Jason seethed with barely contained rage. There was a mixture of amusement and
annoyance dancing in Estre’s eyes as sheforted him, “They didn’t touch me. It was over my
clothes.”
“Over your clothes, huh? Were you wearing jeans? Did you have socks on?” Jason’s voice was edged
with sarcasm. He hadn’t touched her that much, and they hadn’t shared enough intimate moments, but
now these nobodies had their hands on her. Thinking about this, he felt so ufortable in his heart..
The bottom line was, even if he had her countless times, it didn’t give anyone else the right toy a
finger on her. Not even for a massage.
Jason was jealous. Estre sighed heavily. She patted her forehead, at a loss with him. “I’m a married
woman. For heaven’s sake, those guys aren’t even hitched. Who’s taking advantage of whom is still up
for debate! It’s not like I’m at a loss here.”
Estre’s twisted logic didn’t phase Jason, who turned to the guys giving Bryce a rubdown. “Why’s
Bryce so quiet all of a sudden?”
No sooner had Jason finished his sentence than Bryce resumed his wailing.
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Estre was at her wit’s end – exasperated by Jason and driven mad by Bryce’s noise.
“Estre, Estre, save me. I’m dying here.”
Bryce’s voice was pitiful, and Jesse looked upon him with such sympathy you’d think she was about to
send flower to him for a peaceful afterlife.
Seeing this, Estre turned to Jason. “What do you suggest we do, Jason?”
It wasn’t Bryce’s pain that concerned Estre. It was the fact that he was too loud. If she just walked
away and left Bryce like this, it would seem awfully cold. So, she turned to negotiate with Jason.
Jason snorted coldly, “Your mess, but you’re asking me?”
Estre was ready to throw hands. It was just a massage. What had she done wrong? Did massage
parlors exist only for men’s pleasure?
Still, he had just admitted he’d never been so carefree outside, never letting others touch him. She
didn’t know what to say to that.
And who would have thought Jason was such a prude?
After a moment, Estre said, “Fine, if you go to the massage parlor, I won’t say a word.”
She didn’t really want to agree to this because she never bothered him about where he went. She just
got a foot soak and a massage, and he was acting like it was a crime.
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If she ever really stepped out on him, all hell would break loose.
Jason’s cold reply was, “I’m not as open-minded as you are, and certainly not as disloyal.” Estre
burst outughing. “Okay, okay, so I’m disloyal. You, on the other hand, are the paragon of loyalty.
Shall I give you a trophy for that?”
After a bit of back and forth, Estre thought she saw Jason’s game. Crossing her arms over her chest,
she said, “From now on, I’ll keep to myself. I won’t sneak looks at other men, won’t flirt with pretty boys
or male models, won’t let male masseurs touch me. Happy now?”
It all boiled down to him wanting her to draw a line in the sand. If it made him happy, she’d draw as
many lines as he wanted.
After Estre finished, Jason gestured to the suited manager. “Sean, bring paper and a pen.”
Sean, quick to obey, brought the items posthaste.
Jason gestured to Estre with a nod of his chin toward the paper and pen. “Write down your
promises.”
Estre felt like she was back in school being told to write lines. She stared at Jason, who looked like
he wouldn’t hesitate to make Bryce’s life hell if she didn’tply. So, she
unfolded her arms and walked over. “Fine, I’ll write it.”
It was all childish to her. They were adults. Who took this stuff seriously?
After scribbling her promise not to visit the massage parlor, Estre handed the paper to Jason, who
said, “Add ‘no pretty boys, no male model masseurs.”
Gritting her teeth, Estre borated her pledge, even adding a few extra lines of fidelity.
Jason seemed satisfied with her sincerity and had someone bring over an ink pad for her to sign and
stamp it. Jesse watched her with pity. Jason became more and more of an enigma. It seemed like he
was starting to care about Estre. The disy was unmistakably one of jealousy.
Jason pocketed Estre’s written promises and gave the manager a cue. The masseurs stopped their
work on Bryce.
When they stopped, Bryce cried out even more pitifully, reaching out for Estre. It was as if Bryce was
cursed, always at the mercy of his brother. He was convinced that if you split Jason’s heart open, it
would be pitch ck.
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Bryce’s agony was soothed only slightly when Estre gave his hand aforting
squeeze. But then Jason shot him a look that made Bryce withdraw his hand as if it was on fire.
After the manager and masseurs left, Bryce stilly sobbing on the massage bed, looking like he’d just
been through the wringer.
Jesse, ever the sympathetic soul, said, “Bryce, can you get up? I’ll take
you home.”
Bryce sniffled, “I’ll try.” But as he attempted to stand, his strength failed him, and he copsed to the
floor with a thud.
Estre and Jesse frowned, moving to help Bryce up, but Jason warned coldly, “Estre, touch him and
see what happens.”
Hearing Jason’s threat, Bryce quickly grabbed onto Jesse. “Estre, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
But inside, he was seething. “Damn you, Jason. The moment you’re not around, I’m going to lean on
E, hug E, and hell, share a bed with E.”
As Estre faced Jason’s intimidation, she turned and kicked him. Jason was unfazed, grabbing her by
the nape of the neck. “You’ll pay for thister.” With a firm grip on Estre’s neck, he steered her
towards the exit.
“But I haven’t changed out of my uniform,” Estre protested.
“You’re brave enough to walk into a massage parlor, but afraid someone might see you in the uniform?”
Jason countered. His tone wasced with sarcasm.
Estre fell silent.
Bryce watched with trembling legs as Jason escorted Estre away, wondering if she would ever have
the courage to return to the massage parlor, or if she’d ever want another massage. As for himself, he
was certain – he wouldn’t daree back, and wouldn’t want massage again.
Momentster, after Jason had ushered Estre into the passenger seat of the car, Jesse helped Bryce
down and exchanged a brief greeting with Estre. Then, Jesse drove off with Bryce first.
As soon as Jesse’s car roared to life, Bryce unleashed a string of curses. “Jason, screw him, his
granddad and everyone in his family. When he’s not around, I’m going to set my E with another guy,
just to spite him.”
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Jesse, with her hands firmly on the steering wheel, and her short hair fluttering in the breeze that
whistled through the window, chuckled. “But isn’t his granddad also your granddad? His family, your
family?” Then she added, “As long as you have the guts to stir thè pot, I’ve got your back.”
Bryce was fuming and wanted to continue his rant, but then it dawned on him that he’d only be insulting
his own family, so he gave up resigning himself to his misery and started toin about his pain
again.
In the back of the jous Mavbach Estre hoted Jason’s stern demeanor, even after
having put Bryce in his ce and securing her written promise. “You’ve won, so why the sad face?” she
asked.