Scarlett rolled on her bed in her nightgown from side to side, unable to sleep for many long minutes. The face of the guy at the club was still vivid in her mind. She couldn't think of anything else except his handsome face and broad chest with those piercing fingers of his that explored her core.
"Dammit, I should have asked for his number at least," she muttered, biting her lower lip.When she finally started to doze off around 3 in the morning, she had a wet dream of the guy at the club with his hands wrapped around her and pounding her ass from behind. Her hand found its way into her pants, and she started fingering herself, moaning softly from her sleep, when someone knocked on her door, immediately waking her."Madam Scarlett.” The voice called. It was Charlotte, one of their maids at home."Yes, Charlotte, what is it?” She asked in a half-drowsy voice, her hand still in her pants, rubbing herself.“Madam, your mother is around; she's asking for your presence in the sitting room.”“Oh, when did she come back?” Scarlett asked silently."About 30 minutes ago, madam."Her mother initially told her earlier that week that she would introduce her to her new lover today, who would also end up becoming her stepdad.“Tell her I’ll be right with her."“Alright madam.” The maid responded before running off.Scarlett stretched out on the bed before hurriedly getting down from the bed to change. She sighed, trying to come to terms with the reality of having a stepdad—another old man in his fifties—to boss her around.“I just hope we get along.” She mumbled to herself.She took careful, expectant steps on the staircase as she heard her mom and the visitor giggling and talking below in low tones. She could make out one of the statements."She's so sweet.” Her mother said, talking about her.She cleared her throat before she finally came down. But she had not gotten the chance to take any extra steps before the sight of the man before her almost made her slump; she tripped and almost fell."Oh, take it easy, darling.” Her mother said, going over to stand near her with a hand on her shoulder."These stairs of ours are so slippery, Adrian.” Her mom remarked, casually turning to the visitor before she continued."Anyway, Scarlett, darling, I’ve got someone special to introduce to you. I told you about him some time ago, but finally, you’ll get to know yourselves today.""Meet Adrian Hartfield, the manager of Disco and Divas Club, my lover, and your soon-to-be stepfather." She said, beaming with smiles."Nice to meet you, Scarlett." The visitor said, extending his hand for a handshake.Scarlett had not taken his hand; she was too nonplussed to even lift a finger. She blinked repeatedly, half doubting if she had truly woken up or if she was perhaps still in a dream. Because the face of the man extending a hand to her was not that of a man in his 50s but a boy in his 20s, and not just any boy, but the same face of the guy in her dreams, the same guy she almost gave her V to at the club. Even his husky voice was still the same. Nothing changed. It was not a mistake; it was the same guy from the previous night. She continued to stare at him, expecting his face to light up in recognition, but it did not. The only look on his face was a mild glow, which meant she was being rude by not taking his hand. Or was he pretending? She gasped in disbelief."Scarlett, darling, can you hear me?”Vivian was calling and waving at Scarlett, who still stood transfixed, staring at Adrian, but still not responding or taking his extended hand for a shake.Vivian went closer to her and pinched her arm. This caused her to flinch, nudging her back to the present.“Yes..yes.” Scarlett stammered, her gaze going from Adrian to her mother and back again to Adrian."You're such a drowsy mess, darling; you must still have so much sleep in you," Vivian remarked, letting out an awkward laugh as she quickly threw an embarrassed glance at Adrian before turning to Scarlett again.“So I was telling you about my fiancé here and your soon-to-be stepdad. As I said, his name is Adrian, and we met at this club downtown, where he serves as the manager. And even…”“S… Sorry to interrupt, babe. Actually, my friend owns the place, so... you know, that's what’s giving me a pot to piss in, for the meantime, if you get what I mean.” Adrian quickly chirped in, looking a bit embarrassed.Vivian threw a dismissive wave at him. "Don't worry, honey; I totally understand. All that will be over soon after we get married. You deserve so much better.”