Uncle Kelvin, I'm Your Nephew's Girlfriend

Julie had two part-time jobs. One was a French tutor to a junior high school student, and the other was a waitress in a restaurant.

After catching some rest, she passed by a convenience store and bought a sandwich and milk before getting on a bus to her tutoring job.

By the time she left the student's home, it was already five in the afternoon, drawing her close to getting late for her next job.

Her student was having difficulty with the language, and she felt kind of bad since the kid was so frustrated about it, so she stuck around for a bit. Besides, extra hours meant more cash.

Julie drank a whole bottle of water and hurried to the restaurant by subway. Arriving just in the nick of time, she rushedly walked inside, not recognizing the car she had just passed.

Jimmy stepped out of the car as soon as she disappeared into the restaurant and opened the back passenger's door for Kelvin and another person.

Meanwhile, Julie started her shift by changing into their service uniform and meticulously tied her hair, revealing her adorable heart-shaped face.

As Julie moved along with her fellow servers, she carried a fish platter into a VIP room. The male guest couldn't resist throwing her a second look when she walked in. She had a pretty distinctive appeal that made her stand out among her colleagues.

However, the enormous platter she was carrying drew her even more attention. It appeared heavier than her slim figure, making them feel sorry for her.

The men instructed other servers to serve the remaining dish, concerned that Julie's arms might break if she did more, leaving Julie to pour wine for their table.

Julie froze when she finally noticed Kelvin as she went around with the bottle. He had a female companion by his side, dressed lovely and innocent while timidly nestling against his chest.

His face lit with pleasure, devoid of impatience, which seemed like she got him all wrong. It turned out that he preferred good girls like this.

Julie felt a little annoyed, but she continued doing her job. She poured the wine for everyone around the table and almost got harassed by a man. Fortunately, Julie dodged him quickly before things turned ugly.

Kelvin was the last guest she had to serve at this table. But when she was about to pour him a drink, he flipped his wine glass and coldly said, "I don't drink."

Mortified, Julie didn't know what to do with the bottle. It was his habitual rude gesture, and she should have been used to it. But, somehow, it got under her skin this time.

On the other hand, Casey Davis, the girl next to him, seemed delighted about her shame.

Suddenly an itching sensation crept up Julie's thigh. Her body stiffened as she looked down and saw a man's slender fingers suggestively tracing her frame by her inner thigh all the way underneath her skirt.

Julie shuddered and tried to move away, but her shaky legs wouldn't budge.

"What's the matter with you, Kelvin? Who upset you?" Someone asked curiously, whom another seconded.

"Yeah, didn't you just drink the wine Miss Davis poured you not long ago? What's wrong now?"

The hand feeling Julie up finally stopped, making her breathe in relief.

Kelvin lightly caressed Casey's face as Julie moved away and said, "I'll drive her back later. So I should stop with one glass."

Casey's face turned slightly red, and she meekly looked away.

People at the table started nodding with a smirk.

"Oh... Then, we won't stand in the way of your glamorous night." Someone said, weaved with a strange nuance.

"Then, wouldn't a bit more wine make your night even better?" Another added which someone topped it with an edgier note.

"Oh, stop it. How will Casey stand it if Kelvin gets drunk tonight? Don't you know what he's like when he gets crazy?"

Casey flushed and buried herself into Kelvin's arms, making the men at the table laugh.

After refilling a guest's glass at the other side of the table, Julie unwantedly recalled something with their comments. She didn't know what Kelvin was like when he was drunk, but she definitely knew what he was when his screws were loose.

She could still feel that dull pain in her body. It was a struggle fighting against the aftermath the entire day. Julie almost thought he broke her waist and thighs in.

"I'm going to smoke, be right back," Kelvin suddenly said, drawing her thoughts back to the present.

He stood up, patting Casey on the shoulder, and left. Though unwilling to be separated from him, Casey smiled and watched him leave the room with loving eyes.

A few moments later, Julie's phone vibrated in her pocket. She let another minute pass before sneaking a look at her notification.

It was a short text message.

[come out.]

Julie subtly heaved a breath and calmly turned off her phone. She carefully refilled the wine for everyone at the table and quietly left.

Outside, Jimmy was patiently waiting for her. As soon as he saw Julie, he gave her a polite nod and relayed his boss's words.

"Miss Jones, Mr. Williams is waiting in room number six," he said, akin to a whisper.

Julie handed him the empty bottle and headed to room six. It didn't take long, and she found herself in front of the room, contemplating the right time she should go in. She had a feeling something terrible might soon happen.

Nevertheless, Julie pushed the door open, which revealed a solemn Kelvin, smoking while leaning against the window before her eyes.

When his gaze panned toward her, Kelvin's eyes narrowed in scrutiny after getting a better look at her uniform.

The skirt was a little short, about six inches above the knee. Kelvin thought of the strapless black dress she was wearing last night, and a sense of vague agitation filled his gut.

"Part-time job?" His voice sounded like thunder as he casually asked, vaguely remembering that she hadn't graduated yet.

Julie nodded and replied, "Yeah, part-time."

"Short of money?" He frowned and dusted off the ash.

Julie lopsidedly smiled. "I don't think anyone would be working on this job if they weren't low on cash?"

Kelvin casually put out his cigarette and said, "I've never treated you badly, have I?"

"Guess I'm very short of money then," Julie replied, stretching the word very intentionally.

"How much salary do you get here?" Kelvin interrogated, looking at her with peering eyes.

"Eighty dollars a day," she said frankly, driving Kelvin mad.

Her answer took him aback that he didn't know what to do about it. Barely keeping his composure together, he flashed a berating smile, took out his wallet, and then threw all the cash inside at Julie.

"Quit it," he growled.

Julie knelt and picked up the bills one by one, but she didn't bring up the subject of her resignation.

During her most challenging times, these eighty dollars a day kept her away from starving to death in the streets. She couldn't step away from it just like that.

Living in the red every day all these years made her believe that no matter what, she had to leave a backdoor open for herself.

"Come here," Kelvin beckoned, and Julie quietly walked over.

Kelvin grabbed her jaw and then wiped the lipstick on her soft lips with his thumb.

"Don't use lipstick in the future," he ordered, and Julie gently nodded to him in response.

A momentary silence breezed between Kelvin and Julie as their gazes slowly ignited the fire at their depths. He leaned on her and gave her a peck on the corner of her lips.

Julie kissed him back and flipped his switch, making him pick her up eagerly and sit her on the table.

Kelvin rolled up her miniskirt and nudged her to lift her soft legs.