Holidays to me were nothing special. It was just a day that lazy people chose to be able to idle around. And this one was no different. The crazy weather of the city continued as the raindrops wetted my car. This rain completely made no sense to me. Why was it raining at the end of autumn. And here I was stuck in the middle of a city because my father demanded my presence. I hated days like these as they also added to the days I could not see the woman I loved because she was almost always absent from her classes. A girl that did not even have a slight idea that I loved her. After a month of stoppIng my operations to be a mere university commerce lecture. Just because I wanted to see the most beautiful woman and the first one to make my heart skip a beat. Even thinking of her made me feel like I was suffocating in my cloths and I felt my Jr hardening in my pants. I adjusted my back to sit more comfortable . I quickly removed the thought from my head as many things were so wrong with these thoughts. First being her age...

While I was still caught in the midst of my thoughts we had arrived. The house was in the countryside meaning it was a huge house with a farm and gazillion trees around it . The childhood home that now was the old man's retirement place

I stepped out of the black Maserati to stand under the umbrella that my chauffeur had provided. Since it was an old-fashioned white English mansion it had no places for occasions like these. I stopped a little to adjust my maroon suit that had hung perfectly on my tall frame. I took a few steps to enter the house. The old man was already standing on the porch waiting for me. The golden walking stick that he was carrying was pointless as he did not really use it for its initial purpose. The old fucked up man.

His formal suit in. His slightly bent back signaling old age." Father how have you been ?", I said greeting him. He had this awful look on his face. It was written disdain all around it, but the slight wrinkles were making him look like an old dog. Just as I got closer to take his hand and kiss it as per norm he raised his walking stick and I felt a bang on my body as the walking stick came in contact continuously with my body. "You useless kid, when am I to get a grandson and a wife in law ", I heard him say. The bodyguards on his back just stood there and did not even try to help. It kind of almost made me smile as I heard him throwing a tantrum like a little girl.

I held on to it on the fifth time because it kind of hurt as much as I could totally stand it. He was one man who needed therapy for anger issues. " It is great knowing that father's bones still work that he can stand without his stick. ", I made a scum like smirk.

"You piece...!", he did not continue to curse because in this family vulgar words were not to be used. That was the law mother made while she was alive and in the midst of everything father never cursed so did I. I really love this little rule. You could ever guess what goes on his head. He turned his body around and pulled the walking stick that I still held in my hand. Father was sick though. If it was really him in his days he could have made those hits more hurtful. I knew exactly what he wanted, yet I deprived him. It was not like i did not have a girl at heart it was just circumstances. What I was taught in this family was to always get what I want. And I wanted the red haired girl to be my wife, and she was to be. But she needed a few speech manners.

"If you cannot do what men are supposed to do with their tales I'm gonna amputate it,mark my words",I heard him mutter after everything he hasdone that would take the sport.

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Having dinner with my father was always either super uncomfortable or really funny, today it was uncomfortable. He had been going on and on about me finding a wife which in the past I used to laugh at but today it was uncomfortable.

I guess it was because I've seen and spotted a beautiful flower on the Kingsley family .

“Why are you so quite…I need a grandson you dumb son of mine”,he shouted looking at me intensely.

I slowly opened my mouth in defeat,“ Look old man I've found her …”. Before I could finish he was already eating me up

“Then why isn't she here with a belly filled with a Jones?", he looked at me with eyes filled with curiosity and rage creeping in between.

“Slow down…I'm working on it”,I said holding my head with my elbows on the dinner table.

“ Working on it …? Look in 5 months she should be pregnant and already a wife of this family”,he said taking on another spoon of soup into his mouth he was on his mid 70’s meaning he had me when he was older than me yet I'm in too old to have an heir.

After I promised to get the lady in ,he finally let it go and we went to him blabbering about his golf friends that are still doing stupid things at their age. Like messing with young madams .

Time went by quickly and moments after I went home. I was still thinking about the young lady that had the most amazing body. She was the true definition of perfection. With her red hair that stood out in a crowd. Making heads turn for her looking at her porcelain skin that was white as snow . She was not just a pretty face but a wise brain that got straight A’s all the time. The glasses that she wore made her look sophisticated every time.

