In love with my father's wife

Chapter two

“You marry me instead,” he said bluntly, his hand proceeding to brush against mine, lingering for a moment too long.

I recoiled instinctively, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over me at his touch.

I felt a chill run down my spine at his proposal, the discomfort growing with each passing moment.

“Are you crazy?” I blurted out, unable to hide the disbelief in my voice. “Or do you think I am crazy? Why would I run from a hard place to get in bed with a rock?”

He took a step back. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling his eyes boring into me like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Because this time, you get to choose the side of the bed you lay on, you can even throw in a duvet if you choose,”

he countered, leaning closer, he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering on my skin. I flinched at the sudden intimacy, swatting his hand away before it could go any further.

“Who knows, you might like it.” he added, his words dripping with insinuation.

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising sense of unease.

“What’s in it for you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man leaned in close again, his cologne enveloping me in an intoxicating haze as he dropped his card on the table with a smirk.

"That’s for me to know," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. “Call me when you realize your voicemail is going to get deleted.”

And with that, he left.

He was cold and calculating perhaps even more than my father and likely older as well.

Definitely not the kind of man I should get involved in, but then again so was Fred. Ugh.

“Give me five shots, the strongest thing you have.” I said to the bartender after calling his attention.

He looked at me unsure but did as he was told.

Immediately I dropped the first empty glass, I heard the most knee melting voice I ever heard in my life.

“Easy, gorgeous,” he said, his voice like velvet, sending shivers down my spine. The warmth enveloped me, and I swung around to find myself face to face with a man who could only be described as captivating. And then, his gaze held mine, intense yet inviting, as if daring me to take a chance.

His tousled blond hair framed a face sculpted by the gods, with chiseled jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. His lips curved into a mischievous grin, revealing a set of perfect teeth.

Christian Pearson, I have had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, he was a senior when I was still in middle school, but of course he never noticed me.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, drawn to his magnetic presence like a moth to a flame. At that moment, the world around us faded into the background, and I could only see him.

"What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a low-end bar like this?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and genuine interest, making me feel seen in a way I hadn't in a long time.

His words had washed over me like a warm breeze, igniting a spark of excitement within me. This was the kind of encounter I had only dreamed of, and now it was happening right before my eyes.

Gorgeous? Pretty? I guess he was just as drunk as I was and there was no way I had the guts to sit still while Christian flirts with me.

“I was actually just leaving,” I said and got up from the bar stool and headed out.

“Interesting, so was I.” He said walking right behind me.

“Are you going to tell me your name or should we keep playing hide and seek?” He said after we were outside the bar.

I smiled, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic charm. "Isabella." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through me.

"Like the flowers," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief and promise.

Maybe its because we just got out of the noisy bar or because I was drunk as f**k but his voice was like music to my ears as he spoke.

"I have a pickup in my head somewhere but I'm too wasted to remember."

He gave me a 'take of your panties' smirk.

"Not wasted enough to have forgotten that killer smile I see."

I laughed.

"Ah..., you got me, Isabella, guilty as found. I'm Christian."

He extended his hand for a shake.

"Call me bella." I accepted his hand and almost gasped at the raw sexuality he exuded.

"Bella? Like from Twilight?" He c****d a brow.

"You've seen twilight?" I asked him curiously.

"Yeah it's a great series, why do you sound so surprised?"

"Maybe 'cause you're the first guy I've met who's admitting to having enjoyed it. They all try to wave it off like it was some flaw or a taboo for a guy to like a paranormal movie."

"Perhaps they think it affects their manliness." He said jokingly.

"What about you?" I challenged myself, looking into his eyes.

"Me?" His voice became lower or was it my imagination?

"You're not scared of your masculinity?" I refused to back down.

He smiled and grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him and I felt the heat and strength radiating from him.

"My masculinity is quite . . . Solid." He said slowly into my ears.

My knees wanted to turn into jelly.

"You sound quite articulate for a drunk person."

I said striving to change the subject as he let me go.

"I'm pretty good at faking it. What about you, you sound very . . . " He paused and it looked like he was considering his choice of words. "Pre-drunk."

"You mean sober?"

"Whatever you wish to call it." He raised his hands in mock surrender.

"I guess you're not the only one good at faking." I smiled at him. I couldn't remember the last time I had this much fun.

"What else might you be faking?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, noticing his eyes took on a devilish glint.

He came closer and trailed a long, neatly trimmed finger up my arm, and then to my shoulder leaving goosebumps all over the places he touched.

He stopped at my neck to caress and watched the blush come to my face and he asked gently; "Is this fake?"

"No," I replied softly. I was already starting to feel breathless, no one had ever paid attention to me like this before, not even my ex-fiance.

He slipped his fingers into my hair and cradled the back of my head while slowly massaging and dropping small fluttering kisses on my neck. I leaned back and almost fell but his other hand was on my waist keeping me steady.

I could feel the heat of his body even through my clothes. I couldn't help the moan that slipped through my lips.

"Was that fake?" He whispered into my ears.

"N-no."

He withdrew his hand from my head but before I could protest, the same hand slid into my shirt and cupped my breast. Through the ecstasy I was feeling I heard him groan and I knew he could feel my hardened n****e through my cotton bra.

"What about that?" He sounded out of breath and I was glad to know my effect on him.

Instead of giving him an answer, my breath grew frantic and I started to claw both our clothes. Needed to be with him skin to skin, needed him as much as I needed my next breath. Perhaps more.

*****

After hours filled with incessant love making in the seedy motel close to the bar and the sweet conversations in between, Christian looked at me like I was the only one in his world.

“I like you Isabella, I would love to spend more time together with you.”

“I like you too.” I smiled back at him.

“Promise you won’t disappear in the morning.” He said as his eyes drifted close.

“I promise.” I replied even though I wasn’t sure he could hear me.

As I thought about the wonderful night, I had just had my phone beeped, it was a text from my brother.

‘They know where you are, they are coming from you. Don’t ask me for any more favors.’

My world came crashing down as I read the words.

I put my clothes on and ran out of the room, I pulled out the card the old man from earlier gave me as I thought about my last resort. I had no choice.

I put my phone to my ear as I waited anxiously for him to answer the call.

“I accept your offer,” I said as soon as he answered the call.

“Tell me where you are, we are getting married this weekend.”

And that was the beginning of the dramatic turn my life had taken.