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The nightmare didn't just fade after a day. Emra confirmed the drawing, calling it a prank, and I chalked up the nightmare and the page opening as a coincidence.
I once again went back to her place, with no sign of Mr. Kim, which wasn't surprising-he was always busy.
Then one day, Emra gave me some exciting news: her father was returning from a business trip.
He'd be taking a month off due to some company issues, and he was even considering switching jobs.
But that wasn't happening immediately.
He still had a few days left at work.
"Can you come for a sleepover? Please? We have three days off!" Emra pleaded.
It had been three weeks since that nightmare, and for the first time since then, I felt a rush of excitement about going back to her house.
The last time, it was just us and the maid.
But this time... I might get to see her father again.
And once more, the guilt from this forbidden feeling twisted in my stomach.
It was hard to decide between what was right and what I felt.
I'd never experienced enough love or care in my life to feel this way. Sometimes, what you crave the most is what needs to be healed within you.
I can't fully explain it, but for me, it was that void-feeling incomplete, unworthy, and unlovable.
Maybe I thought that earning Mr. Kim's attention could fix me, fill that gap, and help me feel beautiful, even in my own eyes.
"Why not? We haven't really spent much time together lately... with all the seminars and quizzes," I said, picking out the books I needed to get issued.
"And I hope you've got good movie plans," I added, lowering my voice as I mumbled the next part, "And I hope I won't be... disturbing anyone."
I couldn't stop the sly smirk that crept onto my face.Emra's eyes gleamed with mischief.
"I'm not sure who you mean, but my dad definitely won't mind," she teased.The librarian handed me my books with a warm smile, and with that, we left.
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I arrived at Emra's house just as the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the grand property.
The house loomed tall, with a classic touch, its large windows glowing faintly from within.
I felt a nervous energy building in my stomach as I made my way up the stone path.
The last time I was here, I'd managed to embarrass myself spectacularly, calling him a DILF without knowing he was just outside the door. My cheeks flushed at the memory, and I had to take a deep breath before knocking.
