A One Night Stand With My Son

Chapter 6. On The Anniversary Night

HENRY'S POV,

As I sat there listening to her confession, I began to have flashbacks of what happened on the anniversary night. It's an unforgettable moment.

I came home from a friend's party that night. The minute I stepped into the house, the phone rang. The receptionist, on the other end, said that my mother had threatened to commit suicide if my Dad didn't show up.

Panicking I called him, but he said that he was too engaged with work and he could not make it to their date.

Fearing that she might go through with the threat of hurting herself, I went over to where she was to comfort her.

As I entered the room, my mind was blown by the elite decorations. The sweet, scented perfume filled the air. Written on the bed with roses was, "Happy Sparkling Twentieth Darling." They had me two years before their marriage. The pregnancy was an accident. Since they were already betrothed, it was decided to get them married as soon as possible, but my mother insisted that she graduate from college before getting married.

I took another look around the room. This was the exact way I always imagined my own special moments, but sadly, all the girls I had dated were not willing to go this far. They believe that the guy should be the one making the efforts. I was overwhelmed by the sight that I forgot the reason I was here.

I heard her walk up behind me. I began to turn around, but she ordered.

“Don't turn!

My heart began to pound faster and faster. Before I could introduce myself, her finger touched my neck, and a kiss was planted on that spot, giving me the chills.

Her hands went from the sides of my head and down to my neck, out to my shoulders and down to my chest. It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath out.

My senses were back, I turned around to make her stop, but as we were facing each other, that person did not look anything like my mom.

She was bewitching and sexy. The dress she wore was a net kind. Her bare skin could be seen through it.

She stares into my eyes and smiles. Her two hands grabbed my left hand, and she placed my open palm on her heart, Her eyes exude love, needs, and desires.

I swallowed, feeling my heart thud in my chest. Our position made my skin prickled.

Her lips met mine, and the world melted away.

I finally gave in, embracing the moment. With my eyes clenched shut, her warm breath felt like a summer breeze. Her delicious lips melted like chocolate in my mouth. She uttered a delightful moan as my tongue played with hers.

The kissing intensified with scintillating touches and stimulating gestures. I plunged my tongue deeper and deeper, savoring the taste.

Henry? Are you listening to me? It's okay if you don't want to hear it.

Hearing my mother's voice drew me back to reality, and I gave her my undivided attention.

Hence, she continues to explain,

Sweetheart, I knew that you could be disgusted and disappointed with my behavior. That's why I tried to end my life the other day. The doctor was right. I didn't overdose myself by mistake. It was intentional. After I kicked you out and then you swore not to talk to me anymore until at my funeral, I tried reaching out to make amends, but you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore.

I felt so guilty for harboring such awful feelings for my own child. I never wanted anyone to find out, and I didn't know how to stop it either, so I thought that dying was the option. Because this was a very shameful thing, never had such been done or heard about in this town and probably the whole world. I didn't want to ruin your life out of my own selfish gain.

Well, I couldn't have lived either if I found out that you killed yourself to protect me. I said with my mind because I was speechless.

"Henry, I'm so sorry that you had to hear this. But don't be alarmed. It's just temporary, I will get over it in no time, trust me."

But please, Henry, can we stop this payback madness already? I just don't want us to keep fighting ourselves. Do you remember our slogan "Two of us against them? She asked me.

I nod my head because even if I had said a word, it couldn't have come out. It was like I had lost my vocals.

Thank you for your understanding. It means a great deal to me. Now, I do feel like the burden is off my shoulders.

She then excused herself and left.

My mind became more disarray upon hearing this. My subconscious mind was excited to learn that she also felt that extremed connection. It urged me to let her know how I felt, too, but my conscience wouldn't allow me.

Telling her would raise a bigger conflict and ruin the special mother and son relationship we have had over the years.

I vowed to myself never to let her or anyone else find out about my feelings for her. I could do everything in my power to get over her because I am not a pervert!

THREE MONTHS LATER

This batch of affiliates was the best this company ever had. Over the months, even though I was in charge of training them, I did learn a whole lot from them.

Working with Mom these two months made me discover yet another side of her that I didn't know existed. She did have a dynamic personality. Always bringing up new ideas and strategies and doing her tasks very professionally. To reward all of her hard work and to give her more exposure, I decided that she would take over as the executive director. Not that I wasn't good at my job, but I knew that with her guidance, this place would become the best. I had degrees, but she had wisdom.

How did you learn so much about the stock market? I asked her?

Your Dad was my tutor back then when I was still in high school. After I graduated, he encouraged me to study business, and then he became my mentor. She said, smiling. He was so passionate about marketing.

If Dad had that much passion, why did he choose a different career path?

I asked her as we sat at the breakfast table. She nearly choked on her food.

Oh.. uh... yeah, he changed his career because of the pressure from his parents. Yeah, his parents made he switched.

There was something off with the way she reacted to my question, and this answer sounded almost like a made-up one. But I didn't give it much thought because I didn't want to pry.

She kept smiling when talking about him, which showed just how much she loved him. How could she still love him this much? He had been a total jerk of a husband for as long as I could remember.

Every now and then, when I see how good of a wife she is, I can't help but wish that she was mine. She was a testament to the kind of wife I had always wanted since I was a kid.

Nevertheless, I guess that she was already over me. Whatever she felt from that night was just a mare delusional connection, and now she was over it.