Barbara turned to me, her expression serious. "Before you go, make sure to get a medical check-up," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "I need to have complete documents on file for our records." She scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Here's my phone number. I'll contact you as soon as I find a customer for you."
I nodded, gently taking the paper from her outstretched hand. "Thanks, Barbara. I'll attend to the check-up immediately." The worry lines etched around her eyes were unmistakable, and I was grateful for her meticulous attention to detail.
After completing my medical check-up, I gathered my belongings and exited the building, the cool evening air greeting me as I stepped outside. I paused for a moment to check my watch, noting that it was approaching the time when Julie usually wraps up her workday. With that in mind, I decided to head directly to her office, hoping to catch her as she left for the day.
As I approached the sleek, modern building where Julie worked, I could see the steady stream of employees beginning to flow out of the main entrance, their faces a mix of relief and fatigue after a long day. I found a discreet spot to the side, where I could observe the crowd without drawing too much attention to myself.
While waiting, I activated my AI lens, discreetly scanning the faces of those exiting the building. I was curious to see if the advanced technology could pinpoint the wealthiest individual among the crowd, based on the vast array of data it could access.
As I scoped out the crowd with my AI lens, I couldn't believe my fucking eyes when I saw a net worth of $296 million pop up for some old geezer in his late fifties. Seriously, what a waste. But then I took a closer look at his family shitshow.
Turns out, this wrinkled asshole was the CEO of Julie's company, and he had a smokin' hot wife who was only 36. Jackpot, right? But no, of course, there's a catch. This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest.
But fuck it, I saw an opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I decided right then and there that I was gonna get my hands on both the MILF and the stepdaughter. If I played my cards right, I could turn them into my own personal fucking ATM. I was gonna milk them dry, and they wouldn't even know what hit 'em.
I saw Julie coming in with a woman who looked to be around the same age. The woman was attractive and stylish, much like Julie, and I recognized her as the wife of the CEO. From the way they were talking and laughing, it was clear that Julie and this woman knew each other well. I Knew her name was Jessica as I already looked into her information with the AI lens and also saw the photos of her and her daughter.
Julie approached me with Jessica by her side and made the introduction. "Jessica, this is Jack, my friend's son," she said.
I smiled, extended my hand for a handshake, and said, "Hello, Jessica. It's nice to meet you."
I saw Jessica looking at me, and she extended her hand as well. "Hello, Jack," she said with a smile. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Julie."
I turned to Julie, a mischievous grin spreading across my face, and said, "Oh, I do hope she didn't tattle on me for wearing her out!" I winked playfully, eager to hear Julie's response.
Jessica, who had been listening to our conversation, didn't seem to find anything unusual about my comment. She chimed in, ''Oh, not at all! She always tells me how strong and independent her nephew is, living on his own and managing everything so well. She even mentioned that you cook better than any professional chef she's ever met.''
Jessica laughed, looking at Julie with amusement. ''For the whole day, she was singing your praises, going on and on about how proud she is of you. It was quite endearing, actually,'' she added, still chuckling.
I turned to face Jessica, making sure to catch her gaze directly. With a sincere and serious tone, I said, "Thank you, Jessica, for looking after her at the office. It means a lot to know she's in good hands."
Julie, who had been listening intently, couldn't resist jumping in. "You little rascal," she said, her voice filled with both affection and exasperation. "Why are you talking like you're all grown up? You're making me feel like I'm the kid here, and you're the one looking after me."
Jessica chuckled warmly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Julie, Jack is quite the smooth talker," she said, glancing at Julie. "He's really got a knack for taking care of you, hasn't he?"
Julie waved a dismissive hand, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Don't listen to his nonsense, Jessica," she said. "He's just trying to make me look good."
Jessica looked at both of us, her smile genuine and warm. "Alright, I should get going now," she said, taking a step back. "See you tomorrow at the office." She then turned to me and added, "Jack, I hope to see you soon. It's always nice to have you around." With a final wave, she walked towards her car, which was parked a short distance away.
I watched as she got into the driver's seat, noticing that she didn't get into the car with her husband. Instead, she drove off in a different vehicle.
After that, I turned to Julie, took her hand, and guided her to the car parked outside. I helped her into the passenger seat, then got into the driver's seat and started the car.
I looked at Julie and said, '' Wife, why don't you thank your husband for picking you up? '' Julie looked at me and said, '' Thank you. '' I replied, ''A verbal thank you isn't enough. You should do something practical like at least give me a kiss on the lips,'' and I pointed to my lips.
The car was still parked in front of her office, so she looked around to see if anyone was there. Before she could turn back, I leaned in and gave her a wet kiss on the lips.