I don't know when but I fell asleep when I got home. It must have been the whiskey I had had earlier,when I woke up it was time for work .I had to start my order of the day. Anticipation filled my heart as I was gonna go to school to see that beautiful looking face. That star shooter in the midst of my lonely days . That made my heart flutter like that of a teenager.

I prepared quickly to go to the university. I had my first class of the day at 9:30. For some reason since it was Thursday I knew she was gonna come. That I could bet my car on.

I walked on the hallway looking everywhere trying to find her to no avail. She was mostly either too early or late. I anticipate to see her whether she was late or early as long as she came that all the mattered.

I went to my office to fetch some teaching material that I usually leave at the university. As time was beating me to it I grabbed it soon and came to class. I opened the door and ran my eyes in the room and there she was with her beautiful face studying . It was broad daylight but she had her bedtime mode on. This always made me curious.

“Miss Kingsley,you are early”, I commented. I stopped what I was doing and stared right at her .

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at me . We were the only ones in the classroom . She raised her feet and approached me .

“ Good morning Mr Jones, how are you?”,she said with her small calm voice that made my dick twitch. She was my true definition of perfection.

“Can I help in any way?”,she said as she was standing right in front of me.

The black long tight dress she had on with her short puff jacket looked so sexy. I wanted to smack her ass looking at the thin stretchy fabric you could tell it would leave some mark on that beautiful soft pale like skin.

“Mhh ….you are staring Mr. Jones. It rude” ,she said looking at me . She had one of her eyebrows raised slightly, probably because I was looking at her. I do not know where that confidence came from on a teenager but it made her even more dazzling.

“I apologize Ms. Kingsley”,I said..I continued saying, “please help”,I pointed to the cables that were on the floor.

She scoffed before she did as I asked. The cables that were in different colors she just simply asked me where to put what. It was something weird for a smart girl not to know how to identify which cable to go where.

More learners started filling the room. Miss Kingsley finished and went to her seat.

“ Morning students, today's were going to be doing business ventures ,please open up on page 25.”

The students started taking notes as I continued with the lecture. When I passed on Miss Kingsley’s side she had her iPad still on bedtime mode and extra dimmer. It was like it was still to bright for as she had glasses on . She always had black and white clothes on. I had never seen her with brighter colourful colours than white and beige.

“Which investment would you choose if you were to invest ? …anyone?”

A tall skinny blonde hair girl was quick to raise her hand so I picked her to answer . Yes miss at the back.

“Obviously one with more returns ”, she said pridefully you could every one was thinking the same as her because the murmured yes.

“That's just dumb ,you mean to tell you'd invest in a business with a negative gearing because you think about returns, that is just straight up dumb”, Miss Kingsley said . Since she was sitting in the front she slightly turned her body to look at the blonde haired girl.

“That is not dumb the higher the returns at least if the business goes bankrupt I know I would have had my money back in full”

“It won't last that long because they have no plans for improvement meaning the money they make is just for investors and there is no retained income for the business to expand which may mean in one of the years you may not earn any dividends because the business have more liabilities than assets which actually should have been bought with retained income ghat was spent on you"

“What's important is that the returns are good so I don't care ”

“ Stick to the trust fund and that stupid hair because you're dumb and there is no fixing you”

“What did you say? ”, the blonde hair girl screamed, you could see the redness in her face because of anger.

I stopped myself from the verge of laughter; this was what made me more interested in Miss Kingsley. She had a wise perspective of finance meaning she was into growth rather than pleasing shareholders.After everything she said she continued looking forward unfeigned by how Blondie felt. She has the same solemn look in her face

Fighting with the skinny bitch was never a problem. Actually I pride myself in that. I guess being born in a competitive family makes you always want to come at the top. Settling for less than never a choice maybe that is why I did not appreciate losing money because I was hasty in my decision-making.

She was always annoying with her dumb brain. She had beautiful looks but the sight of her disgusted me .She was just too much. Which was one of the reasons I never went to school regularly. Even though I had glasses when it was sunny they did not serve their purpose well.

