Two Hearts

Daniel

Eric

When Laura was gone I finished the last formal things of the day. In fact, I finished work faster than usual. I used to sit down and work until late at night, but today was eventful and I wanted to go to Daniel as soon as possible and tell him everything. We also had to prepare. One of the rooms had to be converted into an children’s room. Various things had to be discussed. I can't wait for events to move faster. I very much hope that Laura will be able to talk about everything with her husband.

I called my driver, who confirmed that he had just arrived at the office building. When I turned off the computer, I went downstairs. I decided not to call Daniel because he used to shoot me in his own way. I asked the driver where they had gone with Laura and he told me that he had taken her to the kindergarten, then to the shop and after to home. It made me happy that at some point Laura didn't decide to go on foot.

I asked to be taken to Daniel's house. He lived in a residential area of ​​the city. He owned a 2-storey house, which he had designed together with an architect and designers. The house had a large garden, where he often held holiday parties in the summer. If you think about it, the house was like for family. 3 bedrooms - private, one for children and one for guests. Downstairs was a spacious living room with a fireplace, a dining room combined with a spacious kitchen and Daniel's study. He was rarely at home. More lived around, either at work or sleeping with his women’s. I hope he changes his habits now.

As I approached his house, I saw a light on the ground floor, both in the living room and in the kitchen area. That meant he was home. My mood improved as things went easier than expected. Getting out of the car, I went to the door and called. In the background I heard music and a woman's quiet moan.

- Damned! - I leaned in quietly and started ringing at the door without interruption.

Daniel

I looked at Diana's jumping breasts. She sat on top of me and jumped over my c**k like crazy. I liked women, I liked s*x, but I never enjoyed it. Because they were all just s*x objects for me to let off steam, unload and let go of my s****l tension. I never get in close contact with women - just s*x. Diana was an exception, we slept with her for several years, but without commitment. She accepted my rules of the game. She didn't ask me for anything and I didn’t ask nothing of her. She was like a slim model with big and full breasts, of course, not real. Her ass was tight and I could caught there, maybe that's why I slept with her more often than with other women.

She gasped in ecstasy and started jumping faster and faster. I felt her p***y wrap around my d**k tighter. I felt that she was approaching an orgasm and I was not far from it either, so I grabbed her hips and grain inside her stronger and deeper. Diana liked rough s*x. And it helped me relax.

When we were close to finish, suddenly the doorbell rang.

- f**k! - I growl in anger - don't pay attention baby, let's finish what we started.

I had no idea to stop now and not allow myself to fill Diana with my seed. I was close, she too, we were both fine and we wanted to enjoy the fulfillment of s*x. But it seemed that the newcomer was not at peace with ignoring and began ringing at the door without stopping.

I was furious, to say the least. I was ready to knock down the one who was ringing at my door. Without thinking, I lifted Diana and threw her on the couch.

- Daniel! - she exclaimed and widened her eyes in shock.

- Get dressed and disappear! - I sigh - I'll call you later when I deal with someone who isn't afraid to die right now.

I put on jeans and a t-shirt in anger. I opened the door with such anger that it seemed they will fly through the air.

- Good evening Daniel, son ... - I met my father's cold and a little angry expression - I hope I didn't bother you. - He spoke through clenched teeth. Most likely he had heard Dianas moan and therefore decided to ring the door non-stop.

- Father? - I was surprised - What are you doing here, something happened?

- May I not visit my son? - he asked in a neutral tone. - And we have something to negotiable. The agreement has been concluded. She agreed.

I felt my face pale. So now I had an informal wife, where she portrayed my family in front of my grandmother, with children. I tried to digest the information my father announced.

- Come in. - I said - we have to discuss this over a glass of whiskey.

We entered the house and ran on top of Diana, who was wearing her high heels in the hallway. Thank God she was dressed.

- Good evening, she exclaimed and smiled at my father. - He didn’t answered anything, he passed and entered the dining room. I saw that this woman did not arouse any sympathy.

- Is this your father ?! - she whispered in excitement.

I looked at her. It seemed that our relationship would have to end. She wanted to meet too often lately. Although the excuses were that she just want to f**k. But according to her remarks, it seems that more is starting to develop behind her intentions. She didn't have to ask anything and she didn't have to show enthusiasm when she met my father. She had to get dressed and leave as he had asked.

