Marrying My Ex-husband's Father

Chapter 6

Alvina's Point of View

“Good Morning darling,” He said calmly, walking over to me and kissing my forehead.

“Does your head hurt?” He asked in concern, handing me a glass of water.

I shook my head slowly, my mouth still wide open.

“I just slept with my ex's dad,” I whispered quietly, as I tried to pinch myself hoping to wake up from this ridiculous dream.

“Drink the water darling, you need it,” he said firmly, taking a seat opposite me.

I nodded in agreement, gulping down the entire cup of water and dropping it back on the side table.

I felt like I couldn't breathe for a second like I was going to lose my mind.

“s**t, I messed up big time,” I whispered in fear, as I swallowed hard on nothing.

Leon wasn't just any man, he was the most powerful man in the region, the most ruthless and feared man, the one person no one should mess with.

“Of all people, why did it have to be him?” I asked myself in disappointment, biting my lip.

“Don't you think speaking out loud would be much better than all that whispering you are doing?” Leon asked calmly, studying me intently.

I swallowed again, taking a deep breath as I tried to think of something to say.

I couldn't just walk out on him, or run away, he would find me and make me pay for it.

“I have to say something… anything,” I whisper to myself once again, avoiding eye contact with him.

Goosebumps filled my body as I thought of all the ways he could torture me and make me pay for disrespecting him.

“Look at me darling,” he said impatiently, taking a deep breath.

“He doesn’t seem very angry, so if I play my cards right I can talk myself out of this whole mess,” I thought to myself, as I cleared my throat and took a deep breath, lifting up my face to look at him.

“Gosh!” I gasped as my eyes landed on his chest, slightly open in the bath robe and showing his perfect abs.

“How can this man be hotter than his own son, how old is he?” I asked myself curiously, as I bit my lip, my body beginning to light up with lust.

“What are you doing? He is Richard's father,” I admonished firmly, trying to compose myself.

“Uhmm Sir, Good Morning Sir,” I said in a low tone, my voice shaking as I spoke.

“You didn't sound like this last night,” he teased lightly, looking into my eyes.

“Uhm…Sir…about that…I…I am sorry Sir,” I whispered in fear, grabbing the bed sheets for some kind of support.

“What did you say?” He asked in a tone I couldn't understand, his eyes still fixed on me.

“Is he angry?” I asked in confusion, as I cleared my throat and began to speak again.

“I am sorry Sir, I was drunk, I didn't know it was you, Sir, please let me go this time,” I pleaded desperately, whispering the last line.

He kept quiet for a long time, looking at me with an unreadable expression, and just like thunder out of clear skies he bursted out in laughter.

I didn't understand what was so funny, I didn't also know if the laughter was a good thing or a bad thing.

I wanted to believe that this was a prank and that we didn't really sleep together but the ache between my legs begged to differ.

“That isn't possible darling, I can't let you go,” he said firmly, his expression becoming very serious.

Goosebumps covered my body as fear began to overwhelm me, if I had offended Mr. Leon my life was completely over.

“I have found a way to ruin my life even more,” I whispered fearfully, as I took a deep breath and resigned to my fate.

“I warned you last night darling, you belong to me now,” he said firmly, standing up and walking towards the door.

“Come in,” He said loudly, signaling for me to cover up.

Only then did I notice that I had been sitting bare-chested in front of him all along?

I quickly covered myself with the duvet and hid my face, hearing the sounds of people coming in and going out.

“You can come out of hiding now,” Leon joked lightly, tugging at the duvet.

Leon was so unpredictable, one minute he was serious, and the next minute he was laughing, I didn't know if I was in trouble or if I was safe.

I slowly opened my face, gasping at the sight in front of me.

“You must be hungry, please eat something,” he said calmly, motioning for the food in front of me.

It was a big feast of different delicacies, most of them were foods I had never seen in real life before.

I knew for sure he was the man I slept with last night, because of how he cared for me.

“But…” I tried to protest, he raised his hand, shutting me up before I could say anything.

“Eat first, then we talk,” he said firmly, standing up, putting some food on a plate, and bringing it to me.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said shyly, taking the plate from him and devouring all the food on it in just a few minutes.

I had never been given that amount of food since my parents died and for the first time in a long time, I was eating to my satisfaction.

“Thank you for the meal Sir,” I said in embarrassment, as I stood up to return the plate.

The duvet fell off and I was standing naked in front of him.

“Oh my goodness!” I screamed in shock, throwing away the plate and grabbing the duvet, trying to cover myself.

Only then did I realize that I had thrown away a plate I probably couldn't afford.

“I am so sorry Sir, I…” I stammered in confusion, trying to explain the situation.

He just touched my head and showed me the plate he had caught. I breathed a sigh of relief, I wasn't in trouble after all.

But then the next words he uttered swept me off my feet, removing any form of relief I had just experienced.