One Nightstand With Mr Davis

The Truth

By the time Marilyn got home, her parents weren't in yet. A hand to her chest, she breathed a sigh of relief tossing her bag her bag on the chair. She had to change and have a bath. She had left the house in a very neat condition just in case of incasity. One's like this.

She pulled the strap of the dress off her shoulders and as she pulled the cloth over her head, the smell of him wafted up through her nose and she sighed. He smelled so good. She had trouble bathing and decided to use the bathtub instead. She closed her eyes as she sank into it turning the water to warm.

As the water rose to cover her face, leaving only her nose in the surface, yesterday's event played in her head like a film. She'd lied about her age and he bought it. Well, it was problem for her because she couldn't get it off her mind- him, the whole of him but he was as asshole for letting her think that he was into her when he'd kissed her in the parking lot

Where had she gone wrong by the way? Was it a sin like him? She groaned at the thought. She LIKED him? Wow. Thank goodness she didn't know where he lived or else one-day when probably she'd just read a motivational quote, she'd go in search of him. A wonder what those inspirational quotes does in one's life, huh?

Suddenly the door of the bathroom barged open startling her. She rose up to the surface in surprise at the intruder. But it was just her mom. A part of her was thinking it was Zayn but then a part of her told her to face the truth of not ever seeing him again.

"Mom! You can't just barge into my room like that!" She whined, covering up her essential body parts

"I'm sorry honey. We'd just arrived and we were worried when we didn't see you around."

"Good morning though"

"I still don't understand what you're covering though. I gave birth to you-"

"And bathed you for ten years. Blah blah" she interrupted, finishing the statement for her mother. "I'm grown up now. I'm not the same as I was at ten."

"Whatever. I've gone shopping and I've bought a lot of things. When you're done, come out and let's get cooking because your father's childhood friend is coming over with his family for lunch."

"Why? Don't they have their own house? You know what? I think I'm old enough to intervene in the family matters. Tell them to stay at their house and eat their own food."

She yelled after her mother as she slammed the door behind her. Ugh. So much for turning eighteen.

"Marilyn for heaven's sake where are the cutleries? You know you're supposed to get this done before going to do another thing. Be sensible"

She only rolled her eyes and got to doing it. She'd only received a new set of clothes for her so called birthday and her mother was expecting her to be happy and get things done as quick as flash? Then she must be joking. She pushed her hair out of her face in a huff as she set the table.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Yeah. Now go on and put on some makeup and tell your little sister to behave herself"

"Malia, you heard mom. Use your brain now and let it take control. The guests are arriving anytime now."

"Look at the person talking herself." Her mom sneered.

"They're here. Marilyn get the door" Her dad announced bursting out of the room.

"Okay" She mumbled. She opened the door the same time the doorbell rang out loud in the room.

A man who seemed to be in his best attire entered the house, then a woman who obviously appeared to be his wife followed suit. Marilyn only rolled her eyes and made to close the door when a hand out of nowhere stopped it.

The next body that entered the room appeared to be the same with the man she'd been with earlier in the morning. Surprised and stricken, she froze. He appeared to do the same as he locked gazes with her.

"Zayn"

His head jerked up at the mention of his name and he moved away.

"f**k" she cursed as she shut the door. Closing her eyes briefly for a moment. When she moved to the dinning to take her seat, the only available space left was right beside him. Her heart skipped a beat at that

"Do you remember Mr Davis? He used to be our neighbor in Texas. That's his son Zayn."

"Hi Mr Davis." She said in a small voice "And Zayn" she acknowledged in the same tone

"Happy belated birthday. You haven't changed a bit since you were just a little pumpkin"

She nodded. "Thanks" pushing a small smile on her face.

His wife echoed the same too.

Soon they finished lunch and the father's got to talking, mother's talking about fashion and latest celebrity news. She remained in the corner she was, feeding on the remaining chicken while Malia played with her dolls silently.

Then suddenly an unwanted guest took a seat beside her but she pretended not to notice him.

"Hey"

No reply

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?"

She casted him a glance

"Don't talk to me"

He put his hand atop her leg, and slid his rough palm up to her thigh until his fingers touched her hip.

"Is this the only language you understand"

He asked in a husky voice. He'd been aroused since the moment he'd set his eyes on her at the doorstep

"And I think the only language you understand is being an asshole" she fired back

"Come-on I'm sorry. Don't play with me like this" He whispered into her ear.

"Stop. The whole family is present and I'm not playing with you. Guess what? I don't even like you". she said pushing his hand away

" Oh, I know you're kidding and I'll like you to say it one more time"

But before she could even open her mouth, Zayn's head seemed to click as those words escaped her mouth. f**k, he didn't care if he was being an horny fool right there. He stood up and moved towards where the moms where seating and talking

"Excuse me ma'am, I need to use the bathroom."

"Oh, its right over there."

"I'm sorry I didn't get that."

"Don't worry. Marilyn! Take Zayn to the bathroom"

"Yes Mom."

The moment they entered the hallway, he drew her to himself and kissed her. His hands roaming expertly around her body.

"Zayn" she called pulling away. "The room to the left is mine" she got out in a harsh breath.

In a twinkle of an eye, they were in the room, slobbering all over each other. He pushed her against the cabinet, drawing her dress up to reveal her body. She whimpered as he moved his mouth to her neck and as his erection burrowed into her

"Tell me one thing" he said into her neck, biting it "How old are you again?"

Her eyes flew open and a her hand darted to his shoulder.

"Why do you ask?"

He dug his fingers into her c**t through her panties making her gasp

"I was hearing my dad saying something about you being eighteen when we were coming"

Her heart stopped thee for a moment. All her mood went down the drain and she felt cold even as his warm mouth caressed her n****e through the clothe she was wearing.

"f**k" he cursed, feeling that he could no longer hold himself but then rose up to meet her gaze "Answer the question darling" he said huskily

"Promise me you're not going to get mad."

He withdrew from her slowly at those words

"About what? Don't tell me you're eighteen Marilyn."

She looked away briefly. "I am"

His eyes turned hard and flinty. His body calmed down at the realization and his head spun

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm eighteen"

He scoffed "You're joking"

"I'm not. I-"

"Why the hell would you lie to me" he thundered

"I'm sorry Zayn. I swear I didn't mean to. I-"

" You didn't mean to what? Lie? You were drunk. Will you f*****g tell me how the f**k you lied? Does it make sense? Do you know how old I am? "

"What's the difference between being twenty one and being eighteen"

"Three f*****g years Marilyn. f**k!" He cursed again, moving away. "I can't believe you "I've been f*****g with an underage" he muttered.

Marilyn's heart skipped. At those last words.

"Eighteen isn't underaged."

"Well, you're only a full grown woman when you're nineteen"

"What the f**k is the difference? One stupid year?"

"That's a lot of time. I can't believe you did this to me"

He said pacing to the door.

"I'm sorry"

"Just shut up Marilyn"