Blackmailed by the Boy Next Door

"Aunt Ava, if you don't want me to tell the school about your son, you'd better cooperate."

My son's college classmate wrapped his arms around my waist.

He forcefully tried to lift my skirt.

I struggled continuously.

Yet an inexplicable fire ignited within me.

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I was bending over to clear the bowls and silverware from the coffee table when I suddenly felt a scorching gaze fixed on my back.

It was the sixth sense unique to a mature woman.

Sure enough, glancing from the corner of my eye, I saw Liam Evans, my best friend's son with his arm in a sling, staring intently at my backside.

Yesterday, my son had somehow gotten into a fight with Liam, and Liam's arm was injured.

Since Olivia was away on a business trip, I had kindly brought Liam home to take care of him.

I was currently wearing a nightgown, and my curvaceous figure was subtly visible beneath the thin fabric.

It exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

Liam's gaze was so intense it felt like he wanted to devour me, making my face flush instantly. My hands, busy with the dishes, stilled for a moment.

Why is this brat looking at me like that?

Having been single and lonely for so long, his intense stare, despite knowing he's my son's classmate, stirred something inside me.

I shook my head and hurriedly tried to stand up, but my body inexplicably went weak, and I nearly fell.

"Aunt Ava, are you okay?"

The next moment, a large hand steadied my rounded behind.

Liam had quickly stepped over and was holding me up from behind.

Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt that large hand give a slight squeeze.

My whole body trembled instantly, a tingling sensation spreading from that spot throughout my entire being.

"I-I'm fine..."

Remembering the thoughts I'd just had about him, my face flushed with embarrassment.

Liam's hand remained on my backside, his sturdy chest pressing close. "Aunt Ava, you're so... full. I could barely hold you."

His warm breath fanned across my face, making my cheeks burn even hotter.

His hand still didn't move from its place.

My body trembled more violently. Afraid he'd notice, I quickly scolded him in a flustered tone.

"Where is your hand? Move it away now."

Liam slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze meaningful as he looked at me.

"I thought Aunt Ava was enjoying it. Your whole body was shaking."

So this brat had noticed. I felt even more mortified. Grabbing the dishes, I fled to the kitchen like my life depended on it.

My name is Ava Laurent. I am an accompanying mother who spent a fortune to come here for my child's future education.

This caused conflict with my husband, and we are currently in the divorce cooling-off period.

Here, I met Olivia Anderson, another accompanying mother, and we became best friends.

Since the separation, I've been alone, with only cold adult toys to accompany me through lonely nights.