I urged Jaime Kelley to apply for a loan at the bank, but without a stable job, his application was denied. It was exactly what I expected.
"Darling, why not consider borrowing from private lenders? You've said that starting this toy factory is a guaranteed win," I encouraged him.
He seemed hesitant because private loans come with high interest rates. I acted playful, "Oh, come on, honey! I know someone offering a loan with just a six percent interest rate. It's only slightly higher than the bank's rate, and we could get three hundred thousand dollars by today!"
Jaime was taken in by my charm. People who are full of themselves just need a little flattery to feel on top of the world.
"Love, you've always got the solutions. Let me grab a shower first," he said.
He wanted to get close again, but I stopped him. Who's interested in his grubby advances? Ugh.
"Sweetie, we need to focus on getting this factory up and running first," I said gently.
Jaime followed my lead perfectly, playfully pinching my nose, "Sweetheart, I'm growing more in love with you every day. Once I make the big bucks, no matter how many women are out there, I'll never leave you. You'll always be my number one."
I smiled, though my stomach turned, and I almost lost my last meal of pulled pork with honey-spiced cake. Who cares about being your number one? I just want you gone.
While he was in the shower, I lay on the bed, wearing something rather revealing.
"Hey, Jahmir, are you there? Could you come in and help me?" I called out.
Jahmir quickly appeared before me.
"Jahmir, I think I twisted my ankle. Could you take a look?" I asked, putting on the seductive look I had practiced in front of the mirror for so long.
Jahmir swallowed hard and approached the bed. As he reached me, I pulled him down onto the bed.
His hands wandered, and after enduring it for about a minute, I screamed, "Help! Honey, help me!"
Jahmir panicked, confused by the situation and tried to flee, but I tightly wrapped us both in the bedsheet.
Jaime burst in, immediately pulling Jahmir away from me.
I let out a soft sob, "Honey, I'm so ashamed. How could Jahmir do this?"
I pretended to be furious, tears streaming down my face.
Jahmir was frantic, "Brother, let me explain. She set me up!"
I interrupted him, "You shameless creature! You've been peeking at me in the shower, and now, with your brother out of the room, you dare to..."
Feigning embarrassment, I trailed off, letting tears fall silently.
Jahmir grew pale as he listened to me, trying to defend himself, but Jaime wouldn’t let him speak, using his fists to beat Jahmir until he cried out in pain.
The sound was like music to my ears, utterly satisfying.
Nobody would come to help him; Jessie was out playing poker. Such perfect timing.
Jaime couldn't stand the thought of being betrayed, especially by his own brother.
I suppressed a grin.
"Jahmir, you should be thankful you only spied on me. Otherwise, being beaten would be the least of your worries."
After dealing with Jahmir, it was time to tackle Jessie.
