Decision

Chapter 3

Evening settled over the mansion like a slow, deliberate curtain, thick, golden light fading into shadows that stretched across the polished floors. The house, always too quiet for its size, seemed to breathe differently at night.

Jessica had started to notice that.

During the day, it was a place of movement,guards shifting positions, staff walking carefully, doors opening and closing with quiet discipline. But at night…

At night, it felt like something was watching.

She stood in front of the mirror in her room, fingers tightening around the edge of the dressing table. Drops of water still clung to her skin from her shower, sliding slowly down her neck and disappearing beneath the soft pink robe wrapped around her body.

Her reflection stared back at her.

Different.

Not the girl who had once stood barefoot in a cramped shop, counting coins and worrying about her sick mother.

This version of her lived in a mansion.

Called a powerful man Dad.

Felix.

The name alone sent a strange mix of curiosity and unease through her.

He was the only one in the house who spoke to her like she wasn’t a possession. The only one who didn’t look at her like she owed something simply for existing here.

But even Felix had secrets.

Everyone in this house did.

Including the man she now called her father.

She had tried subtly, carefully to understand what he did.

Why he was always busy.

Why people spoke to him in hushed tones.

Why certain doors in the house were always locked.

Why she sometimes heard voices late at night… voices that didn’t sound friendly.

But every question had been met with the same thing,

A smile,

A vague answer,

And silence.

Jessica exhaled slowly and turned away from the mirror.

She stepped into the hallway, her bare feet silent against the smooth floor. The house lights were dimmed, casting long shadows that seemed to move when she wasn’t looking directly at them.

Felix’s room was at the far end.

A place she had only been to once.

A place she wasn’t sure she was allowed to go again.

But curiosity had a way of overpowering fear.

As she walked, a faint sound reached her ears.

Clinking,

Metal against glass,

Jessica paused,

The kitchen,

Someone was still there.

She frowned slightly.

The chef usually left earlier.

Which meant

He was running late.

Jessica found the way back to her room patiently waiting for the chef to leave.

The kitchen door creaked open.

Light spilled into the hallway.

She heard the chef’s voice clearly.

“Good night, sir.”

“Good night.”

The reply was calm.

Familiar.

Jessica’s stomach dropped.

She didn’t need to see his face to know who it was.

Her father.

Footsteps approached the hallway.

Jessica turned sharply and walked casual, steady, controlled towards Felix's room.

The door wasn't locked, Jessica entered Felix's room without saying a word.

She loosened her robe exactly as she had planned, her fingers steady even though her heart wasn’t.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then the fabric slipped.

The robe fell silently to the ground, pooling at her feet like it had been waiting for this moment all along. She stood still,not out of hesitation, but calculation. Every move tonight mattered. Every second counted.

Felix breath caught.Jessica stop this, I'm like a father to you.

But what he said didn't stop Jessica.She walked up to him and caught his lips in her mouth.

Her upper lip caught his while he was struggling to get her lower lip.They were exploring each other's lips.

They released each other from the kiss, I'm like a father to you, I'm twice your age, Felix murmured.

Nobody cares about the age, Jessica said as she put her right n****e in his mouth.

I can't do this without you being my girlfriend.Will you be my girlfriend, Felix asked.

Yes, Jessica said.

On the bed,their shadows became one.