Illicit Attraction (English. R18)

Chapter two: Knowing Him

Era

He released me and tucked his hands inside his tight jeans. "I'm sorry, it took me days to come over. I just need to deal with something so I wouldn't be facing any hassle when I get back to work."

"It's okay." Giving him a small smile, I fished around for the keys inside my bag and twisted it into the doorknob. When the door opened, I invited him in.

I stepped inside the apartment and hung the keys and my school bag on the hook beside the door. Without looking at him, I rushed to the comfort room.

Leaning on the wall, I sighed, preventing myself from texting Mom. I wanted to ask her to come back. I had no idea how to entertain that man. Should I talk to him first? Offer him food? Or question where had his ass been these past years?

Oh, Mom. This is the worst thing you've ever done.

Shaking my head, I opened the faucet to wash my face. When I went out, I spotted him lounging on the couch like he owned the place. He had his shirt off and his legs were resting on the sofa couch as well. I bit my lips and walked through the living room as quietly as possible to grab my bag.

"Mind if I watch TV?"

I turned to him and shook my head. "No."

"Thanks." He grabbed the remote and pressed it. I heard some different sounds from the constant flipping through the channels until it stopped to something that I think was CW. "I just can't miss this final episode."

I raised an eyebrow. He was watching my favorite TV series! Though I wanted to sit on the couch, I chose to walk to my bedroom.

"Hold a second, Era."

I almost squeaked when he clutched my hand and pulled it until I found myself slumped on the couch.

"Can we talk? I wanna know more about you. There's a lot of things we need to talk about."

"Why?" I asked, turning my head to the TV screen.

"I want to be close to you, be your friend and dad."

I let out a heavy sigh and said, "You're already my dad. I have no choice. I couldn't change that. But a friend? I don't know. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to my room now." I stood up without looking at him.

I didn't feel guilty about my attitude towards him. He deserved it. I should be hating him because he dumped my mom.

Hours passed by and as I glanced at the wall clock, my stomach growled. Great, it was already eight in the evening. When I was about to get up, I heard Henry calling my name after a series of knocks.

"Era, will you open the door, please? I cooked something for you."

So he could cook? Maybe that was his way of making it up with me. He needed to please me so he could stay longer with me. But why? If he wanted to be a good father, he should have done it before.

Okay, I would give him a chance, but I bet that the dish he prepared was gross. He wasn't the cooking type after all. "Be there in a sec!" I got off the bed, checked myself in the mirror, and dashed out of my room.

A couple of minutes later, I took my seat at the table but I had to bite my lips to prevent myself from drooling. s**t, these are all my favorites!

"Don't just stare at them. Here, try this." Henry said as he picked a slice of roast pork and placed it on my big empty plate.

"Thanks." I smiled and took a small portion of the meat.

"How is it, Era?" he asked, tilting his head. He seemed to be a bit worried.

I chewed and chewed. Oh my. This is the best-tasting thing I ever tasted! "Well, it's not bad. It's not that good either." I shrugged my shoulders then sliced another portion. And another... and another.

"Well, at least you're eating. You have already eaten half of your food," he beamed, shaking his head.

"I'm just so hungry. I can eat anything on my plate," I lied then swug the glass above my plate. The lemonade was sweet but I could feel the heat creeping into my face. He must have seen me frowning at my glass. "Um, what's in this drink?"

"That's a lemonade punch. Base liquor is vodka together with lemon. And about the crown pork roast, it's the best selling dish in my restaurant."

"Restaurant?"

He lifted his head and nodded. "I'm a chef in my own restaurant. It is five blocks away from your school, I guess."

So he knows my school? And he's a chef?

I bowed my head and wiped my lips with a tissue beside the plate. That explained why the table was formally set like in a fine dining restaurant. "The food is great. It tastes expensive and classy."

"Oh really?" he chuckled. "Wow, thank you for the compliment."

"But you don't have to prepare delicious meals for me every day. I don't want to end up gaining weight."

He gazed at my face down to my chest – it made me feel uncomfortable. "You're tall and naturally attractive. I think you'll still look sexy and hot even if you become a bit curvy."

I choked.

Me, sexy and hot? It was a compliment for me but Henry was my dad and I didn't think fathers should shoot those adjectives to their daughters. Right?

"T-thanks," I stared down at my plate.

But maybe I inherited my height from him. Henry was so tall. Maybe he was more than six feet. He was also blonde like me. But the hue of my hair was more pale.

Surprisingly, our conversation over the meal went well. We talked about so much stuff. I also found out we shared a lot of things in common, favorites included. He was smart with a unique sense of humor.

When we finished the meal an hour later, I insisted on washing the plates.

"Need help?" Henry asked when he entered the kitchen.

I turned over my shoulder. "No, it's fi—" My breathing almost stopped when I saw him almost naked. He only had a pair of boxer shorts! I looked back at the plates or else they might end up broken on the floor. Clearing the lump in my throat, I whispered, "I'm almost done here."

"You sure? I can rinse the pots so you can take your rest now. I don't want you to stay up late since you have class tomorrow."

I hid a smile. How thoughtful. Hell, I was beginning to admire and like him. I was just a bit confused about the way my body reacted to his gestures. I grew up in a home without a male figure around so being with this man was a new thing to me.

"I can do this, Henry. I mean, Dad."

He chuckled, placing his hand on my shoulder and letting it slide on my back. The warmth of his palm left an electric sensation up and down my spine. What the hell is this!

"You can call me Dad or Henry. It depends on what makes you com—"

The sound of the doorbell broke Henry from talking. We exchanged confused looks as it continued to ring.

"Who's that? It's already eleven in the evening." He glanced at his wristwatch and gazed back at me. "Are you expecting someone?"

I shook my head, wiping my hands with the cloth hanging on the fridge. "No."

"Okay, I'll get the door."

As he turned to his back and walked out of the kitchen, his toned figure had me frozen for a couple of seconds. I just realized I wasn't even blinking when he disappeared. But hell, my mind continued to wonder about the thing beneath the undergarment.

"Oh, Henry. I missed you!"

My ears almost stood up like the rabbit's when a high-pitched voice sliced through the living room. Maybe it was only in my imagination because I felt a bit drowsy. But out of curiosity, I checked it out behind the kitchen's door.

I stood up from the dining chair as I heard a high-pitched feminine voice. I minced through the kitchen door and frowned upon seeing a brunette woman kissing Henry and wrapping her arms around his neck. I hid behind the divider and secretly watched them.

"What the f**k are you doing here, Dina?"

"That's not important, hun."

Every cell in my body awakened at the sight of a brunette clinging around Henry. She was kissing him like a lioness feasting on her favorite meat. Henry was pushing her but the b***h just wouldn't go away.

"Not here, Dina. This isn't my place!"

"I don't care! I want you and nothing can stop me from getting near you!"

My eyes grew wide. The woman just pushed Henry on the couch and kneeled between his thighs. She grabbed the garter of his shorts and impatiently pulled it down, exposing his... his...

"I know you can't resist this, hun! It's been weeks since we last f**k and I know you are longing for this!" The woman hissed. Before I knew it, she was already giving him a bj.

I wanted to run away from the explicit sight. But that was crazy, I couldn't even take my eyes away from Henry's contracting muscles as he squeezed the b***h's ass. Gripping her hair like a rope, he thrust his hips deeper into her mouth and groaned like a drugged beast. They were crazily moaning and screaming and it was making my chest pound harder.

I could feel my body heating up like I was set on fire. Exhaling slowly, I let my hand slip under my pajamas. I gulped, sensing the thick moist between my legs.

Hell, I'm so wet.