After Daddy Had Tortured Us

A Sweet Temptation

Abigail's POV

I don't know what really transpired between these two, but for the past few days, Audrey was always hiding from him, and he didn't seem to want to be around her either.

Earlier, I told her that he wasn't joining us for lunch, so in a moment, I heard her singing happily as she came down, but the second she saw him at the table, she was lost of words.

"Hi... h—hello... ... Mr Watson," she stuttered.

Mom, I think I'm having some stomachache, so I guess... I will— You aren't going anywhere until you've finished that food. So sit down and eat, I cut in.

In an effort to get away from him sooner, she started wolfing down her meal in such a hurry that she nearly choked.

"Stop gobbling down your food just to get away from me. Take it to your room and eat. From now on, you can eat in there whenever I'm around," he told her.

As though that was what she was waiting to hear, she quickly took her food and ran upstairs.

I'm sorry for her manners, I apologize.

Next time, can you not give in to her. It will only complicate things more. I'm trying to get her to adapt and embrace living here.

"Is it a crime that I want to have my meal in peace and quiet? Can't you see that your mannerless and spoiled brat of a daughter thinks that living here is some damn entitlement?" He shouted.

Audrey is everything else but not a spoiled brat. She's just homesick, therefore finding it difficult to adjust— I don't need your stupid explanation. He interrupted.

I was still trying to explain when he got up and left.

I knew that Audrey's behavior was due to what she had found out about him.

The other day I wanted to clarify things but I had to put it aside because of her test I didn't want to cause her any distraction, but now that that was over, I had to come clean before her resentment for him turned her into something awful.

"Knock... knock.... Can I come in?"

Yes, you can, Audrey.

"Hey, Mommy. I wanted to say that I'm sorry about the thing at lunch today. I didn't mean to be rude."

Well, I would say apologies accepted, but I'm not the one whom you offended, so why not go find Mr Watson and tell him what you just said? Hearing this, she began to quiver.

Sit here, I said, pulling her next to me on the bed.

Audrey, what you found out isn't the whole truth.

I know that you believe that your father abandoned you, but he didn't. I just didn't tell him that I was pregnant or that you were his daughter. Trust me, had he known, he could have shower you with both love and care.

Mom, who are you talking about? Because from the photos my Dad was literally present when you gave birth and he even held my tiny self in his arms, remember?

Your Dad was present? I asked before realizing that she was still clueless. "Phew." I was glad her attention was so fixed on the screen that she was unable to catch on.

What?? You had a son before me? I thought I was the only child you ever gave birth to?

Wait a second, that's the same boy with Mr Watson in those photos on the shelf. You had a son with him? No wonder I keep feeling this weird attraction to him. He's my stepfather!

First thing first, he's not your stepfather, and secondly, that's not my son.

That's Trevor, the son of Mr Watson, and his wife Tracy.

"Then you must have been their surrogate. You seem closer to him than his own mother. Look, you with him at Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, even in diapers and pajamas.

I want to meet him. How come you never talk about? Is he with his mother in another country?" She finally paused, awaiting an answer.

I wasn't his surrogate mother. We just had a natural bond. But sadly, he died when he was four.

A week from now will be his posthumous 15th birthday, so I'm compiling all of his pictures and videos to gift his father.

"Awww, my heart goes out to you, Mom. Can I help you make the video?" She asked, taking over the laptop.

"You know, Mom, with the help of AI generated tools, you can turn these photos into something magnificent. For instance, it could transform his then face into what he would look like by now."

Really? Do you mean I could get to see Trevor's teenage look?

"Not only that, you would even make your photo and his hugged, she said.

Audrey, why do you hate Fredrick? I asked after she had completed the editing.

"I am Christian Mom. I don't hate people, not even bullies," she responded.

Sweetie, you said it on our first day in this house. I remember you said, "I don't like him, and I did all those things for another reason."

"Ohh, I remember now.

I actually said that trying to indicate that "I love him," which was the reason I did what I did to be closer to him.

Unfortunately, after hearing the first part, you concluded that I was talking about resentment."

Y— you love him?

"Yep, I do."

Then why have you been avoiding and acting jittery and obnoxious around him?

"That's because Nancy said to "walk on eggshells" around him or, I would end up broken and fragile like her daughter, whom her stepfather abandoned after his legitimate family came into the picture.

Nancy also said that all rich people are snob." She explained with her full attention still on the laptop.

Sweetie, who is this Nancy? I asked curiously because this was my first time hearing of her.

"I will tell you, but you have to promise not to confront her, and most importantly, you can't tell on her."

Okay, I promise that I will keep it very confidential.

"She's the lady who took me on the tour at Mr Watson's office. You can't tell him, or he will have her fired, and her poor daughter will be devastated.

Look, Audrey, first of all, not all rich people are "snob" and secondly, whenever a person tells you something and then make you promise not to tell your mother that's a red flag, never hesitate to tell, okay?

And sweetie, if your heart tells you that loving him is the right thing, then do it.

Mr Watson might seem cold and scary, but he does love children, and you gotta promise me that you will give him a chance, especially since you've agreed to live here.

"Okay, I promise. But for the record, I didn't just agree to live here. You lured me into agreeing with that story of how sad and lonely you would be if I didn't."

A Week After

Fredrick and I haven't had a real conversation ever since we moved in. I was hoping that we could talk about the past and clarify things, but..... "Phew!"

Okay, everything is now set. I'm just going to leave the clips playing so that when he walks in, his eyes will catch it right away.

Today was his late son's posthumous birthday, and like the butler said, he always spent this night in this room. No one has ever been allowed in here, so I could be dead if he caught me.

I hurriedly turned to leave, but in that instant, my face was buried into his wet chest, just a gasps, and my lips could be kissing his n****e, I had to use my palms as a blocker against this sweet temptation.

My every part was titillating and wanting to collide into his body, then my stupid brain started having doubts, so I moved backward, but he spectacularly pulled me into him. Putting us in an.. intimacy... position.

I was hoping that he wouldn't try to do dirty things with me because, right then, I was at his mercy. BTW, wasn't he supposed to be in the shower?