The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Jeremy drove to Aaron’s home, or more accurately, the home of Aaron, Xante, and Corinne. After getting out of the elevator, he persistently rang the doorbell. When nobody came to the door, he started to pound on the door angrily.

It was a good thing there was only one unit of apartment on each floor, or someone would have complained about the noise. After a while, the door finally opened under Jeremy’s persistent pounding.

Aaron, dressed in his pajamas, scratched his head sleepily. “Mister Jeremy, what are you doing here so late?”

Jeremy was seething with anger. “Where’s Corinne? Ask her to come out this instant!”

Aaron shrugged and spread his hand nonchalantly. “Mister Jeremy, your men had already checked my car and found nothing. I don’t get why you’re asking me where Corinne is. I should be the one asking you where she is.”

Jeremy ignored what he said, pushed him to the side, and strode impatiently into the living room.

Carew, get your *ss

a frown. “Mister Jeremy, do you know what you’re doing is called ‘trespassing’? I can call the cops on you,” he

her bags last time and knocked

for a fat white cat curled up lazily on the

and started stroking its fur to calm it down. “That’s enough,

room, and they inevitably darkened when he saw no signs of Corinne. “Where are you

really determined to hide from you. Do you think she’ll come to a place where you can find her? She even cut off contact with us

his chest was about to explode. ‘D*mn that little