My Mother's Boyfriend

SHAMELESS

Chapter 2.

“Where is Comelince?” He posed.

“Dad?” I whispered.

He was standing right before me. Before I even raised my eyes. I had a weird intuition. I opened my eyes to confirm my fears. Fears! It wasn’t my dad. His feet were dark and well built. Probably from jogging or running. His feet in push in sandals. Doc was not Michael’s body tone. My father really did shorts. Ask my eyes rolled up to have a clear picture of this rigid body, I started to gather my thoughts. That short of a moment I thought that it was my father. My feelings ran from embarrassment to shock. I was wrong. I smelled the wrong perfume How exactly did he manage to put up my father’s?

“Are you afraid of something little damsel?” He soothed.

“No.”

“C'mon, you’re too pretty to be pitiful and thoughtful. Tell me, did Comelince shout at you?”

“No.”

I felt him stretching his hand towards me. I still avoided looking at him. At his face. Who was him? Why was he insisting? Why was he acting so nice? And as if all his seductive but shrewd advances weren’t enough, he squatted in a bid to come face to face with me. Poor him. He failed. I maintained the innocent girl diagonal downcast look. I had a rough guess of who he was. My moods moved from shock Back to embarrassment. This was Frankie! The gym instructor.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ahaha, darling daughter. Your mother said she was in the house. I felt like just picking her up as I dropped my other client. Who is lives in the next apartment.” He uttered inconsistently.

“Oh.” I filled in.

“You know I improved my services. Nowadays I do 'Pick and Drop' for loyal customers. Just like deliveries. Hahaha.” He added.

“Wow.” I giggled.

My eyes remained downcast. I was staring at a big embarrassment. Frankie’s loins. When ‘bootie' shakes, men say the lady is probably not in her panties. My grandmother calls it “commando-style”. I didn’t know how to describe Frankie. His ‘Powerstation’ was protruding hard. Like the baby’s head out of the pelvis in the labor ward. An imminent delivery loading indeed!

“Look…maybe my approach was wrong, forgive me babygirl.” He said sluggishly.

“It’s okay.”

“Where is she?”

I pointed I pointed with my chin towards The master bedroom door. My mother was still talking on her phone. He walked towards the door. I stood up in disbelief. He wasn’t afraid. Was that the nature of gym instructors?

He carefully turned the doorknob. The door did not open. She had locked it from inside.

“Let me.” I interrupted him.

“ Pleasure, darling.”

“ Will you wait in the living room, please?”

“ Of course.”

I never liked his contact. But his body was irresistible to look at. In the whole estate, women from all walks of life went crazy at the talk of his body. Adult women talked about him in the salons. The married women viewed his pictures and followed him on social media. Young girls whispered in small groups While others had him as their wallpaper.

“Make it quick sweetheart. The session is almost.” He shouted.

As he walked, his body muscles went inward and outward. The scapula bones moved as he swayed his hands. His thigh muscles nabbed his buttocks as if he was making love. I wanted to run and jump onto his back, but I remembered that I was his friend's daughter. More friendliness wasn’t required at this point.

I knocked on the door.

“Mom!”

She opened immediately and gave me a traditional look. I knew that I had to speak fast before she recalled taboos and customs that only applied to the fast-growing me. Limiting my creativity inside our own house! That I was never to get out of my room in my booty shorts because if I did, I will wetting my bed at my marital home. That I should never walk braless even on the International Braless Day because if I did, I would possess baggage of sagging boobs in my entire life!

“It’s Frankie.’ I stated.

Her big eyes enlarged. I lost not her eye contact. I gathered my Communication Skills lessons urgently and started to analyze every detail. She walked past me hastily then she paused and looked back. I knew she was avoiding me. Yes.

“You remember the red dress I had bought online?”

I nodded.

“It isn’t fitting. Get it from my wardrobe. It’s all yours.” She said softly.

Did she just fake a smile? Was she misleading me from the little leads I was gathering? Her face was lit with a spark of sudden excitement. I made a false energetic start to enter the room. No sooner had she disappeared in a hallway than I made my way towards them. I peeped!

“You…” She started off.

“Me?” He cut in.

He spread his arms for her. She stood like a slave in the presence of her male lord. She fell into his arms.

“I said I’m coming.” She persisted.

“And I came to pick you.” He replied.

He didn’t let her go. He raised his face and his eyes met mine.

“Hush.” I cursed!

He wasn’t scared of me. He remained still as if he was used to it. I peeped again to confirm my inference. He was still there. Looking at me. He smirked then went on to lower his veiny hard onto my mom’s sittings. He bit his lip, winked at me, and squeezed my mom. She never resisted!

“Stop it, Frankie.” She moaned.

“You sure?” He roared.

He wanted me to see all this. He enjoyed the humiliation he was causing. He was intimidating me. I ran into my mom’s room and locked the door behind me. I dropped onto the conflicted marital and like Christ, I found myself weeping silently and bitterly for my dad. He was a good man. Frankie had been so close to my father. He has been his gym instructor since their childhood days. I grabbed a pillow and cried louder. I wanted to shout at Frankie, but I felt helpless. The little interlocution they had proved one thing.

It was too late.

I wanted to warn my mom that Dad was on his way home. But did she even deserve the 'help'? I was caught in between playing the hero and playing along.

The doorbell rang. I rushed to the window and stretched my neck to the right, you could see the main front door from it. And right there, stood my most adorable human in his jeans and tee. My dad.