeks now, and we have

, or reach out to him without Kester kno

phone, which I used in communicating wi

y, and my mom finally

ou will visit us every weekend. Before you blink twice, your internship program will come t

ut her? She doesn't li

ave on Sunday instead, my parents insisted I leave

erse was making m

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er twice, and that's because he always comes home during the

didn't have a live-in maid. They all came in the morning, attended to th

ibed as mine via a text. It was next to a room

ul, but it was nothing compar

terior, everything

though he was sad and disappointed about the distance between u

henever Kester isn't around. I am certain he wouldn't always always be at home. He s

rried to the bathroom and freshened up. I quickly slid int

I knew Kester would be home at any moment.

nds since I just arrived at his house, but that would be all. And

fec

quickest meal I could lay my hands on - Omelette and t

r to get some juice when the door to the kitchen opened, revealing a certain t

st

ing the juice I had poured into a glass d

ly when we locked gazes. My

ding him? We used to be so close, but right now

up. People change. He had changed so m

. Kes

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ER'S

I swear

ng her posting, but, typical me... I couldn't

ay with me for the next three mon

r. That's why I do all the things I d

n her personal life, but I don't fucking care.

ause of her. That was how far I c

okay. As long as she remains a good girl

y watching one of her boring movies, but she wasn't there. The whole place seemed

glass of juice on the table after watching a movie. Seeing how organiz

ion, and I traced it to the kitchen. As soon as I o

the confines of her own bedroom because I didn't want anyone, not even the maids, to have a glan

p but travel to the swell on her chest - not so small, not so big... Just about the perfect size that could fit right

eft her flat stomach exposed to my wandering gaze. I had to keep

dared to explore further, and they rested on the flimsy shorts she had on, whi

hat was wr

s," I swallowed all the lustful t

e fought so hard to maintain control of my feelings... But I

into me in ways I can n

clenched my fist, stopping myself from closing the distanc

e as a monster. She had always taken me as her big brother... But if only s

ng my sister. She w