Forbidden Pleasure

TETE A TETE

CHAPTER 4

TETE A TETE

AGATHA

It was chance I knew Leonard wouldn't object to. In fact, I was already expecting an apology from him the next time we saw.

After my mom went to her room, I slid back into the chair. He smelled of roseberries. I wondered if that was in his cream or perfume.

"I mistook you for someone else," he finally said.

"I know," I replied.

"Yet, you didn't say anything."

"Obviously."

"Why didn't you say a word?" he asked. "Would you have me believe that you wanted a man like me to treat you like a slut?"

"If you would treat a slut like one, what difference would I make?"

"You're my friend's daughter. It's not supposed to happen." That actually sounded genuine coming from him.

"But it did."

He watched me closely, as he if could read my mind by just staring. Ragardless, I liked the attention. Those icy blue eyes of his boring into me. If only they could stand erect.

"Maybe we shouldn't do that again," Leonard said.

Wait, was he asking me to agree with him or disagree with him? Because it sounded like an open statement.

"You're asking me to make the decision, aren't you?" I said.

"I am."

I sighed. My heart was beating earnestly. My relationship with Jared was over and I wasn't sure if I'd get into another one that soon. And it wasn't just about dating someone, it was also about how that person made you feel.

And in one night, Leonard Blackwell had made me feel a lot of things I hadn't thought were possible.

I shook my head. "I don't think I can say anything about that," I told him, and that was the truth.

He nodded as if he understood me. "If you were someone else, I would have insisted we complete what was started."

That sentence brought another rush of excitement and liquid to my p***y. Who was this man and why did he wield this kind of power over me?

I thought my humanly pleasures were as cold as ice, but he seemed to know how to thaw me.

"But since I'm whatever I am, you can't make a decision?" I asked.

"You know how long I've known your father for?" he asked me.

"I don't. How long?"

"A very long time. I wasn't expecting what happened to him to really happen."

"I never met you before," I said. "So that means you stayed away even when my dad left us."

"I reached out a helping hand," Leonard put out.

I nodded. "I see what you're doing right now. You're trying to make up an excuse for not being around, aren't you?"

He said nothing. And his silence made me think I was right.

"So you helped my mom and I for how long? Sixteen years? Was it to help you clear your guilty conscience?"

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What guilty conscience? What are you talking about, Agatha?"

"That maybe you know something about my father's death. Maybe you were actually involved and that is the reason why you actually decided to help us?"

"Like I said, Agatha, I have known your father for a very long time. And losing your father at such a young age, I couldn't bear to watch someone else go through that."

"Someone else?"

He leaned back in the chair and folded his hands across his chest. Those strong hands which had grabbed my head just so he could control the tempo as he mouth-f****d me.

"I lost mine when I was your age too, Agatha," Leonard confessed. "And I didn't have any other sibling, just my mom and I. She wasn't that strong as your mother is, Agatha. She joined him a week later and left me to fend for myself."

That brought sadness to my heart. "That's rough. I'm sorry."

"Losing them wasn't really compared to what I faced in foster care, Agatha. You get to meet boys twice your age and all they actually know is how big their d***s are, even at that age. Did a couple of stuff with the girls there too."

"Didn't anyone complain?"

"You complain, you get shipped out," he said. "And where you're going next, they won't say nice things about you to the new parents. They'd say, he complains a lot so don't really take him serious."

That was serious but I actually found myself laughing at that sort of situation. He joined me too.

"Hilarious narrative, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed. There was cold outside but the house had good heating system so I wasn't bothered with what I wore. On the other hand, I could tell he was. Noticed his eyes running around my body, and landing at very precise locations.

I could have worn something more decent, but it seemed I wasn't really thinking straight that night.

If there was any edge or tension between us, it fled. And it kinda felt we've known each other for some time.

"I'm sorry for blaming you for my father's death," I apologized.

"It's nothing. What's something is that we both got off on the wrong foot."

"The wrong foot?"

"When you walked in earlier," Leonard said. "Mistaken identity."

"Uhm, yeah, yeah."

A pause.

Then, "Did you like it?" he asked.

I nodded once.

"Me too," he said. "And I lubed off later after your mother intruded."

I wouldn't put it that way. How was it even an intrusion? My mother lived in the house. She just came home while we were at it.

Well, I was kinda glad the lady he called over hadn't shown up. Yeah, it was his house technically speaking, but how the hell would I feel knowing he was dipping that huge c**k of his right inside of her?

"I'd like to show you something," I said, getting to my feet.

"What's that?" he asked.

"You'll have to follow me," I told him, and faced the door.

"Outside?" he asked. It was still drizzling.

"No. I'd like to show you my bedroom."