- Go away - I just said. I saw her offended expression, which increasingly confirmed my suspicions. She walked out the door and when she wanted to say something else I closed the door in front of her eyes. I didn't have time for dramas and nothing yet. Now I had to deal with crazier things. I had no idea how to allow the idea that I would live under one roof with a stranger woman and two children.

I went to the dining room where a 45-year-old bottle of whiskey and two glasses of ice and liquor were already on the table. I sat opposite my father and looked at him. I wanted him to start the conversation first.

Eric

I looked at my son and could not understand his actions. Yes, he has gone through a lot, he has been hurt and broken, but he has survived even stronger than before. I didn't like that he used women as disposable items. Spent and thrown in the trash. I know he considered them all like users and gold diggers. But I still thought that not all of them were. Although, to my surprise, the girl who is extending her services tonight I had seen several times with him.

- Do you have something serious with her? - I asked with curiosity. - I have seen her several times with you. We can cancel the deal if you have something with her. I don't want to confuse the relationship.

Daniel started laughing. He took a glass of his whiskey and drank. Then his expression changed to serious.

- You laugh at me, father? I have nothing to do with this woman. We only have s*x, more often maybe than with others, but there it is. She satisfies me, I satisfy her, that's all. You know my thoughts and opinions about relationships and love. It never exists. There is only money everywhere, the more you can give her, the more she will want you, or rather, will want your money. - his expression had hardened. He spoke the same thing again and was not ready to open his heart to anyone.

- Okay, let's not talk about it. - I moved the conversation to another bed - I met Laura today. She agreed, we said things in great trains, but I think it would be good if you met too. At least once before she moves in. You should one of the living rooms be transformed into a children's room, what do you say? - I look at Daniel, waiting for his answer. I knew he didn't like it all, but he had to work out what he did.

His gaze said nothing, he sipped his whiskey from time to time and looked out the window.

- Children, what age, gender? I want to understand how to customize - he replied without any emotion.

- Girl, 10 years, boy,5 years - I answered. Feeling anxious, Daniel spoke much more freely than expected.

- Okay, I'll call my designer tomorrow, we will talk about what and how. When is she planning to move in? - Daniela spoke quite monotomically and without interest, almost as about how to take the garbage and take it to the container.

- I don't know yet, she has to deal with her husband today. She promised to call me back as soon as everything will be settled, then we will talk further, I think, within a week, maybe - I answered and thought about how Laura is doing now. I really hoped she wouldn't have an extra problem with her husband, that he would be smart enough.

I saw Daniel's expression change from neutral to angry. He drank his glass to the end and added more. I could see that something I said made him burn in anger.

- Daniel? - I asked.

- Think so.... And again another that for money is ready to leave her husband and divorce. I would like to meet him in the lab and drink and tell him not to take evil. However, they all are bitches. - the taste of poison was felt in every word.

- Daniel - I started with tolerance - you don't know what you're talking about. She does not deserve such a life. And I would love to hit her husband in the face instead of drinking together. - I ended the sentence more angry than I planned. - Receive once and stop condemning everyone who comes in front of you. I don't care, but you have to treat her normally and at least with some respect. FRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP, - I emphasized the last words.

- Friendly? Hell, why ?! - he raised his voice.

- You know why, don't be a fool - I determined and got up on my feet - I'll tell you when Laura is planning to move. Do what you have to do and stop tearing yourself in half.

I drank my glass and did not even say goodbye. I had been overwhelmed by too many emotions, both anger and sadness, and joy and a little excitement. Too much for one day. When I got in the car, I made the driver go home.

Daniel

As my father walked out the door, I scattered my glass against the wall. I was overwhelmed. I didn't know how to transition over my emotions. I didn't want to live with anyone under one roof, either with a woman, but at the same time, I had ruined everything myself and now I pay for it.

I got a phone call. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw the sms from my father: “Laura Brown, phone number 763467875” Cursed, he even sent me her phone number, might think I would call her now. I wanted to delete the sms but something internally made me rethink. So I called my friend Derek.

- Hey, old man! What are you doing? - I tried to sound enthusiastic.

- Hey, Daniel! I'm not doing anything. What you have in youre mind?

- Get drunk and f**k up a couple of women, just for fun. I broke up tonight and I need to unload. I'll tell you everything with a good glass of whiskey.

- No problem. See you, wherever always, in our usual club?

- - Yes, let’s met. - I ended the conversation and took a shower. When I was ready for the night's entertainment, I called my driver Robert. One thing was clear, I wouldn't be able to sit behind the wheel tonight and I'm unlikely to return home so soon. That was my damn life.