Anirudh didn't even acknowledge the man's stunned expression. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the mature woman in front of him. He held her tight, her full chest pressing warmly against his own. The soft sensation of her body stirred something deep inside him—rekindling a fire that had briefly been doused by the interruption on the train. But no—he quickly pushed it down. This was his aunt, for heaven's sake. Though they weren't related by blood, she was still the person he cared about most in the world, second only to his grandfather. How could he even think such things?
Fighting to control the storm of emotions inside him, Anirudh looked at her—really looked at her—and felt his heart squeeze. He was growing older, but it seemed like time hadn't touched her at all. She was still just as radiant, just as breathtaking. If anything, she was even more stunning now. There wasn't a single trace of age on her face.
"My sweet boy, I know. Auntie missed you too..." Eleanor's voice was soft, her eyes shimmering with emotion. The woman who drove a Lamborghini Reventón, who ruled the sprawling Fenty empire, and who was widely known as the wealthiest woman in Chicago, was standing here on the verge of tears because her nephew had said, "Auntie, I missed you."
If anyone saw this, they wouldn't believe their eyes!
The man standing nearby could only gape at the scene. How could this beautiful woman, who looked no older than twenty, possibly be this kid's aunt? Could she be some lovechild of his grandfather's secret affair?
"Come on, Anirudh, let's get you home..." Eleanor realized they were starting to attract attention with her tears. Wiping them away quickly, she took Anirudh's hand and pulled him into the sleek sports car.
The engine roared to life, leaving the confused man standing there, staring after them in disbelief.
"How's Grandpa holding up?" Eleanor asked, her voice soft but full of warmth, her eyes occasionally drifting to Anirudh as she drove.
"He's hanging in there…" Anirudh replied with a casual shrug, the initial excitement now settling down.
He might refer to his grandfather as 'the old guy,' but deep down, he loved him dearly—just like he cherished this elegant aunt beside him.
"Well, if he's hanging in there, then there's nothing to worry about," Eleanor chuckled. "This time, you'll be staying in Chicago for a while. I've already spoken to the dean of Chicago Business School and got you enrolled in the Business Administration program. After a few days' rest, you can start classes."
"Why Business Administration?" Anirudh had expected to study, but he hadn't given much thought to which program. Since Auntie had taken care of it, he'd go along with her decision. Still, he couldn't help but wonder why she picked that.
"Because the Business Administration department has tons of beautiful girls…"
Anirudh blinked in disbelief. Of all the reasons to choose a major, this was what she came up with? Most parents and guardians were meticulous about their children's education, but his aunt was picking programs based on their dating potential? Was she actually encouraging him to go flirt with girls?
But...now that he thought about it, that didn't seem like such a bad idea.
"What's wrong, Anirudh? You're not happy? I seem to remember that when you were younger, you told Auntie that you'd marry eight wives when you grew up. Well, the Business Administration department at Chicago Business School is full of beautiful girls. I'm just helping you get a head start…" Eleanor teased, laughing at the sight of Anirudh blushing. How cute, her nephew actually getting shy!
The Chicago train station is located in the northern part of the city, while Eleanor's residence is nestled in the affluent southern district. As the Lamborghini glided onto the highway, their conversation made the journey seem to pass in no time. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination.
Stepping out of the car, Anirudh didn't have a moment to admire the villa's exterior before Eleanor quickly tugged him inside.
"Come on, let me show you to your room," Eleanor said as she guided him up the stairs. The villa was a cozy three-story structure. The first floor housed a spacious living room, a kitchen, and a small room for the maid. On the second floor, there were three bedrooms, and the third floor boasted a study and a charming rooftop garden.
Eleanor pulled Anirudh up to the second floor. The first room near the stairs was unoccupied, followed by a small lounge. Walking further down the hall, they reached two opposite-facing rooms. The door to the right was wide open, revealing a massive, plush bed. The room was tastefully decorated, with an air of elegance, and a soft, inviting fragrance lingered in the space.
"This is my room... Now, let's take a look at yours. I hope you're happy with how Auntie set it up for you," Eleanor said as she gestured toward her own room and then gently opened the door to Anirudh's.
Anirudh looked inside and couldn't believe his eyes. The room was enormous—at least 60 square meters. In the center stood a massive circular bed, large enough for seven or eight people. To the left was a grand wooden wardrobe, and to the right, a set of floor-to-ceiling doors led out to a small balcony adorned with flowers and greenery.
