The dress I was wearing was short-sleeved, so the little fork just disappeared in my bra, now uncomfortably pricking my skin. Because of my long hair, I had just put my collar into place, letting the fork drop inside.
A few minutes later, Jude turned up, and my breathing nearly stopped. The black eye that had stared at me while kissing a girl, was part of a ravishing handsome man - this was not your typical high school teenager; this was someone sent from God to stir up women's world.
Tall, a languid face that would soon level perfection, black abyss-like eyes, and black hair that was trimmed shorter on the sides, emphasizing his ears. A sexy, sharp jaw, a roman nose, and thin, abstinent lips emit a roguish charm that would draw one in. His tall body was packed with muscles, although at first glance he looked to be on the skinny side. The board shoulders additionally showcased what his body was declaring: 'I am a man, here to plunder you.'
Dressed in a dark long-sleeved fitted shirt, and black jeans, he sauntered inside the dining room. Taking a seat across from me, on the left side of his father, he seemed to have no interest in the new dinner participant—me.
I just took a glimpse at him because it would be not only unfitting for the new wife to ogle her stepson, it would also be unfitting for a teacher to assess a high schooler with this kind of eyes. I reckoned that he was still in school because of my initial feeling when barging into his room, as well as his father, who didn't seem old enough to have a child older than sixteen. However, I started to waver a bit because Jude really didn't look the part, besides the few youthful features.
Nevertheless, I was just appreciating a fine species; this wasn't me lusting after someone a decade younger than me. As I have mentioned, I am a teacher, not some deranged pervert, and I hate interpersonal relationships.
Thomas finally put his phone away; now his eyes were on me again in an unsettling manner. He was turning to his son,
"Your stepmother. Call her mother." saying just that, nothing more, making the situation anticlimactic and embarrassing.
Jude's eyes raked over me, his detached face not matching his fiery eyes,
"Mother."
His voice sent small chills down my body. I don't know if my ears are my erogenous zone or what, but I loved getting my ears cleaned out by the doctor, and listening with headphones to songs with a strong bass. Now, the timbre of his deep voice made me want to steal it so that I could keep it with my other treasures.
However, this whole family consisted of psychos. This was definitely not a normal way to introduce a new family member, giving me the feeling of staged wrongness.
Thomas light eyes landed on me, compelling me to answer. So I nodded at the new stepson,
"Jude." That was all there was to it, cause I am still hungry.
Under the gaze of two handsome individuals who seemed out of place with each of their mannerisms, this strange little conversation ended, and the food was served.
There were no meals from which one could serve oneself; instead, three ready-made plates were brought in.
The first course consisted of something green and red; I didn't know what it was, but it was delicious. Next came a soup, also superb in its flavor. Then a meat dish. Every course was small, making me want more of it, but then the next delicacy was served. This manner of eating was like a rollercoaster toying with one's desires.
I observed the two men out of the corner of my eyes, and both were eating elegantly, while I just dug in. If you want someone with good table manners, then I am not the right choice, but both of them seemed too aloof to care.
Well, that was only helping me; hopefully Thomas would continue with ignoring me; it was better than staring at me like before, and regarding Jude.... I somehow doubted that we would start to become good buddies.
The dinner was finished after the life-changing dessert was consumed away. Thomas elegantly used a napkin for his mouth before turning to me again,
"You can start your new work tomorrow; the driver will bring you. I expect you to dress befitting of your status while you are working."
I nodded. Besides liking to torment high-schoolers, I wanted to work during my stay here because I wanted to have a reason to get out of this house. My bouquet with red flags was constantly growing, and I would surely go nuts while staying in this house.
Feeling Jude's eyes burrowing in me as well, goosebumps erupted on my skin, sparking with electric currents.
The fact that we would have to repeat dining together promised a brand-new kind of torture.
Sadly, the most crucial time was still waiting for me. Thomas stood up and offered me a hand. In front of the eyes of his son, I was forced to put my hand in his as he invited me,
"Let's go to bed, wife."