“You know, that’s why I love you with all I’ve got,” Adrian said, blowing her some kisses. Vivian responded similarly, while Scarlett watched both of them with the same nonplussed stare. She couldn’t concentrate; inwardly, her mind was bubbling with too many questions. How did her mother find the same person who almost got her laid yesterday? And how did they get so close to the point of proposing marriage so early? How did she even connect with someone this hot? Like, how in the heavens did she do it? Where had she gone to shop for him?When she finally forced herself to open her mouth, the first words that could come out were:“How old are you?” Her full gaze was now on Adrian again.“Oh, you mean my age,” Adrian said with a smile and a palm on his chest. “Well, I’m 28.” He answered.“28?” Scarlett repeated, then slowly pointed at her mom before she continued.“Does it occur to you that the woman over there, the one you are about to wed, is actually 43 years of age?”Vivian threw a frustrated, mildly annoyed glance at Scarlett and tried speaking for Adrian, but he had already cut in, making a defense for himself."You see, Scarlett, I share the school of thought that believes age doesn’t matter in love. I love your mom. That’s what matters. I love her so much I could give her my life.” Adrian said, looking up at Vivian, who came over to kiss him on the cheek to show that she had felt flattered by his words."Thanks, honey.” She whispered.'You love my mom, yet you almost fucked me hard and raw just yesterday?' Scarlett said in her thoughts. The guy was definitely a player. And that might be the reason he was acting up. This led to the next thing she asked, which left the jaws of the intending couple hanging out."Or let me guess, you are some jobless gold digger who is using love as an excuse to go after our family money, right?”“Scarlett!” Vivian barked."Listen, lady, I will not watch you address my guest and your future stepfather in such an insolent manner; do you hear me?” Vivian scolded after some moments of silence. She mellowed down a little and began to speak again."Try to understand, darling; it’s been 13 years now since your dad left me, and I never remarried till now. And finally, when I find someone I love—someone who loves me back—you're trying to stand against it. Why? Despite how much I have sacrificed for your sake,"Scarlett smirked at her mother’s last statement. Her mother never really cared for her. It was her nanny, Mrs. Claire, who raised her. All she remembered her mother ever doing since they lost her dad was traveling around the globe, fucking different men of different sizes. Even at that, looking at Adrian, she never regarded her mom as someone with that level of taste to get a guy like this. Perhaps if she was kind enough to pass Adrian to her, then she might think of forgiving her."Alright, suit yourselves.” She said and turned back angrily as she marched back into her room.When she got to her room, she fell on her bed and covered herself up with pillows. Her head was ringing, but not only her head; her phone was ringing too. She stretched her hand lazily to pick up and check who the caller was; it was Lily."Hello, whore." Lily's voice came from the other side of the phone.“Hi.”“You sound strange; have you got a cold or something?"“No, it’s my mom; you won’t believe what I'm about to say,” Scarlett sniffed as she tried to speak as calmly as possible.“Try me," Lily said.Scarlett went on to narrate the situation with her mom and Adrian and ended with, “Can you believe that?”“Gross!” Lily exclaimed before she went further to clarify:“So let me get this straight: you’re trying to tell me that the same guy who I saw approach you yesterday is being presented to you today as your future stepdad. Oh my God, that’s so fucking crazy. What a movie! Where did he get his guts from? I mean, didn’t he see you?“He did…. He did; that’s the funniest thing. Girl, like, we almost fucked.” Scarlett said in between controlled sobs, sniffing and trying to stop herself from breaking down.Lily, who was listening to her friend’s tearful struggle from the other end of the line, paused to comfort her.“You’re going to be fine, okay? Just get yourself together, girl, or should I come get you?”Scarlett ignored the question and continued speaking.“Yet today, the guy just went AWOL on me, like complete fucking AWOL; he didn’t even act like he recognized me.”"Are you sure he wasn’t drunk or something?”"Drunk? I don’t know, girl; seriously, I don’t. It feels like my head is on fire. You know what? I will talk to you sometime later.” She said that and cut the call.Scarlett sat up and picked a hand towel close by wiping the sweat and tears from her face. After that, she exhaled and inhaled for a while to lessen the tension she was feeling. “Or was he that drunk?” she thought aloud, ruminating on Lily’s last question. His breath had reeked of gin that night.She shrugged again and said, “Whatever the case is, I’ll get to the bottom.” She drew her laptop close and spent the preceding minutes online shopping for