I'm In Love With His Son

A Pain In The Heart

Fred's POV

My dad has always been my role model. I grew up loving how hard-working he was. The love and admiration his status has always drawn to us; his family from the society was worth it. Being the first son of Don Santos was considered a rare opportunity. His nickname "Don Santos" Has become so famous that I often forget that wasn't his real name. My mom is the only one who still calls his real name "Frey".

My dad has always been a wise and tricky man. While these unique features helped him build his fame and popularity, it has also made him a womanizer, as his sugar-coated tongue has always lured ladies to his bed effortlessly.

I caught him stealing lustful gazes at the lady talking to him at the reception that morning. I saw how he scanned through her physique while I walked past them. It is evident from how she acted that she had spent the night at the hotel.

I wondered if my dad also spent the night with her because he hadn't come home the previous night.

Don Santos, my dad, was widely known for being reserved and humble despite his wealth. He was the people's person as he always made sure he carried those around him along. But that doesn't stop him from wanting everything on a blouse and skirt. He had explicitly built an executive lounge for his promiscuous weekend bliss with ladies in Don Santos. A lounge for himself.

I can't tell if my dad truly loved my mom or if all he felt for her was respect and value since she has always been there with him from the onset of his life. He played his dirty games far from home and always ensured none of the ladies disrespected my mom, whom he termed "His first lady." He had a beautiful colossal photo frame of her hanging on his office wall. I've always wondered how those ladies manage to have their way with him there, staring at the photo frame of his wife. I guessed money has power, indeed.

My mind returned to the lady I saw with my dad this morning. She was so beautiful and advanced. I wasn't shocked, tho; my dad had great taste, and he had never settled for just anyone but the high-class and clean ladies.

I remembered her instructing a young man who looked like her chauffeur to help her carry her bag to the car as I walked closer to them. I guessed she was one of Dad's side hen like Mom always addressed them. But she looked wealthy and like a woman who knew her onions.

"What if they were just business partners, and I was overthinking things? But which business partner comes so early for an appointment during weekends? For all I know, she might be married". My thought was interrupted by the cheerful shout of fans watching football. I paused for a few minutes and watched the replay of how my favorite team player had scored the goal brilliantly.

"No! I'm not wrong; I'm very correct. My dad spent the night with her," I shouted, but the hearty cheer and noise from the overjoyed Crowd couldn't let anyone hear me.

I remembered seeing her in Dad's branded boots. Those boots were yet to be launched. I was at the fashion house yesterday, and they were out of boots. They only had the new designs that were yet to be launched. I am sure he has ordered them to deliver the boot because he has a tradition of always gifting his lovers from his brand after spending time with him. He wouldn't want a beautiful woman like her to be an exemption, and the way he had given her a farewell hug was similar to what he had always done to others.

I reminisce on how she had gazed at me. My heart skipped a beat when our gaze met, and I had to quickly throw my face in the opposite direction.

"Who could she be? What's her name?" I questioned and watched Marian approaching my direction.

I was used to Dad's and his women's saga. But there was something different about this particular lady that I couldn't place. A part of me felt right thinking about her, which was weird. What's so special about an advanced lady who graced my dad's bed for a reason best known to her? Because money wasn't the issue, she was wealthy.

"Lucky you, your team is winning," Mariam said as we hugged.

"I know, right? I always knew this game was ours," I bragged while she narrowed her eyes, and we both giggled.

"Hope you are happy now, Fred? I mean genuinely happy?" She asked with concern, and I took a deep breath.

"I'm trying my best," I replied and smiled at her.

"Rhoda doesn't want to listen to me. She is so heartbroken. She believed I wrote that Ietter just like everyone else does," I said calmly, and Miriam rolled her eyes as she patted my hands.

"I was set up, Miriam. I don't know who wrote that letter. I wonder who is interested in spoiling my reputation in my final year. " I sighed and held Miriam's hands. I noticed it was shaking.

"Miriam, please help me. Help me win Rhoda back," I pleaded with a teary eye. Mariam looked at me for a few seconds without saying a word, and within a twinkle of an eye, I felt her lips glued to mine. I was dumbfounded as I pulled myself away from her.

"I'm sorry, Fred". She stuttered and threw her face away. I was too shocked to utter a word.

"I'm in love with you, and I want you." she cried.

"Did you frame me up? Did you draft that letter?" I asked, fuming with rage.

"No, never! I can't try such a thing. I am not an evil witch." Miriam replied confidently.

I sighed as I stared at Marian, who was shaky all over. She was a beautiful girl who would turn eighteen in a few days. Her chocolate complexion and beautiful physique were worthy of admiration. But I have never viewed her in such a way that she wanted. While staring at her, I had a flashback of the advanced lady I saw with my dad. She was so beautiful that I wondered how the young version of her would have been.

"I'm sorry, Miriam; I wished I felt the same about you. I don't want to hurt you by lying to you just to get you on my bed. And beside John is my best friend, who is obviously in love with you. Why not give him a chance? Who knows." I managed to say and patted her shoulder before leaving.

I felt so down and confused. The last time I felt this way was when I walked in on my dad with a lady making out in his office. They were having an intense romance, and I had forgotten to knock at the door. He yelled at me and never apologized or said anything afterward.

I felt so empty as I walked away from the premises. I couldn't get the strange lady I had seen with my dad off my thoughts, and my girlfriend Rhoda had been avoiding me over a letter I had no idea where it came from claiming I was gay and wanted to make out with my best friend, John. John has also been avoiding me since then to avoid more scandals since the letter has raised suspicious eyebrows about us in school. And now the only friend who has stuck by me even with the scandals, Miriam, has just ruined everything by confessing feelings for me when I had thought she would help reunite Rhoda and me. "How would John feel knowing his crush since grade nine was in love with his best friend?" I wondered.

"All these will be over soon," I assured myself as I walked towards where I had parked my automated bicycle.