Forbidden Collection
Ms.Maristep daughter teases dad
But the world never listens to my side.
I sighed, rolling my eyes at my own reflection in the microwave door.
Then, through the window, I spotted him—Jamiu, the Jamaican security guy.
I bit the tip of my finger.
“Focus, Kimberly,” I whispered.
But my mind had already slipped elsewhere.
He looked up at me just then, catching my gaze. For a second, I forgot to breathe. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly—a hint of a smirk, maybe curiosity.
I leaned against the counter, pretending to check my phone, but my pulse was racing.