The late afternoon sun spilled through the blinds of Jun’s tiny apartment in Singapore, casting golden streaks across the cluttered bedroom. Jun stood over his suitcase, a half-hearted mess of crumpled shirts and mismatched socks, his mind far from the task at hand. Instead, it wandered to Angeline—Nicole’s mother—whose curvaceous figure had haunted his thoughts for weeks. Those thick thighs, the way they seemed to command every room she entered, were a dangerous distraction. He tossed in a pair of sleek black briefs, a smirk tugging at his lips. *Maybe she’ll notice,* he thought, though the idea of Angeline even glancing his way felt like a fever dream.
The door swung open with a dramatic thud, and Nicole stormed in, her sharp eyes scanning the chaos of his packing. “Oi, Jun, you blur sotong or what? This suitcase looks like a pasar malam stall after a storm!” she barked, hands on her hips, her tone equal parts exasperation and amusement.
Jun chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Eh, relax lah, I got this. It’s just clothes, not a national exam.”
Nicole rolled her eyes, shoving him aside with a playful nudge. “Move over, hopeless boy. I’ll fold everything before you end up wearing your underwear as a hat.” Her fingers moved with military precision, transforming his mess into neat stacks in seconds. She was a force of nature, always in control, and Jun couldn’t help but admire her take-charge attitude—even if it left him feeling like a bumbling sidekick.
As she worked, Jun leaned against the bedframe, trying to sound casual. “So, uh, your mum excited for the Hong Kong trip? She’s joining us, right?”
Nicole’s hands paused mid-fold, and she shot him a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Why? You wanna know if she’s packing her cheongsam or what? Don’t get any funny ideas, Jun. My mum’s not some auntie you can charm with your kampong boy smile.”
Jun laughed, waving a hand dismissively, though his heart skipped a beat. “No lah, just asking! I mean, it’s a family trip, right? Gotta make sure everyone’s happy.”
Nicole snorted, folding a shirt with a sharp snap. “Happy? With my mum, you better pray she doesn’t whack you upside down if you’re late by one second. And don’t think I don’t see that look in your eye. Keep your fantasies to yourself, or I’ll make sure you’re sleeping on the airport floor.”
Jun grinned, but inside, his pulse raced. He could already picture Angeline’s stern glare, those dark eyes piercing through him like a blade. Yet, in the recesses of his mind, that glare softened into something else—something warmer, more inviting. He shook the thought away, knowing full well she’d sooner slap him than spare him a kind word.
Just then, Nicole’s phone buzzed on the bed, and she snatched it up. “It’s Mum. Probably gonna nag about the flight again.” She answered with a curt, “Yes, Ma?” and Jun couldn’t help but strain his ears to catch Angeline’s voice on the other end. Even through the speaker, her tone was sharp as a whip, barking orders about punctuality like a drill sergeant. “Don’t you dare be late, Nicole. I’m not waiting for anyone. And make sure that boy doesn’t drag his feet either!”
Jun’s lips twitched into a smile. That commanding voice—it sent a shiver down his spine, equal parts intimidating and thrilling. He cleared his throat, trying to sound helpful. “Hey, Nic, if there’s any last-minute stuff for the trip, I can help. You know, book cabs, check flights, whatever your mum needs.”
Nicole turned to him, one eyebrow arched, her expression dripping with skepticism. “Wah, so eager, ah? Try-hard lah, Jun. My mum doesn’t need your heroics. She’s got everything planned down to the last second.”
Before he could protest, she thrust the phone into his hand. “Here, she’s asking about the hotel booking. Talk to her yourself, since you’re so keen.”
Jun’s stomach did a flip as he took the phone, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke. “Uh, hi, Mdm Angeline, it’s Jun. About the hotel, I think it’s all confirmed, but, uh, I can double-check if you—”
“Don’t waste my time, boy,” Angeline cut him off, her voice icy enough to freeze the line. “Just make sure it’s done. I don’t have patience for nonsense.” The call ended with a click, leaving Jun staring at the phone, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Nicole burst into laughter, snatching the phone back. “Wah, kena scolding already! Better watch out, Jun. My mum doesn’t play.”
Jun forced a grin, rubbing the back of his neck, but Angeline’s voice lingered in his mind like a forbidden melody. That sharp, no-nonsense tone—it scared him as much as it stirred something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name.
Later, as Nicole stepped out to grab some water, Jun found himself alone in the room. His eyes drifted to a family photo on her desk—a candid shot from some past event. Angeline stood front and center, her figure commanding even in a still image, clad in a tight dress that hugged every curve. His breath hitched as he leaned closer, a guilty thrill coursing through him. *Just a quick look,* he told himself, though his heart pounded with the risk of it.
“Oi! What you staring at, pervy uncle?” Nicole’s voice sliced through the silence as she reentered, smacking his arm hard enough to make him yelp.
Jun jumped back, laughing nervously. “Eh, relax lah! Just admiring the family genes, you know. Good looks run in the blood.”
Nicole narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms like a schoolteacher about to dish out detention. “Better keep those eyes on me and not my mum during this trip, you hear? I’m watching you, Jun. One wrong move, and you’re done for.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender, but the warning in her tone was real enough to make him sweat. Still, as they finished packing, his mind raced with ideas—ways to get closer to Angeline in Hong Kong, to chip away at that icy demeanor. It was a fortress, no doubt, but he couldn’t resist the challenge.
“Come on, let’s grab dinner,” Nicole ordered, dragging him toward the door. “I’m the big boss here, so we’re eating at my favorite hawker stall. No arguments, ah.”
Jun nodded, playing along, but his thoughts were elsewhere. As they stepped out into the humid Singapore night, he was already plotting his next move, knowing full well the danger of the game he was about to play.
That night, back in bed, Nicole’s soft snores filled the room as Jun lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His mind painted vivid pictures—sneaking a glimpse of Angeline in a Hong Kong hotel room, the door ajar just enough to catch a forbidden view. The thrill of it consumed him, a wildfire he couldn’t extinguish, even as guilt gnawed at the edges of his desire. This trip, he knew, would be anything but ordinary.
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