The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Jeremy leaned into the seat, so Corinne did not see him when she woke up. She just thought he was part of the seat. It was not
until he moved his body that the light from outside of the car fell on his face.
Corinne was not happy to see him at all. She frowned out of embarrassment and asked, “It’s you! How... How did I end up in
your car?!”
Jeremy glanced sideways at her. “You should first ask yourself why you fainted on me of all people.”
Corinne remembered someone scooping her up from behind to prevent her from falling before she blacked out.
‘So it was Jeremy who saved me...’ thought Corinne. She decided to be nicer to him since he did her a big favor.
“Sorry, I must’ve fainted because of low blood sugar. Thank you for saving me. Well, I guess I’ll be off, then,” she said.
After that, she opened the car door. Jeremy did not stop her. Instead, he just said breezily, “I guess you don’t want to see Nellie
Nymphaea’s self-portrait, then.”
Corinne’s hand instantly froze, and she snapped her head back to look at him. “You have the painting?”
‘No wonder I couldn’t find the painting even after searching every corner of the venue!’ thought Corinne.
Jeremy rested his chin on his hand and simply replied, “Yeah.”
Corinne closed the car door and sat back down. “Where is the painting now? Can I please see it?”
Jeremy looked at her mockingly. “Why should I let you see my private collection?”
‘Oh, so he bought the painting!’ thought Corinne. She started to panic. However, she forced herself to calm down and suppress
all of her anger for the sake of her mother’s painting. “I’m just asking to see it. It’s not like I’m asking you to give it to me.”
Jeremy scoffed. “How do I know you won’t steal it? It’s not like we’re very close.”
Corinne puffed up her cheeks. ‘He’s being an *sshole!’
“You’re right. We’re not close, but we worked together once. Can you please find it in your heart to let me see the painting? I
don’t mind even if I could see it from afar,” said Corinne.

Jeremy lifted her chin as though he was checking something interesting. His eyes roved all over her face and after a long while,
he finally said two words, “Beg me.”
Corinne was already not in the best of mood. Nonetheless, she had no choice but to suppress her anger again since Jeremy was
holding the painting hostage. She took a deep breath and begged, “Okay, Mister Jeremy. I beg you to ple—mph!”
She did not even get to finish her sentence before he leaned down and kissed her. He even bit her lips possessively.
Corinne’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly pushed him away and wiped her mouth. “Have you lost your mind?!”
Jeremy panted. He glared at her angrily and shouted, “Yes! I’ve lost my mind!”
Corinne kept wiping her mouth vigorously in a bid to calm her wildly beating heart. “Why don’t you find someone else to torture? I
don’t have the time to play with you anymore!”
She was so angry that she did not even want to see the painting anymore. All she wanted to do was to get out of the car as fast
as possible.
However, this time, Jeremy stopped her by pulling her back and closing the car door.
“What the hell are you doing? I’m going to scream for help if you don’t let me out this instant!” shouted Corinne as she tried to
break free from Jeremy.
However, she was no match for his strength at all. He plonked her down on his lap and hugged her gently due to her being
pregnant, but it was enough to keep her trapped.
Not being able to move, Corinne glared at him and asked, “Jeremy Holden, just what the hell do you want?”