Master of Lust-Chapter 270 - -

Chapter - 270

As soon as Sharon left, the door clicked shut, and the room fell into a brief silence. Rick, still lounging with a half-empty bottle of beer in hand, glanced over at Jemimah. Her cheeks were a little flushed—whether from the excitement or the few sips of beer she had earlier, her slightly unsteady walk gave away that she was a bit tipsy.

Jemimah stumbled slightly, a playful smile on her lips. "You know," she began, her words slightly slurred, "we should’ve asked Sharon to stay for dinner. She seems nice."

She trailed off for a moment, then turned toward Rick, her eyes focused on him.

"What do you feel like eating, Rick?" She tilted her head, genuinely waiting for his response.

"Maybe if I can make something nice and quick, we could take it to your father at the hospital," she suggested, her voice hopeful.

"You know, some homemade food could cheer him up. It would be nice for him."

Rick took a sip of his beer, savouring the cold bitterness. Rick’s grip on his beer tightened, a flicker of irritation rising inside him at the mention of his father.

He suppressed it, with a forced smile, he said, "I don’t think the hospital will allow visitors this late." His tone was calm, but inside, he was annoyed. The last thing he wanted was to cater to his father right now.

"And they probably won’t accept outside food either," he added, shaking his head slightly. "You shouldn’t worry too much about him."

Jemimah nodded, though she still seemed a bit unsure. Rick took another sip of his beer, glancing at her as she hovered near the kitchen. "Besides," he continued, his tone softening a bit, "it’s already late. Even if you start cooking now, it’ll take time. I don’t want you stressing over it."

He set the beer down, flashing her a relaxed smile. "Why don’t we just go to a nice restaurant instead? It’ll save you the trouble." He raised an eyebrow, gauging her reaction, hoping to steer the evening away from thoughts of his father.

Rick leaned back in his chair, watching as Jemimah still seemed caught between her thoughts. He finished his beer with a gulp and then stood up.

"Hey," he said, catching her attention. "Why don’t you get ready? Put on something nice and fancy. We’ll go out for dinner instead."

Jemimah blinked, a bit surprised at his suggestion, but a smile soon appeared on her face. "Fancy, huh?" she teased, her mood visibly brightening.

"Yeah, something special," Rick grinned. "I’ll take care of the reservation and get us a taxi in the meantime. No need to worry about cooking tonight."

Jemimah’s eyes lit up as she nodded, excitement bubbling through her. She quickly hurried toward the bedroom to prepare herself, leaving Rick to grab his phone and start arranging their evening out.

After some moments Jemimah stepped out of the hallway, wearing a stunning deep red dress that flowed gracefully as she moved. The dress hugged her curves. Her hair, still slightly tousled but styled just enough, framed her face beautifully, and the way she smiled—soft, innocent, yet with a hint of excitement—made Rick’s heart race.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Rick, clearly pleased with her choice of outfit, and her lips curved into a playful grin as she noticed his reaction. "How do I look?" she asked, twirling a little.

Rick’s gaze was glued to her, his eyes slowly moving over her from head to toe. The way the dress draped over her body, the way it emphasized her figure—it made his pulse quicken. He couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked, her smile was radiant, full of warmth.

"You look..." Rick’s voice trailed off, unable to find the right words for a moment. Then, with a sly grin, he continued, "...absolutely perfect."

Without another word, Rick stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. His hand slid around her waist as he pulled her gently toward him. The heat between them intensified as their faces drew nearer, the electricity in the air undeniable. He tilted his head and placed a hot, steamy kiss on her lips, his hands tightening around her waist as he pressed her body against his.

Jemimah responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck as she leaned into the kiss. It was passionate and fiery, their lips moving together with an intensity that sent sparks through Rick’s body. Her soft sighs melted into the kiss, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.

Just as they were lost in each other, the sound of a car horn outside snapped them back to reality. The taxi had arrived, its honking breaking the magical moment. They pulled apart, their breaths ragged, both of them smiling sheepishly at each other.

