Sinfully Yours, Mr. G

Trying To Behave

Chapter 6

Graham's POV

We fell asleep tangled together. I woke to bright light and a voice calling,

“Janessa! Janessa!” her mother’s voice snapped me into the world.

My eyes flew open. I recalled everything from last night. Her silk gown was at my feet now. The smell of Janessa clinging to the pillow.

I scrambled. She was awake in an instant. Sliding off the bed. Wrapping my robe around herself like a woman on a mission.

“Stay here,” I hissed. I handed her her silk nightgown. “Put this on instead.”

I put on my sweatpants and a shirt, fingers shaking. Her mother’s voice was getting louder.

“Janessa!” she called, her voice somewhere between worried and angry.

I stepped out, but there was no one. The voice was still talking, fainter out in the hall.

I got back in. The voice was louder here. Janessa adjusted her bonnet with one hand, the other searching the bed.

She finally found her phone. Her mother was on the line.

Fuck. Thank God.

It was just a phone call she picked in her sleep. How would I have explained to her mum- my friend and neighbor that I was sleeping with her?

If she found out, she wouldn’t just cut me off. She’d hate me. She’d call me a predator, right?

Even though Janessa was 23. I was 46. She’d be right, based on our history. The thought made me sweat through my shirt.

“I was sleeping mum,” she said, voice steady but low.

“Oh,” came my mother’s voice, softer. “Okay, sorry to wake you. Ivy and I are home for Alesha's graduation.”

I stayed at the door until she finished the call. We were both shaking but when Janessa looked at me with those sleepy eyes, gown strap slipping off her- all I wanted was to drag her back under the sheets.

God help me. I pressed a wet kiss to her lips and forehead. “Breathe.”

She breathed and I helped her sneak to the girls room. And thought: if we are ever found out- by her mother or Alesha- what then?

Soon, the girls woke up. Had a chaotic breakfast. Got ready and then the house was empty.

Alesha, Janessa and I walked over to Janessa’s house for lunch, courtesy of her mother, Monique and her mother's partner Ivette.

As we all chatted I couldn't help staring at Janessa.

Replaying how she tasted, how she felt against me, her voice when she cried in pleasure. I wanted to rip her out of the room and never let her go.

It'd been ages I felt this way.

She caught my eye and stuck her tongue out. I almost smiled. But then cut it off.

Monique had gotten me a limited edition construction boots, and Alesha an Ipad with headphones- as souvenirs.

Then a three week-long all expense paid trip for her graduation. And here I was getting hard for her daughter.

“Graham, you didn't tell me you're seeing someone,” she teased, pointing at my neck.

I froze. Everyone turned to me. Alesha’s eyes went wide. Janessa smirked like the devil herself. It was a hickey, no hickeys.

“You’ve got that guilty look, Caldwell,” Ivette added, her voice low, mocking. “What are you hiding?”

“Dad?” Alesha’s tone was sharp. “Is it that serious with Dr. Liz?”

“None of your business, young lady,” I snapped, too quick.

I cleared my throat, grasping at straws. “Monique, this is just a site accident. Don’t go celebrating just yet.”

“You sure?” Ivette leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “Funny. Hickeys don’t usually come from power tools.”

Janessa’s leg brushed mine under the table- slow, deliberate. My body reacted like I was twenty, but my brain screamed: stop. Not here.

I wanted to pull away, but I wanted it…and more. Instead I exhaled.

“Ivette, you ladies just got back and you're nit picking at my love life, of course I'm in a hot seat.” I answered.

“Oh relax,” Monique laughed, though her eyes were still bright. “It’d just be nice to see you with someone.”

“You never spill the details man, we just want to know.” Ivette replied.

“Yeah, Mr. G,” Janessa said, biting her lips and licking her spoon. “So Dr. Liz gives you hickeys now?”

I glared at her but she only smirked. “Who is she? We can help you out.”

“Tell us, Dad,” Alesha nudged. “Is Liz really your girlfriend? You always act so secretive.”

Dr. Liz. A name I hadn’t thought of in months. A woman I’d seen, off and on, but nothing serious. Nothing like this. Nothing like Janessa.

But I couldn’t say that.

“Dad, I may not be around much now I’m graduating,” Alesha continued. “You can date. I keep telling you. I’m not a kid anymore.”

“I know, Princess,” I murmured.

She nodded, half-smiling. “Just promise you won’t date anyone close to me. That’d be… weird.”

How weird? I wanted to ask. My throat locked up.

Janessa and I stared at each other, heat passing between us like fire under the surface.

Ivette’s eyes flicked from her to me, sharp as knives. “Messy, more like,” she said quietly.

I quickly looked away. Worried Ivette may catch on to something.

“Janessa, where were you at night, I didn't see you,” Alesha asks.

Janessa chokes on her drink.

“Oh baby, be careful,” Monique hands her a napkin.

Now it was my turn to smile, but I couldn't.

“I was there. Just that I couldn't sleep, so at intervals I went down for milk.”

“Strange, cos when I called this morning you were snoring like a man.” Monique laughs.

Janessa's gaze fixed on me, “I guess the night activities wore me out.”

She dangled her cutlery and it fell to the ground. She bent under the table to pick it up. Stroking my thighs and hard d**k.

My whole body went rigid.

I forced myself to keep eating, but my fork shook in my grip.

“Graham?” Ivette’s voice cut through,“You okay?”

Janessa got up, her feet replaced her hands, pressing harder. My pulse almost broke through my throat.

“Fine,” I croaked. “Just spice down the wrong pipe.”

“Janessa pour him some water,” Monique says.

She did and pressed the glass to my lips. I gulped and she slowly dabbed my chin, rubbing on my chest.

“Janessa,” Monique scolds, “he's a grown man, not a baby.”

“Every man is a baby mum,” she jokes. “Even Mr. G.”

“Well he's not yours, he's like your daddy. I can't believe you still enjoy troubling him after all this time.”

Monique said, and the word hit me square in the chest.

Daddy.

My throat went dry.

I should’ve shut it down, told Janessa to behave. Even told Monique it was fine.

Instead, when she replied softly, “I’m sorry, you're right. He is my daddy,” my body lit up like a fuse.

Guilt and hunger, welded together. Making me feel like a simp and a caveman.

“Auntie you won't believe they didn't recognize themselves when they met.” Alesha interjects.

As they laughed, sharing stories, I forced myself to laugh too. But my hands were fists under the table.

I wasn’t just in danger of being caught.

I was in danger of not wanting to stop. Because my body now had a mind of it's own for Janessa.

Then my phone buzzed and a message appeared.

From Dr. Liz: *“We need to see. It's urgent.”