SINGLE MOM.

chapter 7's

...Author point of view....

Jessie woke up from her sleep, it was morning, although not too early, at least Jessie was grateful, she was not late to wake up today. Even if he sleeps in a hotel. Which is really very comfortable to live in.

Jessie immediately rushed off and prepared. After he finished, he immediately walked out, before he took the time to call with Lauryn and Lita. Showing their faces both.

This is one of the benefits of advanced technology. Jessie was grateful for that. Jessie kept her phone back. Then he rushed out. When he got outside, Jessie was surprised by the arrival of a tall man, whom he had just met yesterday. Troy.

“Do you want to come here?” jessie asked directly, reluctant to get stale. Troy chuckled for a moment. He showed me the car keys in his hand.

“I now work in the kitchen too. You have to deliver food to the address. Because Mr. Bechkam wants his food to be delivered to home.” Troy told a lie. Jessie opened her voice, wanting to dodge and balk after Troy explained.

“You think I care? This has nothing to do with me. I don't work as a food deliveryman!” sniffed Jessie sharp. Troy chuckled, the woman in front of him was extremely haughty.

“You think staying at this hotel is free? Of course not.” Troy said as if knowing that Jessie settled here last night for free.

“I work in the kitchen! Not delivering food!” jessie firmly while raising her index finger in front of Troy's chest.

Troy sniffed his shoulders indifferently, as his hand wanted to grab Jessie's wrist, quickly the woman got her hand out of Troy's reach.

“Do not dare touch me.” hiss Jessie was upset, she immediately left Troy still standing in front of Jessie's room door. Troy breathed his breath rough.

Jessie stepped into the kitchen a little hastily, sometimes she looked back, but it was a long way from the man, but Jessie was still worried. When she reached the kitchen, Jessie breathed a sigh of relief.

“How?” jessie asked directly, everything is working. Unfortunately when Jessie asked, there was only one person who would answer.

“Still on execute mistress.” Jessie nodded understandably, she glanced at her watch, it was only eight in the morning, she was not too late.

Miracle suddenly came, on the doorstep of concrete, Jessie who almost wanted to stir the dough became stuck. Jessie frowned, looking at Miracle's pale face.

“What's Mira? Why is your face so pale?” jessie asked directly, approaching and approaching in front of Miracle. Miracle shook her head weakly.

“Mistress, I'm supposed to deliver the food that's been packed. But my stomach is really hot. I'm confused now, what to do.” anxious Miracle worried. Jessie put her eyebrows together.

“What should you? In a hotel this big? You're the only one who should drive him?” jessie asked, not understanding, and curious. Miracle became nervous instantly.

“Yes mistress. I'm the head of the kitchen, this time they want me to drive him. The Beckham family is very meritorious in the kitchen of this hotel mistress. I don't feel good about sending strangers from here.” explained Miracle. Jessie who saw that pin became biting her lower lip.

“Then how? Can I replace you?” jessie asked reflexively, according to her instinct. Right at that very instant, Miracle immediately nodded quickly.

“S-hotel driver will take you.” said Miracle forgot, will the task he should have done.

“No.” this baritone voice makes the whole turn to the doorway. Automatically everything bends its head at a glance. Including Miracle.

“I'll drop off Mrs. Jessie, the Beckham family is very close to me. It would be very disrespectful if he was the only one who drove him.” Troy explained so that everyone did not suspect. And went according to his plan.

Miracle nodded obediently, “Of course Sir. Thank you for your generosity.” Miracle said thank you. Jessie and Troy finally came out of the room. With Troy walking first.

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Troy and Jessie were actually delivering the food. Jessie sits behind the wheel, knowing that Troy's sour face is in front, proving how upset the man is with her.

Jessie was not wrong, he just wanted to keep his distance from Troy. And it should be.

There are several ready-made donut packs, Troy flicked his car in front of a black house fence that towered the timggi. Jessie took down two plastic bags, she carried them in her hand.

“You don't have to do that. Those who will take him.” Troy said as he put sunglasses on his eyes.

Jessie pinched her lips, she put the plastic back in the car.

“I don't want you to get lost.”

Jessie glanced at his wrist that Troy was holding, knowing it was wrong. But for some reason, Troy's hand was very comfortable.

Jessie and Troy entered the courtyard of the mansion. Troy takes Jessie up the main stairs. Troy also rang the bell, until the host opened the door.

“Welcome Troy.” Troy hugs the man, whom Jessie thinks is Mr. Beckham. What makes Jessie have to turn her face to the side is when Troy does not let go of their grasp at all.

“Err.” grumbled Jessie, when his hand wanted to let go, instead Troy was holding it firmly. Troy just hugged Mr. Beckham with one free hand.

“Please enter, Mr. Troy, and..”.

“Jessie.” Jessie forcibly removed her hand from Troy, she extended her hand to shake. Troy glares at him. Until the department is back.

Jessie and Troy are invited to enter, Jessie is not stunned by the look of this magnificent house. Because he was raised in a place where everything was fulfilled.

Given that, Jessie misses her mother. His family. Ah, but Jessie shouldn't miss them. They have thrown themselves away, which is called the 'family disgrace'. Even his famous socialite mother, still often go anywhere with media coverage today.

“You why?” looking at the dreamy Jessie, Troy asked beside her. Jessie shook her head, she looked straight at him.

“How's your wife doing?” jessie asked him to start a conversation, I don't know where Mr. Beckham went. They are definitely only two here.

“Ehm.” Mr. Beckham suddenly came, making Troy can breathe a sigh of relief, Jessie also turned her eyes, unlike earlier, who was waiting for an answer from Troy.

...Author point of view....