"Oh, such an honor to finally meet the great tutor. The numbers has been changing to high figures in Eleanor's report cards - it's all thanks to her proficient master and, his ever supporting sister."
My cold hand and Peter's was in the man's warm hands.
I and Peter's hands brushed slightly and I saw how his eyes hold a disgusting look before he quickly withdrew his hand, a smile breaking out of his lips.
"You praise me too much, sir. I only did what I could for a young girl's future to be bright." He commented and Eleanor giggled sillily, almost rubbing her buttocks against his build like Tom and Jerry.
I faux a grin at him also and he nodded, giving my hand a gentle rub before dropping it gently.
"Maybe if you could reduce the number of times she has to come to lesson and oh, not to talk about the many sleep overs." Her mother doesn't seem to be the easy - peasy type.
Her full brows perked up like a hen crowing for food.
Eleanor cleared her throat, giving her mom eyes that says " just call it quit, mom, don't embarrass me" but the woman seems to just be getting started.
"Christ, honey, it's studies - Our Eleanor doesn't look like she enjoys all those stress too but?" Her dad interfered.
"But she has to come to the evening Bible study, and week-"
"Oh, Max! Hi!" Eleanor hailed a guy standing miles away before sprinting off to meet with him, a perfect escape from her mother's preaching.
Her mom sighed before sipping her wine.
"Your efforts didn't go unrecognized. If you want a proper thank you, come to Bible study at five by dusk tomorrow.. only Jesus gives a proper thank you." She mused before walking away.
Her husband flashed us an apologetic smile before going after her, prolly to tell her how "not so cool" her attitude was.
She doesn't seem like the one who is hopeless in marriage like me.
Eleanor, upon seeing her parents leave, walked back to us.
"Sorry 'bout that. My mom can be pretty..devotic, if there were sucha word, sometimes...too zealous, over, actually." She breathed out the words as they came to her head.
"A contrast of how naughty you could be." Peter smacked his lips and her face flushed up.
"So, they, uhm..need help in the kitchen.." she trailed off and turns to me.
"Can you lend a hand, no, a finger, just a finger, Jessy? You seem like a good baker, my friends are having a hard time making some homemade cupcakes for the guest which you're part of."
"No." My reply came rather immediately which got her shrinking her face in surprise before looking up at her big papa.
"What do you mean NO?, Of course you should lend even your whole body to make this day perfect for her." Peter snapped at me.
I inhaled a sharp breath, not able to swallow my saliva as thorns pierced my lungs.
"And, off you go, Jessy." The warning tone that came after those words told me not to waste any more minute standing there.
"Wh-where is the kitchen?" I asked, feeling totally disgraced.
"Over there!" She chirped, pointing to it.
As I walked away, Eleanor exclaimed "Bless you, Jessy!" mockingly behind me.
My eyes went blur with tears but I cleared them out quickly, not wanting to call attention to myself.
Besides, Peter would bring hell to the earth if I stir a little chaos as far as getting two people question why humans drink water after eating.
..
The party was over, I was more stressed than the maids of the house.
"See you next time or maybe not." Eleanor's mom said as three of us entered the car, Eleanor sitting beside Peter at the driver's seat.
"Bye, ma'am and sir" Peter beamed.
I waved at them also while Eleanor just bade her dad goodbye before the car zooms off.
On the road, she turned to me.
"See, Peter is so naughty. You won't believe what he did when I was cutting the cake earlier?" She laughs.
I stared blankly at her, waiting to see the destination she drives her point to.
She smirks before raising her hand up, a sparkling silver bracelet gracing it.
"He locked this fvcking bracelet that I have always wanted on my hand!
Damn, this just came out three days ago and it's safe to say that, aside from celebrities, I'm the first person to get my hands on this!
A picture of my hand like this uploaded online would send the netizens walking on their heads!
Ooshhh!" She squealed.
My eyes went down, dolefully.
I haven't for once received such thoughtful gift from him before.
"Peterr, I love it so much. How should I pay you back for such generosity?"
"The gratitude should end in the bedroom." He gave her a wink and she blushes hard.
My stomach boiled and I found the sight distasteful and disgusting.
As soon as the car stopped, I bursted out of the car, restraining myself from whacking the door closed.
My steps took me to my room, and i find myself under the blanket, sobbing.
Before Eleanor, there had been so many girls..
I had felt violated while still questioning myself if I should be...
I had let myself think much of this contractual relationship.
I was tired but still looking forward and hoping things would turn better.
Maybe if I listen to his orders, satisfy his numerous girls, watch and listen in silence as they make out...
I thought he would come to think it over..
Have I watched too many movies?
I thought doing as he says is a love language to him!
But not once, not once had he treated me fairly!
Not once!
Now, I just want to be free from him but that wouldn't be easy.
It is going to be our fifth year tomorrow and according to the contract, we could decide to part ways.
