MY BOYFRIEND’S FATHER IS MY LOVER

CHAPTER 4: TAKE ME IN

The soft glow of the laptop screen, cast an ambient light in the otherwise darkened room as Ella woke up from her sleep. The digital clock on the bedside table glowed, revealing the time. The time at that time was 3:00 am, marking the depth of the night.

Mark, consumed by the glow of the screen, was diligently engrossed in his work. He did not notice that Ella had woken up. He wanted to finish a lot of work. He had to have ample time to teach his new students.

Ella, feeling a slight headache creep in, groggily sat up, her hand gently cradling her temples. The events of the evening lingered in the recesses of her mind, the room now bearing the weight of a shared secret. As she sighed, Mark looked up from his laptop, concern etched across his face.

"Are you okay? You should go back to bed. It is not morning yet, you don't look good, are you sure you are okay?" he inquired, setting aside his work.

Ella met his gaze, a faint smile on her lips. "Just a bit of a headache," she admitted, as she tried to feign a smile to show that she was in control.

Mark, caring, rose from his seat. "I'll get you something. Maybe a soda will help. I have some very cold sodas."

“I sure do need one,” she said as she stared at the table where Mark's laptop was and noticed he was doing research. “ Why study this hard, I thought you were the teacher and not the student?” Ella asked, as she was concerned that Mark was still awake.

Mark disappeared into the dimly lit kitchenette, the refrigerator humming softly in the background. Moments later, he returned with a chilled soda, offering it to Ella. She accepted it with gratitude, the cool can soothing against her fingertips.

“You see, Ella, if I get to play at the top, I have learned it comes with something extra, so I could use the night for that extra,” Mark said, smiling and opening the beer he got for himself.

“You sound like a teacher,” Ella said.

“I thought you said I was going to be a funny teacher, initially,” Mark replied.

“Yeah, you are quite funny. I give you that, and you have a way of making hard things simple in a funny kind of way” Ella said as she continued to sip her soda.

Sipping the soda, Ella felt a renewed clarity. The night, though filled with unexpected twists, had unfolded into a journey of self-discovery and shared understanding. With each sip, she gathered the strength to voice the unspoken, the air thick with anticipation.

"Mark," she began, setting the half-empty soda can on the bedside table, "I'm ready. Please take me."

Mark, his eyes searching hers for any trace of hesitation, nodded in understanding. He closed the laptop, the screen plunging the room into darkness once more.

In the quietness of the night, they found themselves on the precipice of choice, the air heavy with the unspoken acknowledgment that this moment could reshape the narrative of their intertwined destinies.

Mark did not move one bit, he just sat on the chair not knowing what to do or say even though he had closed his laptop.

Ella walked up to him. Mark could clearly see the beautifully shaped being even in the dark. He wondered why Ella covered her body with so many clothes when she had this type of shape. He made up his mind he was going to change her life for good.

When Ella reached where Mark was, she wrapped her hands around him and her soft bosom rested on his face. He could feel the taste and pressure of one of the tips of her bosom on his lips. It sent a mild sensation to Mark and Ella felt it too, and she kissed him.

“I said I was ready like five minutes ago,” she said as she kissed him again and again, allowing the wetness of the kiss to leave some of that wetness on his chest, the tip of his chest, and his lips.

The kiss lingered in the air, then followed by a silent interlude to the uncharted territory that awaited Ella and Mark.

Ella's words, filled with both certainty and a hint of defiance, reverberated in the stillness of the room. "I'm sure, Mark. I want you."

Mark, at this point, could not resist. Ella's body pressed against his, and he was not ready to push back. He watched on as Ella kissed every open part of his body as he sat down on the chair.

His hands moved unconsciously in gratitude to the rhythm at which Ella possessed his body. It looked like Ella was telling him your body is mine for the taking.

Ella could not stop herself. She tried many times, but her heart failed her. If Prisca could get her man, she could get anybody. After all, Mark had told her she was one of the most beautiful things he had seen in recent times, and she knew Mark was being modestly sincere.

In the dim light, their silhouettes moved towards the bed, Ella leading with an unwavering determination. Mark, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions, followed as if entranced by the unspoken connection that had woven its way between them.

Ella was in control and, for the first time in Mark’s life, someone was in control of something he was interested in doing. It did not matter to him whether it was lovemaking or not. Someone was not ready to make him responsible, and that person was Ella.

Gently, Ella guided Mark to the bed, a station of desire and vulnerability unfolding in the quietness of the night and the chemistry of their movement was like they had done it countless times.

The air hummed with the pulsating rhythm of their shared heartbeat, and the darkness became a canvas for the clandestine act that was about to transpire. Mark was okay with allowing Ella to be in charge of every movement and Ella was not bossy about it.

Every movement and position she took or wanted was done slowly and gently, accommodating Mark’s acceptance as they explored each other’s bodies,

None of them were talking as their body was in the action of the script written in their hearts by their mind. The moans were first silent and followed a consistent pattern until they both could not bear it any longer.

What seemed like a rhythm moved from its gradual and heightened state to a rather catastrophic state where both of them were yelling with so much energy and passion. The deed was done.

As they succumbed to the gravity of the moment, the room became a sanctuary for desires and whispered confessions. In the dance of shadows, Ella sought revenge not through restraint, but through the boldness of her actions. Mark, a willing participant, surrendered to the currents of emotion, his responses a blend of anticipation and surrender.

The night, once a mere design of uncertainty, now bore witness to the unspoken truths and desires that had simmered beneath the surface. While Ella navigated the realm between revenge and connection, Mark felt loved and crazy at the same time.

Each of them fulfilled by whatever led them to the act. Ella, feeling tired and accomplished, curled herself into Mark’s arms. Mark, on the other hand, who was now feeling loved, cuddled her like his baby.

In a short while, Ella was sleeping and Mark was wondering what he had done. He hoped that this was not a stranger he would never meet again. What he did not know was that this stranger was his son’s girlfriend and going to be his student for six months.

Even though no one saw this coming. They have all initiated the drama they could not afford to keep. While Steve was wondering where Ella went and why she was not taking his calls, Ella slept with the thought that she had her revenge on Steve, Mark was thinking about the future. He hoped Ella could fill that void in his life that Steve's Mum left. He wanted more.