…………... Gerald Larry Kensington……………
I was short of words when she asked me that question. It was difficult to reply to her, and I didn't seem to know the reason behind it.
"Why can't you give me an answer?" she asked, staring deep into my eyes. The atmosphere became awkward. I breathed out and said,
"Tiffany, you are someone to me. A friend and a caring person who loves my son, I only see you as my son's nanny," she laughed for a minute. I saw that she got hurt by my words. I hated to see her hurt. She ruffled her hair in frustration.
"Do I seem cheap? And is it because I always succumb to your touch?" she said, pushing my chest slightly. I held her hand and hugged her. A pang of guilt rushed through me. She was right, I never thought of that. It was so foolish of me to take advantage of her feelings. I had no idea if I was driven by lust or if I truly had feelings for her.
"I am sorry, Tiffany, please don't love me. I don't want to hurt you," I said, still hugging her. She nodded her head and smiled. I knew her smile wasn't genuine. I pushed her slightly and left her room. I went to my room, pondering if she meant something to me.
My phone rang, bringing me to reality. Carlos's name was written on it.
"Hello, Carlos, why did you call?" I asked, massaging my head.