"Master, could you help me get the massage oil for the child? It's on the rack next to the mirror!" Patricia's voice then came from outside of the bathroom.
The hair dryer was still letting out strong air. Nidia had not switched it off, so Patricia had to raise her voice.
Nidia immediately turned around to get the massage oil. For some reason, she just couldn't find it. All she could feel was the laser-like gaze staring at her naked body.
She had never experienced such embarrassment in her entire life!
Due to her panicking, she had completely forgotten that the man behind her could see more of her body. The clothing she used to cover her front was not of much use.
However, now that he had seen everything, she felt she didn't have the need to be so conservative.
Besides, hadn't he already seen her naked back in the VIP hotel room?
Nidia quickly changed into a set of new pyjamas, she seemed to be quite clumsy.
Although she was filled with embarrassment, Nidia tried to act as calm as she could.
She tip-toed as she tried reaching the massage oil on the top of the rack.
When she obtained the oil, she turned around...
And felt a tall and large figure against her body.
Her wrist was then grabbed by the man's large hands. The blush on Nidia's cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink.
Jackson had not said a word. Instead he pinned her hand, which was still holding the massage oil, to the bathroom wall.
This position was...
She really just wanted to curl up into a ball of embarrassment.
The man stared at her fair and slender wrist, and moved his gaze to the smooth skin on her arm under her pyjamas.
That was the smoothest surface that he had ever touched.
"What are you doing?" Nidia's face was against the cold, hard bathroom wall. She felt violated, and tried turning around to look at the man standing behind her.
When did he come up behind her?
She wanted to get out of his grip. However, even after two tries, she failed to do so.
The man was strong, and his grip on her wrist only became tighter after her attempts to break free.
Apart from that night in the hotel, Nidia had never been this physically close to any other man before.
Her face was slowly burning up.
She could even feel his chest rising along with his breathing, pressing their bodies together even more.
The fresh hint of cologne started surrounding her, and Nidia could feel her body stiffening up. Her body froze as she felt a big hand touching her on her flat stomach.
The pyjamas were fairly loose. The man's rough hands reached under her top and caressed her stomach.
"You..." Nidia's breath was slightly warm, and she tried turning around once more.
He might have loosened up his grip at some point, as if he permitted her to turn around. While still under his body, Nidia managed to turn around and faced him.
"Mmh..." Just as she turned around, her soft lips met with Jackson's.
Her teeth were forced apart. Their tongues were now intertwined, entangled.
Slowly, their breathing became one...
As if he couldn't keep his hands to himself, his big hands caressed Nidia up and down. Nidia could feel her body trembling, frightened of what he might do to her.
She was unconscious back in the hotel room, so she wasn't able to remember much details or the sensations.
Now, however, she was feeling all these strange sensations at this very moment.
What kind of person does he think she is? Why does she need to be intimate with him?
Outside the bathroom was Patricia and their child. Nidia was angered by his reckless behaviour, extremely embarrassed. She opened her eyes, and the man's beautiful and defined features met her eyes.
Nidia gathered all her courage and slapped him hard across the face.
The hair dryer was still going off at that moment, despite being thrown to the ground. It most likely overpowered the sound of the slap.
Jackson's expression visibly darkened, clearly upset.
...
"Bubsy is my son, which I had to go through eight months of pregnancy to give birth to! I would miss him, and I would want to see him, all because I am his mother. I want to be a good mother, but this isn't an opportunity for you, Mr. Cunningham, to do whatever you want with me..." Nidia said, and she realized his expression had turned colder.
He was a man, after all. Being slapped across the face in that sort of moment was a punch to his pride. Moreover, he was the Jackson Cunningham, the man that everyone feared.
"If you just wanted to get some release, you have all the women in the world at your beck and call! Why did it have to be me? Won't I just embarrass you?"
Nidia didn't dare to be too harsh, but she felt that she had made her point across.
As she talked, all Jackson could focus on was her lips. Her baby pink lips were now a bright shade of red after he forced himself on her.
She may have been worried that this would catch Patricia's attention or scare the child, hence she lowered her voice to a significant extent.
Her voice was soft and gentle by nature. Even when she was expressing anger, it didn't seem all that threatening.
Her hair was still damp, yet it looked soft and silky, cascading down her back. A light shade of red painted her white cheeks. Her black and bright eyes were tearing up, upset.
She lifted her head and glared at him, her eyes filled with anger and frustration.
He wasn't quite sure why, but Jackson wanted to see her become angrier.
Would she scratch him with her 'claws' like a little kitten? Maybe she'd be proud of herself for doing so, but little did she know that this would only arouse him even more.
She calmed herself down and then said, "I'm sorry for using your bathroom today, I won't do that again. I'll just watch the child next time. I won't be greedy."
She was also angry at herself. She knew she shouldn't have taken a shower and breastfeed the child.
If it weren't for this greed to be able to experience the happiness and blessings of being a mother, she wouldn't have ended up in such an awkward situation.
She picked up the hair dryer and turned off its switch.
Without the noise that it was making, Jackson wouldn't be able to mess with her anymore.
Any sane human would be extremely awkward knowing that both Patricia and their child were outside. Unless, if this man wasn't quite sane.
Before she could even put down the hair dryer, she felt a sudden rush of dizziness.
When she regained her sight, both her hands were already holding on to the side of the bathtub. Her reflexes had prevented her from falling.
Just that moment, Jackson's large hands supported her tiny waist.
In such an awkward position, Nidia slowly moved her gaze from the ground to the man's slippers, and then up to his long and strong legs.
Between them was a thin layer of fabric. She could feel something pressed against her thighs...
It seemed to be quite warm. She inhaled sharply...
