Chapter 1
I moved in with my mother's friend.
Who would have guessed she was a stunning woman in her early thirties?
She had an irresistible hourglass figure and the face of an angel.
With her smooth, flawless skin and sheer black stockings, even thinking about her was enough to make my heart race.
Then, by accident, I discovered her secret. Different men kept coming and going from her room at night.
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After graduation, I moved to Asterbridge alone to build a life for myself, and Mom arranged for me to stay with a friend of hers.
That evening, I arrived at the small apartment where my mother's friend lived.
I rang the doorbell, and when the door opened, I was stunned.
Standing in front of me was a gorgeous, sexy woman with flawless skin and stunning looks. She was dressed in sharp business attire, sheer black stockings and high heels.
She appeared to be in her early thirties, with refined features and a warm, sweet smile.
She had that mature, confident vibe I always found irresistible, the kind of woman I couldn't help but admire.
I paused for a moment, wondering if I had rung the wrong doorbell.
"Are you May's son? Come on in. Don't just stand there, get inside," she said.
"Ms. Harper?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's me. What a polite young man," she replied.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and the simple gesture stirred something in my heart.
I was 23, and Emily Harper couldn't have been more than ten years older than me.
I had never imagined that the woman I would be living with would be so young and attractive.
Once inside, I felt pretty nervous and a bit out of place.
She showed me to my room and told me this would be my place from now on.
She even helped me unpack, and with her warm hospitality, we started chatting in no time.
She worked at a bank, so she always wore business attire to work.
She'd just gotten home from work and hadn't had a chance to change yet.
She told me to make myself at home.
Emily's apartment was simply furnished, with a balcony full of potted plants.
She also had a Shiba Inu named David King living with her.
Overall, her place had a warm, cozy vibe.
By the time we finished unpacking, evening had already fallen. Emily made dinner for me.
She said she had lived in the apartment for years and had remained single, though having the occasional guest over kept her from feeling lonely.
To make it easier to stay in touch, Emily and I followed each other on Instagram.
That night, as I lay in bed scrolling through my phone, I browsed Emily's Instagram profile.
Most of the posts featured polished, sensual portraits of Emily.
Her striking figure and elegant curves stood out, while a self-assured smile brightened her face.
The gentle, composed woman I saw during the day clearly had a much more uninhibited side.
It was obvious that she was thriving and felt entirely comfortable with herself.
I lingered over the photos with great interest, occasionally zooming in to study them more closely.
The problem was, I accidentally tapped the like button on one of her posts.
I quickly removed the like, but she still sent me a voice message.
"Leo, do you think my photos are hot? Don't drool on your phone," she teased.
"They're beautiful," I replied, with a grinning emoji.
"I forgot to set my posts to private. Hardly anyone can see these photos, and your mom can't see them either. I'm removing your access," she said.
"No, please don't," I pleaded.
"Then you have to keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone," she warned.
While promising Emily, I hurried to save a few of my favorite photos, afraid she might revoke my access.
After only one evening together, Emily had already made the best possible impression on me.
If I could, I'd stay here forever.