The room was also carpeted, and a private bathroom was attached, equally spacious. It boasted a whirlpool massage tub, and the entire bathroom was partitioned with frosted glass, allowing for the faint silhouette of anyone showering inside to be seen.
Anirudh's eyes filled with tears. The room's layout mirrored the dream bedroom he had described as a child.
Back then, he was only about five, while Aunt Eleanor was twelve. Growing up in the countryside where space was limited, they had shared a tiny, stifling room. During hot summers, it became unbearably stuffy. He had once told her, "When I grow up, I'm going to build a huge house, with a bedroom so big, and I'll have a giant round bed..."
It was nothing more than the innocent dream of a child, something he had long forgotten. But Aunt Eleanor had remembered every single word. How could he not be deeply moved?
"Well, what do you think? Are you happy with it?" Eleanor asked with a warm smile, completely unaware of the tears brimming in Anirudh's eyes.
"Auntie..." Anirudh spun around abruptly, enveloping Eleanor in a tender embrace. As he felt the full, soft warmth of her bosom, a novel sense of warmth suffused his very being.
Eleanor was taken aback by the sudden embrace, and the sorrow she sensed in Anirudh left her even more astounded.
"What's the matter, my dear one?"
"Auntie, I'm grateful, for remembering..." Anirudh choked back the tears welling in his eyes, his voice thick with emotion.
Eleanor exhaled in relief, realizing it was a moment of sentimentality, not distress.
"You silly boy, your concerns are Auntie's concerns, of course I remember. Now, enough of this blubbering, you're a grown man. First things first, take a bath, and I'll change into something more comfortable. Later, I'll treat you to a delightful meal..." With a loving pat on Anirudh's head, Eleanor spoke in a gentle tone, then turned and made her way to her room, shedding her blazer as she went, casting it onto the bed with a nonchalant flick.
Beneath her blazer, she wore a sheer white blouse, which revealed the black bra strap as the blazer came off. As she pivoted, the silhouette of her black lingerie was briefly visible.
Unaware or uncaring of Anirudh's presence, Eleanor deftly unfastened the buttons of her blouse and, in one fluid motion, removed it, standing before him in a candid display of intimacy.
As the black lace lingerie came into view, the intricate patterns wove a tapestry of beauty, yet the curves they adorned were the true masterpiece. Her skin, a canvas of alabaster, seemed untouched by the years, maintaining the freshness of youth, while her figure defied the modesty of her age, boasting a grandeur that rivaled the most exquisite of sculptures.
Anirudh's gaze was inevitably drawn to the spectacle, his throat responding with an involuntary swallow, a testament to the power of Eleanor's allure.
With a nonchalance that belied the gravity of the moment, Eleanor shed her black skirt, standing before Anirudh in a tableau of long, sleek thighs encased in sheer black stockings, a vision that would test the resolve of even the most steadfast of men. Her form was a study in contrasts: the fullness of her bosom, the tautness of her abdomen, the length and roundness of her limbs, all culminating in a derriere that seemed to defy gravity.
"Eh, what are you still standing there for? Why haven't you gone to take a bath yet? Don't tell me you need Auntie to help you wash?" Eleanor's voice broke the spell, her realization of Anirudh's fixation leading her to pivot, presenting a view that was both breathtaking and unapologetic.
Her breasts, full to the point of overflowing, were now in their entirety before Anirudh's eyes. The black lace struggled to contain their magnificence, the fabric straining to hold the expanse of ivory skin, creating a cleft so deep it could capture more than just a glance, a fissure that was the stuff of legends.
The lace of her undergarments was a sheer veil, and as she pivoted, Anirudh's sharp vision penetrated the fabric, revealing the faintest hint of the mysteries that lay beneath...
A surge of feral desire coursed through Anirudh, a yearning to cast aside all restraint...
The playful taunt from Eleanor, "Don't tell me you need Auntie to help you wash?" ignited a fire within him, a blaze of untamed passion...
It was a moment of sheer bliss...
With a bashful dip of his head, he spoke in a voice tinged with longing:
"Indeed, Auntie, it has been an eternity since you've tended to my bath, and I find myself longing for your touch once more..."