numerous random items until she looked up at the wall clock and noticed the time was around 11 p.m.She leaped down from her bed and strutted barefooted to the kitchen to grab a late-night snack. She turned on the light, and at that moment she began to hear a sound in the distance—a raw, dry, fervent sound.She followed the direction of the sound, and it led her to the door of her mother’s room. It was slightly opened, exposing the naked figure of her mom sitting on Adrian’s monstrous dick. She was riding him, rocking her waist back and forth, her breasts flapping, and her moans getting louder and louder.Scarlett quickly took some steps backward, shocked for a second at the sight. Before she tiptoed forward again, going closer to the slightly opened door to get a better view, “He is the one.” She confirmed her thoughts again when she saw his strong arms balancing her mother’s naked body on his dick. It triggered memories of how those big hands of his had pinned her to the wall last night, how they had stripped her of her dress and fingered her clitoris. The memories, combined with the erotic sight before her, stirred up her hormones involuntarily. As she watched, she started to touch herself, dipping her hand beneath her skirt. To feel the wetness around her pants, she rubbed the area gently and sensually. She looked up again and noticed that Adrian had flipped her mom over; her legs were spread wide apart, exposing her clean-shaven p**sy. Scarlett touched herself even more, wishing she was the one in her mother’s place. This was what she had missed last night. She intensified her touching again, but when she looked up to peep again, her eyes locked with Adrian's. She fidgeted and immediately rushed out of the room."Why did you stop? Don't stop, babe; fuck me hard." Vivian voiced, raising her body so Adrian could penetrate wherever more."Huh! It's nothing."Adrian’s chest and arms were wreathed with maps of sweat as he lay entwined, and on top of Vivian's naked body, he bit her breasts with his lip. As he increased the pace of his thrusts, her moans got louder and louder."Oh Adrian, oh baby, don't stop, don't stop, oh my God, I'm going to cum...fuck ah ah ah... I'm coming. I'm coming!”She was screaming until he began to feel her body vibrate beneath him, he felt the slimy, liquid sensation as she released her juices on the bed, he released too, and let out a liberating gasp.It was her third orgasm and his second; they both climaxed together, holding each other in this second round of tonight's sex. But when he lifted his head, he saw the image of Scarlett, Vivian’s Daughter, just behind the slightly opened bedroom door, peeping with her hand inside her pants. They locked eyes, which made her turn and leave in a rush. He rolled away from the top. Vivian had a confused look on his face. She had not noticed what had just happened; she wa
Scarlet woke up with a rumbling feeling in her stomach. It occurred to her that she hadn't eaten anything last night. Immediately after her eyes locked with Adrian's last night, she rushed back into her room.She sat up again to reason. But had he really seen her? She couldn't help but doubt the implausibility of it, or perhaps it was just her imagining things. She got down from the bed and ambled out of her room, and in the hallway, she saw some of the maids strutting about busily. They greeted her, curtsying."Have you seen my mom this morning?” She asked one of them."Yes, madam, she left for a quick trip this morning.” The maid answered with both her hands brought loyally forward.Scarlett smirked; it wasn’t surprising to her anymore. Her mother was never around; she was always leaving, always heading somewhere.Which was the reason she preferred staying in the penthouse when she resumed college, even though the main house was just four hour's drive from it.The penthouse was her
"Welcome, Madam; good morning." Vivian's personal assistant, Rachel Blackwell, greeted her as soon as she saw her rushing into the building, collecting her suitcase from her."How do you do, Rachel?" Vivian responded by smiling in spite of her haste and, at the same time, flexing her arm to check her watch."Oh my God, it's 8:30; I'm late." She said hurriedly."Yes, ma'am, but not to worry, Mr. Maxwell is taking care of everything.""Mr. Maxwell, what do you mean?" Vivian asked, wearing a mask of astonishment."I mean, he is holding a meeting with all the company stakeholders in your stead right now in the boardroom.""How long ago?""Thirty minutes.""Is Richard there?""Yes, Madam." She heaved a sigh and brought out her phone, noticing Richard's missed call notifications."He even called me thrice," she whispered."Anyway, go drop the suitcase in my office. Please be easy with it; there are delicate things inside it. I will join them now at this minute.Rachael made a respectful ges