As the taxi pulled away from the house, Rick leaned back in his seat, sneaking a glance at Jemimah beside him. She looked even more radiant under the passing streetlights, her eyes sparkling with excitement, though a hint of shyness still lingered.

The dim glow of the car’s interior accentuated the delicate curves of her legs, exposed just slightly under the hem of her dress. Unable to resist the urge, Rick slid closer to her, his hand gently resting on her thigh.

Jemimah tensed up slightly, her face flushing red as she glanced at him with a shy smile. She playfully brushed his hand away. "Rick..." she whispered, trying to keep her voice low. "Not here..."

Rick smirked, leaning in closer, his lips hovering near her ear. "Come on,. Just a quick kiss," he teased, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, his hand sliding back to her thigh.

Jemimah’s blush deepened, but she gently nudged him again, giggling nervously. "Stop... not here," she insisted, with shy hesitation.

But before Rick could press further, a loud grunt from the front of the car caught his attention. He glanced up and saw the taxi driver’s eyes fixed on them through the rear-view mirror, his brows furrowed in disapproval.

Rick raised an eyebrow, annoyed by the interruption. "What? You don’t have the concept of privacy?" he asked in a sharp tone.

The taxi driver huffed, his eyes briefly meeting Rick’s in the mirror. "Listen, I ain’t no pervert or prude," he grumbled. "But you two don’t have the right to make my car dirty. And besides," he glanced at Jemimah in the mirror, "the girl doesn’t seem too comfortable with what you’re doing, anyway."

Jemimah quickly shook her head, embarrassed, her voice soft but hurried. "It’s not like that," she insisted, glancing at Rick with an apologetic look.

Rick opened his mouth to retort, but the driver cut him off, "I don’t want to argue about it."

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Rick leaned back in his seat, annoyed. Jemimah, on turned her gaze out the window, her fingers lightly brushing against Rick’s hand.

The city lights flickered by as they made their way toward the restaurant, the atmosphere between them settling back into calmness.

Rick and Jemimah’s taxi pulled up to the front of **La Fleur Étoilée**, a high-class, luxurious restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The restaurant’s exterior was grand, with tall, arched windows glowing warmly from within, casting golden light across the manicured garden at the entrance. Delicate chandeliers could be seen through the glass, their soft glimmer adding an air of opulence to the atmosphere.

Jemimah stepped out of the taxi and paused for a moment, her eyes wide as she took in the grandeur of the place. The valet greeted them with a polite nod, and as they passed through the tall, intricately designed glass doors, they entered a world of elegance.

The floor was polished marble, reflecting the soft lights above, while gentle music played in the background—a live pianist, his fingers dancing effortlessly across the keys. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, and the tables were set with fine silverware and delicate white linens.

Couples and well-dressed patrons chatted quietly at their tables, the clinking of glasses and murmurs of conversation filling the room. The air was fragrant with the scent of exquisite food and fresh flowers.

Jemimah, still in awe, gently nudged Rick and whispered, "Rick... this place... it’s too much! You didn’t need to go through all of this. It wasn’t necessary."

Rick smiled at her, his gaze soft and filled with affection. "Necessary?" he repeated with a playful glint in his eye. "For you, Jemimah, nothing is too much. When I’m with you, the cost and luxury don’t matter. I just want to spoil you... because you’re worth it."

Jemimah blushed slightly, her lips curling into a smile, unable to hide her delight at his words. He took her hand gently, guiding her to the reception desk.

The maître d’, dressed in a sleek black suit, greeted them with a warm smile. "Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?"

Rick nodded. "Yes, under Rick Smith."

The maître d’ checked the reservation list and nodded politely. "Right this way, Mr. Smith."

Rick led Jemimah through the beautifully lit dining room, each step feeling like they were walking into a dream. As they reached their reserved table, Rick pulled out the chair for her, and she sat down, still dazzled by the splendour of the restaurant.

"See?" Rick said, leaning in with a grin. "told you. Only the best for you."

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