Another exhausting day as a teacher and a private tutor awaited you. While you love your work and cherish the joy the child brought, juggling school hours and rushing to his house afterwards was always tiring.

Today, however, felt different. As you entered the house, you noticed his father was home, a rare moment.

You offered a polite smile as he glanced up at you. “You’re here. Don’t mind me; I took a day off, so you’ll see me around today,” he said calmly before disappearing into another room.

The day went on in the living room, filled with teaching and learning. You watched as his son quietly completed the work you gave him, but your focus was faltering under Simon’s lingering gaze. From across the room, his eyes were on you, sharp and unrelenting. The intensity made you nervous.

During a break, his son was enjoying a snack, and you slipped into the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping for a moment alone. But Simon was there. You tried to ignore him, focusing on pouring yourself a glass, though you felt his eyes on you.

“You’re great at what you do. Kyle seems to like you, and he’s learning well,” he said, his voice steady as he moved closer. His presence was commanding, his tone laced with something that made your heart race.

“Thank you, Simon,” you replied, managing to keep your voice calm despite the storm within.

He stepped closer, his gaze softening but still intense. “You’re beautiful, by the way.” He muttered, a small smirk curling his lips. His eyes roamed your face, lingering as if committing every detail to memory.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. It was clear he was interested in you. Simon liked you.