Seeing the world in black and white was not tiring it was the color that made my eyes itch. The only thing that did not make me cringe was my so-called red hair because as red as it was it was still dark enough to tolerate.

Mr Jones had definitely enjoyed this little argument with the skinny girl . He had that smirk in his face. He was handsome with it.

He had the most amazing voice ever that had a short yet sexiness in it. He was older which was why I tried my best to refrain from him because he had great sexual chemistry. He was dripping with testosterone. Because you could tell from his tall built and large frame that he was a handsome man . Although I did not know the colour of his eyes I was still glad from moment to moment I would catch them on me.

It made me feel somehow not so ugly. But it also concerned me because it could have happened that he was not into me just looking at my abnormal big ass on the small wait. I could not help it if I liked my food as a kid.

Mr Jones quickly adjourned the class as his time was up.

As I started packing my things I heard him say,“ Miss Kingsley. Please stay I'd like to speak to you"

I quickly packed my things as I waited for everyone to leave the classroom .

After every one was gone I quickly stood up to Mr Jones. I adjusted my glasses looking at him “ Can I help you?”,I asked . He gave me some papers as he signaled for me to walk. We walked silently to his office.

Whether it was all white or light colours I did not ask . I placed the papers on his table and sat on a chair that he had signaled me to sit on. I sat opposite of him staring at him. He had this magnificent look on him .

“Miss Kingsley the management is worried about your absenteeism. You're a bright student you need to get at school to keep that brightness in you don't you think? he said looking at me in the way that my father usually looked at me if I did something wrong .

“Why ,did I fail ?” I asked with a straight face.

“No but you will ,if you don't come to school regularly ”

“No I won't ,I have an aggregate of 100% with being mostly absent, I do just fine”

“Fine I have a test planned for tomorrow,it's supposed to be a surprise test but knowing you ,you'll be absent tomorrow,can you come in?”

“ really?.. ah fine I will be here. If that is all I would like to leave I have a class to attend”,with that stood I up and left. He was my teacher and a test was a big deal which meant I had to be there .

The rest of the day sucked as I had to jiggle all around school listening to worthless lectures.

When I finally got home I received a call from my family

“Hey princess",I heard my brother say that made my heart flatter because I had missed him

" Hi dude how are you?”

" Were you fine but have you been holding up in a foreign country?”

“ I'm doing great but I think I'm gonna need new glasses Jade when can I see you?”

“You know ..what about in 2 weeks will that be enough…?”

" Yes it will be fine,where is daddy?"

“He said he had a date with a young mistress, expect to have a mother soon …ha ha ha”

“That sounds weird as a f please never say it because she might be your age…haha ha”,we both blast into laughter. It was nice hearing Jade's voice since we both had busy lives.

All of us were busy to tell the truth. From the oldest to the youngest. We were busy Jaden was the oldest child and he was a doctor . To be specific my eye doctor because he helped me with my sight.

There was Maximilian who was the second born he was the family’s interior designer. He was the one who made my penthouse this masterpiece to accommodate my sight.

We were all from a rich family that breeds geniuses . Everyone was unique except for me who had nothing more to offer than brains . You could say I was blind because I was sensitive to colours. The house that I lived in had a dark interior . From the living room to the bathrooms. Not only was the furniture dark ,the lights were limited because they made my eyes extra sensitive. The glasses I wore were to reduce the effect the light had on my eyes. Actually I'm not sure what that did because I never paid attention if it happened that Jade explained it.

I slowly stood up from the phone after speaking to Jade for the past hour.

It was 4 already. I stood up because I had to make something to eat . I took out some veggies and steak to cook. I poured myself a glass of juice before turning up the song to start cooking. It was always nice to have some music while busy.

-its not my fault…you like..like…like in love with me..it's not my fault you're like in love with me you like in love with me.-

I continued singing with my heart. I finished cooking in a short time. The steak and veggies were now ready to be served. I placed it on the heaters to avoid it cooling down.

I left to go to the bathroom. I took my time in the shower and wore my pajamas and went back to the kitchen . I served in food with love and saved some for later.

I started preparing for the test I had while I was eating. I could already feel the hundred percent waiting for me.