Travis walked into the house, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight for the kitchen. He poured himself a cold glass of water, gulping it down in one go. As he stood there, he glanced out at the backyard, the pool shimmering under the fading daylight.
'Why the hell am I even thinking about going to a community pool when I've got my own?' he thought, shaking his head. He rinsed the glass and put it away, then made his way upstairs.
Passing by Jenny's room, he paused, a smirk forming. He doubled back and opened the door without knocking. Jenny was sprawled on her bed, eyes glued to her phone, watching TikToks.
She looked up, and the moment she saw him, her face twisted with anger. Travis just stood there, leaving the door wide open before walking away as if nothing had happened.
Back in his room, he shut the door and locked it, laughing quietly to himself.
'I do enjoy some tomfoolery,' he thought, slipping his shoes into the wardrobe beneath a pile of clothes. He crouched down, checked his cash stash to make sure it was still full, then shut the door with a satisfied click. Stripping out of his clothes, he threw on something more comfortable.
'No meetings today. I'll hit the library tomorrow morning,' he decided, sinking into his chair. The quiet buzz of his computer filled the room as he logged in and started trading. The markets were volatile, some losses hit harder than expected, but his wins more than balanced things out.
After three hours, he leaned back, rolling his shoulders to shake off the tension. Opening his phone, he scrolled through his chats, mindlessly checking messages he hadn't bothered to read earlier.
Travis got a message from Missy that caught his attention—a view-once image. He opened it and saw her in a cute bikini, posing in front of a mirror.
'Damn, she's hot,' he thought, quickly saving the image in his own way.
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『 TODAY 』
Travis : Damn. When am I going to see that face to face?
Missy: As soon as you want to. I'm ready for you.
Travis: Okay, then we'll have to talk about organizing a date.
Missy: Sure. It doesn't have to be romantic, we can go to the local pizza place for all I care.
'That's perfect. Not that I can't afford somewhere fancy, I just don't like those places,' he thought.
Travis: Great, I'll need a daily picture from you, starting today.
She responded with a voice message, her playful tone coming through: "Anything for you, Travie."
Travis smiled like a kid with a brand-new toy. He checked his other messages, but none were as interesting as Missy's.
Except for Jane, who was always on her freaky business.
'She pretty much wants my dong,' he thought. 'I could head over and take her right now if I felt like it.' But he wasn't in a hurry. Despite just getting head from the principal, Travis didn't plan on rushing back to Jane anytime soon. He figured it could wait.
Feeling a bit hungry, he unlocked his door, carefully tiptoeing past Jenny's room, then made his way downstairs. As he reached the hallway, he heard laughter coming from the living room. He peeked in and saw Debbie and Yumi sitting together, absorbed in a TV show.
Debbie's natural motherly instincts kicked in as soon as she noticed him.
"Sweetie, you're back! How was school?" she asked with a warm smile.
"It was alright. Looks like you two are having fun," Travis said, plopping down on the couch.
"Yeah, me and Yumi have so much in common. I didn't expect to find someone like her at this point in life."
"What do you mean 'this point'? You're still in your prime, right Yumi?" Travis teased, shooting Yumi a knowing glance.
Yumi smiled and nodded. "Absolutely, I honestly thought you were still in your late twenties when I first saw you."
"Oh, stop. But thank you," Debbie replied, blushing lightly. "Travis, do you want me to make you a snack or something?"
"Nah, I'm good. I'll make one myself. See you both at dinner," he said, getting up to leave.
Travis left the two women to their bonding time and headed to the kitchen. He threw together a quick snack—well, three sandwiches—and grabbed a drink before heading back to his room, content with letting the rest of the day unwind.
Jenny was standing in front of his door, arms crossed, as Travis came up with his tray of sandwiches.
"What's up?" he asked, eyeing her curiously.
Without saying a word, Jenny reached for one of the sandwiches and took a big bite. As the flavors hit her taste buds, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her expression shifting to one of surprise and pleasure.
Realizing what she'd just done, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she immediately shot a glare at Travis.
Jenny cleared her throat, placing the half-eaten sandwich back on the tray with a smirk.
"You don't plan on actually going to the club with us, right?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, hell no. I'm good," Travis replied, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Also, why did you eat my sandwich?"
"That's revenge for earlier," she said smugly. "And since I've already taken a bite, I'm taking the whole thing. Don't want you getting off on a sandwich I've bitten."
Travis scoffed. "Jenny, I'd rather eat sand than simp over a sandwich you touched. Also, you're not that hot."
She frowned, clearly irritated. "I don't expect my sort-of brother to appreciate my beauty anyway, so fuck off."
"You fuck off. You're the one standing in front of my bedroom door," he shot back.
Realizing it, Jenny huffed and stormed off, slamming her door and locking it loudly behind her.
Travis chuckled to himself as he watched her retreat. 'Man, I enjoy teasing her,' he thought with a grin.
TO BE CONTINUED