"Ariel Gallery, the one just before the pizza shop."Adrian described demonstrating with his hands to the cab driver."You mean the one at Third, Clarkson Street?""Exactly." He affirmed."Alright, it's 10 dollars." Adrian paid him and got into the car.On arrival at the gallery, Adrian alighted from the car, taking a moment to appreciate the sheer size of the building from the outside. It was a massive, high-priced structure. The large entrance had people walking in and out in impressive numbers, with the majority of its customers being high school students.While inside the building, Adrian stopped to stare and squint searchingly, then immediately noticed the straight-backed figure of his best friend, Joel Howey. He was a worker here. He was standing in a corner, talking spiritedly with another man who seemed to be a customer whom he was trying to convince to buy one of the dangling artistic portraits around."Just tak
Adrian sat beside Scarlett in her car as she drove them back home. He had not wanted to, but she had made a subtle threat about calling her mom to inform her if he refused. Adrian sat silently and woodenly on the passenger’s seat, looking straight ahead, stiffened not by guilt but by the fear of his agenda being thwarted because of some stupid, avoidable mistake he made.Scarlet, on the other hand, had turned to observe him. Casually sizing him up again, inwardly grateful that she had caught him red-handed in his deceit. Although she didn’t want to admit it to herself earlier, she knew the lie he told her in the morning about being attracted to only women who were in her mother’s age bracket had gotten to her. She had almost started doubting if he was truly the one she had met at the club, but thanks to this development, she had no more reason to fear; the lady she had met with him at his office had even appeared a bit younger than her. So this was enough proof that he was definitely
Adrian sat limply in his office, thinking about the string of occurrences that had taken place earlier. How close everything he had spent the last few months trying to build had come crashing down."No." He exclaimed, letting out a sigh, rubbing his hands on his head, and roughening the hair around his scalp.After the pause, his mind, in spite of his thoughts, went back to the most remarkable thing that stood out from the rest, which was his make-out experience with Scarlett.He closed his eyes, thinking about the gaze from her enchanting eyes, the lemonade scent of her breath, the soft feel of her succulent breasts, the taste of her tongue in his mouth, and the deep callow sound of her moan in his ears that moment when he grabbed her butt.He shifted on his seat as he felt a rush of blood around his groin."Not again, Adrian," he said.His mind was going back again and again to Scarlett. There was something tempting about her.
Vivian sat on the aeroplane, looking down through the window at the floating masses of clouds drifting serenely beneath.The plane was so much higher up in the sky now, so the rooftops of the houses were no longer in view. She flexed the gold watch on her wrist to check the time; it was exactly half past 7 p.m.In about 30 minutes to an hour, she will be at the Vegas Executive Hotel in Las Vegas meeting with her newest hook-up interest, Rod2020; that was his profile name. He had suggested they meet up at that particular hotel, and she had agreed. His profile picture on the dating site where they connected showed he was perhaps in his 30s and quite tall and good-looking. However, he was nothing compared to Adrian, and she was not sure he was even going to be as good in bed as Adrian was.Since she became an adult up until her current age, only Adrian had ever made her reach orgasm three times in one single night; not even George, Scarlett's father when he w
Adrian sat at the back of the taxi on his way to the exquisiteHotel de Fernandez. It was the usual place Vivian and himself had set up to meet up whenever she was back from her numerous foreign trips outside the city, or sometimes if they just felt like having a wild night.So when he received Vivian’s message, which stated that she had arrived from Las Vegas some hours ago and even forwarded the room number she was in to him, room 317, He immediately booked a cab to take him to the hotel, knowing fully well that Vivian must already be sick and hungry for him.A few minutes into the trip, his phone beeped, showing a missed call notification from Scarlett."Don't you ever get tired?” He murmured to himself, with tired lines etched on his forehead.The taxi driver looked at him from the rearview mirror."Did you say something, sir?"“Hunh?” He made a curious, absent-minded sound before he quickly waved and said,"Don't wor