MY BOYFRIEND’S FATHER IS MY LOVER

CHAPTER 3: I THOUGHT I COULD

When they got to the penthouse, as Mark got to the door to open it, Ella hung onto him like they had known for a long time. Mark was enjoying her company. She was free and genuine and Mark loved her for it. He had not seen anyone treat him so differently.

He was comfortable with Ella, and it was mainly because Ella did not know who he was. The previous dates did. They knew he was a billionaire and single, so it either made them cautious or ambitious and both situations did not please him or make him comfortable.

The opulence of the penthouse surrounded them as Ella gracefully made her way to the bathroom. Ella had not seen such wealth in a room before. She was surprised that such a room existed in a hotel. She began to think to herself that Mark's company must be doing well to book their staff into the penthouse of one of the most expensive hotels.

Mark, caught in the whirlwind of the unexpected turn of events, hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow her lead. He removed his clothes and joined Ella in the bathroom.

The air was charged with a sense of anticipation as the door closed behind them, leaving the lavish living space engulfed in silence. No one was talking, but it was like they understood what they were there for as their actions spoke instead of their mouths.

Ella, standing in the spacious bathroom, let the warm water cascade over her, washing away not only the physical residue but also the emotional turmoil that had gripped her earlier. As she emerged, droplets of water glistening on her skin, she met Mark's gaze with a newfound confidence.

Without uttering a word, she moved toward him, a silent invitation that hung in the air. Mark carefully looked at the lady before him. All he could see was the very beauty that carried the intelligence that thrilled him earlier on. It was beauty and brain standing in front of him in one body.

Mark, feeling the weight of the unspoken agreement, took his turn in the bathroom, the sound of running water creating a backdrop to the tension that lingered between them. As they both took their birth they could not stop staring at each other.

While Ella was admiring the fully built body of Mark as she could see that every part of his body was carefully built to complement each other, Mark was wondering where Ella had been all his life, as he had not seen or met someone this beautiful, young, and intelligent. Ella left the bathroom first.

As Mark emerged, he found Ella waiting, her figure outlined by the soft glow of the ambient lighting. The air in the room crackled with unspoken desires, and Ella, standing unashamedly in her vulnerability, seemed to wield an intoxicating power.

With a subtle nod, Ella motioned towards the bed, the plush linens inviting them into a world where consequences were momentarily forgotten.

As Mark slowly approached the bed Ella thought to herself, “Alas! This is what I just need right now, some good loving to take my revenge. I hope he is better than Steve.”

The dimly lit penthouse became a stage for a clandestine performance, a rub-off between two souls seeking solace in the midst of chaos.

Ella and Mark lay side by side, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging between them. The initial fervor that had led them to this moment now gave way to a sobering reality. A reality that both of them thought they were prepared for.

It was Mark who placed his hand on Ella's thigh as if to say I need your permission to carry on. Ella, without hesitation, turned and kissed him.

As their lips met in a soft kiss, the taste of uncertainty lingered. Hands explored, and bodies pressed against each other. Their bodies understood each movement. Mark grabbed her breast and softly kissed it. The chemistry with each other was like their bodies had found the lost love it was looking for.

Ella, in a state of revenge, wanted to be in control and carefully maneuvered Mark as she was now on top of him. It was the same position she had found Prisca in when she opened room 201. Now, a subtle wave of tension and emotion persisted as that clogged her thoughts.

Mark all of a sudden slowed down his rhythm. It was as if both of their bodies had halted the chemistry they shared earlier.

It wasn't the lack of desire; rather, it was the quiet rebellion of their minds against the impulsive choices made in the beautifully designed shades of the penthouse.

Mark, breaking the embrace, acknowledged the palpable shift in the room. "Maybe it's the alcohol," he suggested, his gaze searching Ella's eyes for confirmation.

Ella, her thoughts mirroring his, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, maybe we should have thought this through more," she admitted, a hint of regret coloring her words.

Mark, sensing the discomfort, spoke with sincerity, "I don't want to take advantage of you, Ella. We can stop if you're not comfortable."

Ella, grappling with a mix of emotions, appreciated his honesty. "It's not just that. I thought I could do this, but... I can't. My heart might have been willing, but my brain is resisting."

Mark, understanding the complexity of their predicament, nodded in acknowledgment. "Let's not push it then. We can let this go."

In the silence that followed, a shared understanding permeated the air. They recognized the importance of respecting their own boundaries and acknowledging the complexity of the emotions at play.

Mark wore his pajamas and wine to the reading table, took out his laptop, and started working. He wanted to finish a project so that he could have more time for the teaching job he accepted as a visiting lecturer at his son's school.

The night, once filled with the promise of revenge and release, now became a hold for understanding and acceptance. Ella continues to watch Mark as they both do not know what else to do.

“What do you do?” Ella asked Mark.

“I build edifices and structures. I own some and I sell some. It's just the business of real estate,” Mark said.

“Not a bad one, so are you here to buy or sell? Ella continued, hoping that Mark would give away much more information that would let her know who this man was, living in a penthouse.

“You will not believe me if I tell you,” said Mark, shaking his head and laughing.

“Try me,” Ella said.

“I am here to teach, so I have been reading and studying as regards that, and I hoped the ones I teach would love to have me as their teacher," Mark said.

“You would make a hilarious teacher if I were to be reasonable,” Ella said, believing that he would be teaching one of the high schools in town, not knowing it was her university.

“Why do you say that, Ella?” asked Mark, who was now concentrating on getting his work done rather than the beautiful lady on his bed.

“Well, you are handsome and funny, and I like that about you,” she replied.

“Are you saying you like me or do you intend to say you love me?” Mark asked, laughing.

“I don’t think I could love anyone for now, but I could ask you the same question,” Ella replied. Talking to Mark had eased the tension and mixed emotions she had earlier. She wondered if it was the drink working or Mark’s charm.

“Anyone would love a beautiful and intelligent being like you and that includes me,” Mark said, turning towards her and smiling.

Ella, still without her clothes on, fell back on the bed blushing, she felt tipsy, and she was loving every bit of the moment.

As they settled into the quietness of the penthouse, Mark and Ella found solace in the decision to let go. Their connection, while fleeting and fueled by the chaos of the night, became a testament to how unpredictable human emotions are.