She could feel her face burning up once again. She knew exactly what that was.
Overwhelming fury arose from her heart, a lump forming in her throat. However he tightened his grip on her waist, and she couldn't move at all...
"I'd like to see if you really don't want to." Jackson's tone sounded mildly frustrated.
His voice was husky and dangerously seductive, as if he was about to lose control.
Nidia was terrified.
"Patricia! Mmh..." Nidia screamed. She didn't care what would happen, but she knew that Jackson wouldn't make a move on her in front of the housekeepers.
However, the man's rough hands shut her mouth into silence.
It was a relief that Patricia was able to hear her.
"What's wrong, Miss South? Can you find the massage oil? Don't worry, I'll get it!"
Patricia said, and she walked to the bathroom in a hurry.
The door flung open.
Patricia looked towards Nidia, and then turned to the direction of the toilet behind the curtains. Nothing was out of place.
Patricia scanned the storage rack and said, "Huh, it's gone. I remember I placed it here after I last used it."
Nidia, who was squating next to the bathtub, picked up the bottle of massage oil which had rolled to a corner. "Found it, here you go."
"Must've dropped it when we were bathing Bubsy." Patricia said, taking the bottle and walking out of the bathroom.
Nidia couldn't believe that she was able to escape...
Jackson, on the other hand, was now alone in the bathroom. None of the females in this household would normally come into this bathroom when he's in here.
He lit his lighter.
Jackson could feel himself tense up as he stood in front of the toilet. He lit up his cigarette with furrowed eyebrows and turned on the air ventilation system. He didn't want to leave any second hand smoke in the bathroom.
His whole body was completely tense.
He closed his eyes. With the cigarette still in his mouth, the images from moments ago kept flashing in his head.
Her skin was fair, as if there weren't any blemishes on it.
Her beautiful features and perfect curves, paired with her big doe eyes that sparkled with tears of desperation.
Desperation?
His mind went south, and he started imagining her begging desperately...
Nine months ago, her soft, luscious hair slid down her smooth skin. He couldn't seem to look away from the fair skin on her back, and the thought filled him with lust and greed.
Electric coursed through his whole body, his senses going numb.
He looked down, and noticed the reaction on his body.
...
In the bedroom, Patricia was massaging the baby and looked towards the baby's mother. Nidia seemed to be changing her clothes in a hurry.
Confused, Patricia asked, "Miss South, are you leaving so soon? Why don't you stay for the night with the baby again?"
"Nah, I'll be going now." Nidia replied. "Cunningham is back. I don't think I'd like to stay for long."
'Cunningham?' Patricia remembered that Nidia used to call him Jackson!
It wasn't an intimate nickname, but at least calling him by his first name was better than calling him 'Cunningham'! Nidia looked like she was filled with disgust and hatred!
Patricia held the child in her arms, patting Bubsy on the back as her eyebrows narrowed.
As a soft-hearted woman, she could empathize with Nidia.
Patricia sympathized with the mother and her child.
The mother just wanted to sleep next to her baby. This wasn't something out of the norm. However, all of it was considered a luxury for the two.
'What a pity!'
'This child was pitiful enough, but his mother had it worse!' After changing back into her clothes, Nidia realized her phone was missing. She looked in every nook and cranny of the bedroom. She hadn't been moving around much in the mansion. After a while of searching, Nidia slapped her forehead in realization. Her phone was in the bathroom... When Bubsy was bathing, she took her phone in with her as well. She wanted to record a few videos of him. Being able to record their mother-son moments was important to her. This was the only way that she could reminisce these moments back at home.
However, Jackson was still inside.
Nidia waited for quite some time, yet he remained in the bathroom all this while.
Out of ideas, Nidia went towards the bathroom. This time, she left the door ajar.
Patricia was pacing back and forth in the bedroom with Bubsy in her arms. She would be able to see what was happening in the bathroom. If he tried anything this time, he would be caught red-handed...
Nidia didn't bother to acknowledge Jackson, who was behind the curtains. All she wanted was to find her phone.
Behind the curtains, Jackson's voice was surprisingly deeper than before, paired with an exceptionally rough tone. "What are you looking for?"
"My phone." Nidia replied dismissively. She took the towel out of the laundry basket and gave it a little shake.
Nothing fell out.
The laundry basket was empty as well.
Jackson's tall figure could be seen behind the curtains. He had not moved one bit. "Is the phone on the toilet yours? It's white and there's an ugly pink pig on top. Its mouth looks like a hair dryer."
Nidia was speechless.
'That was Peppa Pig!' She wanted to play with Bubsy, so Lily helped her buy one when she was shopping online for phone cases.
Bubsy had even reached out his little arms to touch the Peppa Pig on her phone case. He seemed to like it very much.
Nidia decided to just take her phone and leave. She opened the curtains and rushed to the toilet.
Before she could reach her phone, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.
Jackson Cunningham was mas... The word 'masturbating' swallowed down to her throat.
Her breathing paced up and her chest grew tingly, as if ants were trying to build a nest in her lungs. As the shock hit her, her legs went weak.
"Shameless..." Nidia huffed, snatching her phone with her eyes closed.
Just as she was about to leave, the man behind her who was still busy fapping said, "I didn't ask you to watch."
Nidia fell speechless once more. She could feel a ball of frustration and anger forming in her chest.
Indeed, he hadn't asked her to watch. However, she thought that he stood behind the curtains to wait until his 'reaction' wears off.
'Who would've figured that he'd be doing that!'
"I'll be off now, Patricia." Nidia said, picking Bubsy up carefully and kissing him on his soft little cheeks. She held him close, not willing to let go even after a long hug.
Patricia took the child from her arms, watching as Nidia's eyes teared up and reddened.