PREGNANT AND TRAPPED WITH MY DILFS

3.Father-in-law's voice

3: Kevin’s POV

Life was almost as boring as death itself when she came into mine.

It was a regular interview for our new set of employees, given how I'd just opened a new Texas branch and transferred the most trustworthy staff to manage it. The transfer had been followed by a round of promotions that left the lower decks open, and thus, the interviews.

However, the moment she entered my office, I knew she wouldn't pass for the role she was applying for. Not only wasn't she the target staff, there was an aura around her that made me know she would not be able to manage the stress that came with it.

I was ready to round up the interview with the formal automated speech that I'd been telling the others when she sprang to her feet with an excited glint in her eyes. I should have stopped her from pulling the curtains and turning off the lights in my office, but I didn't. I was too intrigued by her boldness and aura to do so.

The energy, I later investigated, was called dark femme, and every time I recalled our first meeting, I agreed. The length and thickness of her eyeliner, the pencil of her skirt, and the obvious stop of the black slit. She was the type they called an "office siren," and like every other man in the sight of such beauty, I was captivated.

“What are you doing? You know you could get fired for this, right?” I said with some level of threat in my voice as she leaned over and grabbed the armrests of my chair, then sat on the edge of the desk with her heels planted between my parted knees.

“I wouldn't get hired anyway.” She noticed my surprise at her deduction skills and added, “I saw it in your eyes the moment I stepped in.”

That was three minutes ago.

“Don’t think anything you do would convince me otherwise. Your resume is brilliant, but I'm sorry to inform you that you're not the one we are looking for. This is not to talk down your skills or background, it's just—”

Her index finger pressed against my lips. “Shush,” she said as she started to unbutton her shirt from the top.

She loosened the tie and let it hang loose on her neck before pulling me closer. Our faces were merely inches apart when she whispered, “Mansplaining is only hot when I ask for it.”

My heart thudded really hard in my chest, but I managed to ask, “What, then, do you want?”

I'd never felt so alive.

“You,” she smirked and placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. I think I melted there, but clearly, she wasn't done. “You looked really uninterested in the interview, and I could tell it was something from your soul. So, I'm going to elevate it and keep you yearning for more.”

“How?” I asked as she trailed her seductive index finger, adorned with red, almond-shaped French-tip nails, down my chest. An endearing chill followed every path she touched.

“I want you to f**k me.” She grabbed my face and kissed my cheeks, straddling me in the process. “And I promise it'll be the best f**k of your life.”

At that moment, I knew once more that I should send her out. Call security or throw her out of my office building myself. Anyone could walk in on us. But I found myself considering her option instead.

I'd gone to clubs in search of this, but none ever seemed to scratch that itch, and I was planning to retire early after this and travel the world. So why not give it a chance?

“Your secretary could come in here at any time. Make your decision fast,” she said as she nestled her flaming wet crotch on the tent I was nesting in my pants.

“You leave me no choice, do you?” I closed my eyes and found her lips, and she did the same, kissing me hard and grinding against me.

“This is my most successful job interview,” she'd moaned in between us throwing our clothes all over the place. I never got to ask what she meant by that, but just like she said, I'd sought her desperately every day after that.

That was until she stopped picking up my calls and became unreachable. Then, my son showed me a picture of the woman he'd marry.

It was all of a sudden. I'd threatened to give his inheritance to the orphanage if he didn't show me a wife and settle down. Of course, I wouldn't really do that. This was my life's work and I just wanted him to take over earlier with a sense of responsibility while I retired. But instead of calling her out, I'd waited to see her again—and now she was pregnant?

It had to be my child or no one else's. No, I wasn't being selfish; I just couldn't bear the thought of the woman I love birthing another man's child, even if the other man was my own son.

So imagine my joy when the bastard decided to leave his wife in my care for some business trip that she is a million times worth more than. I couldn't wait to spend time alone with her.

But then her stepfather decided to join the mix.

If he was her actual dad, I wouldn't be so worried, but it's past dinner time and those two still haven't left her room since he went in to fetch her for dinner. I resorted to eating alone. The food would have gone cold, but I was done waiting.

I pushed my chair backward and stood up. Patience was not a virtue I could afford to have right now. I stormed all the way to the second guest room. Empty—although I'd hoped he was tucked in and snoring.

That left the master bedroom. The door was slightly open, allowing me to take a peek at what was going on.

I frowned.

“It's okay, dear. I promise everything will be okay. I'll see to it myself.”

It wasn't weird at all that her stepdad was rubbing her bare upper back and calling her ‘dear.’ What I found most disturbing was the fact that her head was resting on his shoulder while he sat up, resting his back on the headboard. It wasn't just that. The huge duvet was also covering both their legs up to the hips, and Lyra had droopy eyes.

Shouldn't that be his cue to leave?

As if he read my mind, he snapped his head in my direction. I swiftly withdrew, pressing my back flat against the wall and holding my breath with a hand pressing on my chest to calm the hammering.

Why did I hide? I did nothing wrong.

But despite this conviction, I thought it better to let them be. Some families had weird dynamics, and he was probably just putting her to bed.

I went to the couch and turned on the TV, setting the volume to the lowest so I wouldn't wake her. The plan was to stay out until he came out and then confront him, but I didn't know when I slept off.