Camila’s voice called out.
Jace didn’t have time to pull up his pants. He turned and stepped behind the large kitchen counter with a sink just as Camila entered.
From the front, it looked like he was just leaning casually.
But below, Maribel’s mouth was still wrapped around his cock, going even deeper as her head pressed against the counter.
"Camila? Do you need something?" Jace asked, forcing his voice to sound normal.
She kept walking, only a few steps from the counter.
"STOP!" Jace shouted, louder than he intended.
Camila paused, surprised. "Uncle? What happened?"
Jace scrambled to find an excuse. His mind raced.
Camila looked at him, confused.
He tried. "It’s... because..."
"Because what?" she asked, tilting her head.
He leaned in slowly, closing the gap between his waist and the counter.
But down below, his cock throbbed harder than before. Maribel’s tongue pressed against the underside, feeling every pulse and vein.
Jace stared ahead, mind racing for a way out, while steadying his breathing and forcing himself to stay still.
Camila sighed. "You’re acting weird."
"I’ll just watch a movie. Tell mom to bring food quickly."
"Yes. Absolutely," Jace said quickly.
He waited until her footsteps faded. Then exhaled in relief.
He looked down. Maribel was struggling for air, her face was flushed. He pulled out quickly. Her mouth released him with a wet pop.
He zipped up, helped her up by the arm, and turned on the sink.
Maribel bent over the sink. She rinsed her mouth, gargled, and wiped her lips. Her breathing slowly steadied.
Jace looked worried. "Are you okay?"
Maribel nodded, smiling weakly.
"Don’t worry. I’m fine."
’I really need to control myself.’
She coughed lightly, still trying to catch her breath.
Jace looked down, guilt tightening in his chest.
’How could I forget she has breathing issues?’
Next morning, Jace dressed in a white shirt, dark blazer, and black pants. He stepped into a quiet cafe. Only five customers were inside, with one person behind the counter.
He ordered his usual coffee and walked to a corner table.
A woman was already sitting there, typing on her laptop. She wore a pencil skirt and a white shirt. Her short black hair rested at her neck. Glasses framed her sharp eyes.
"I didn’t expect a business meeting in a cafe," she said without looking at Jace.
Jace smiled. "Apologies, Ms. Ava. It’s close to where I live."
"It’s fine," she replied, though her voice sounded slightly annoyed.
Ava looked up. "So, what’s this business deal you wanted to discuss, Mr. Jace?"
The owner came over. "Here’s your bubble coffee. Enjoy."
"Thanks," Jace said, taking a sip.
He looked at Ava. "Would you like to order another coffee?"
There was an empty cup near her laptop.
"No, thanks," she said.
"Are you sure? It’s my treat~"
Ava frowned. "If you called me here for small talk, please don’t waste my time. I’m busy."
She started closing her laptop.
Jace leaned forward. His tone shifted.
"I heard about the $100,000 lawsuit against your company."
Ava flinched. Then recovered. "That’s public information."
Jace smirked. "What if I give you a loan for that amount?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Why would I take a loan from you—"
"No interest," Jace added.
Ava crossed her arms. "Repayment period?"
"Two years," Jace said, then took another sip of his coffee.
Ava reopened her laptop and typed something.
After a pause, she said, "I’m sorry. We’re not accepting any loans at the moment."
’Is she trying not to repeat her past mistakes. That’s smart. She’ll make a fine secretary.’
He grinned slightly but hid it.
"What about an investment of $200,000? In exchange..."
Jace added, "I want voting rights 1 ."
Ava didn’t respond right away. She sat back in thought.
Silence filled the table.
Jace waited. He finished his coffee.
Finally, Ava spoke. "Mr. Jace," she said, meeting his eyes. "I appreciate your offer. And it seems you’ve done your research on my company."
Ava continued, "But I think $200,000 is too little. I have a counter offer. Invest $500,000. You get 25% shares and veto rights 1 ."
Jace blinked, surprised. He didn’t expect her to flip the deal like that.
Ava stood, packed her laptop, and looked at him.
"Please think about it carefully. Let’s talk after you’ve made a decision."
Then she walked away.
Jace leaned back in his chair. He sighed. ’I had a perfect plan. The fish was almost hooked.’
He ordered another coffee, drank it, and left.
Jace drove through the city in his rented car. It was sleek and shiny. People stared as he pulled into a college parking lot.
"Whoa, do we have a student like that?"
"That’s a luxury car, right?"
"Who’s he picking up?"
The students whispered as Jace leaned on the car. He wore a clean, button-up shirt and sunglasses. His hair was neatly styled.
Then from the crowd, Camila appeared.
"Un—JACE!" she called.
She walked toward him quickly.
Behind her, someone said, "So lucky. A rich boyfriend!"
Camila turned back. "Who said that? He’s no—"
Jace cut her off, opened the door. "Hop in."
She climbed in. He started the engine and drove off.
"Didn’t I promise to pick you up?" Jace said.
Camila laughed. "You did. Now, my friends are going to freak out tomorrow."
"Let them," he teased.
They reached home, Maribel’s apartment.
Maribel opened the door. Jace and Camila stepped inside, still talking.
Later, after Jace showered, Camila went in next.
He sat on the couch, flipping through TV channels. Camila sat beside him, leaning against his shoulder.
"Tired already?" Jace asked.
After a few quiet moments, while Maribel was busy cooking in the kitchen, Camila spoke.
"So... when will you marry mom?"
Jace stiffened. "W—What?"
"I’m not stupid," she said. "I know what you were doing in the kitchen yesterday."
"What are you saying?" Jace asked, forcing a nervous smile.
Camila sat up. Her face was serious.
"I don’t care about any of that. But if you leave her," she said coldly, "I might just become a... murderer."
"Don’t worry. I won’t leave."
Camila smiled again, her serious face gone.
Jace sighed. He had already thought about making it official. Maybe even talking about marriage soon.
Then, the System appeared.
"Name: Camila Flores. Age: 22. Status: Single. Occupation: College Student."
"Risk Level: Medium. Funds Authorized: $100,000."
"Reward: Triple if completed in one week. Fail if not."
’System. What the... FUCK?’