In The Arms Of My Mother's Fiance

Chapter 3 - What A Coincidence!

Armando’s POV:

“Malisa, when is your daughter going to arrive?” I walked into the kitchen, seeing my girlfriend cooking a grand dinner for us. My new family. Which is her, her daughter and me.

It has always been one of the things I craved –to have my own family.

“She should be here soon. Her flight should have ended.” Malisa replied. I was excited to meet my new step-daughter. Or at least, not yet. Not until her mother and I get married.

I was not so sure of having a grown up step daughter at first when Malisa broke the news to me, but for the love I have for her, I knew it would be easy loving her daughter as if she were mine.

“Or should I go pick her up at the airport? Will she find it easy to get here?” I asked, wrapping my hands around Malisa’s waist and pecking her temple.

“No, don't worry. She will be here very soon.” Malisa said confidently so I let it be.

As I walked into the living area, the doorbell chimed.

“That should be her, Armando.” Malisa yelled from the kitchen, “I'll set the table. Dinner is ready.”

I looked at my outfit once more, making sure I was looking presentable. I wore a blue sweater over my off-white dress pants.

The doorbell chimed again and I briskly walked to the door, putting on a smile to welcome a new member of my family.

Opening the door, I was met with a girl with a hoodie over her head and her duffel bag covering up her face. Her other luggage was resting beside her leg.

“Is this Armando Garcia’s house?” Her muffled voice boomed out.

“Yes. Let me help with the bag.” I aimed to carry the duffel bag off her face, but she held it tightly.

“Please, help me with my luggage instead.” She said and I opened the door wider for her to go in before grabbing her luggage and following behind her.

“Watch your steps.” I said, but instead she dropped her duffel bag and turned around to greet me.

What I just wasn't expecting was to see the same girl that had rocked my world and wouldn't leave my mind for days to be the daughter of my girlfriend.

It almost felt like a slap to my face.

And before I could react or say anything, Malisa had rushed into the living area with a beaming smile on her face.

“Nina!”

Oh, so her name is Nina. We never exchanged names or anything. I had left the hotel before she woke up because I had done something I wasn't supposed to do.

I was in a serious relationship. And it turns out the wild girl I met at the bar and had a crazy one-night stand was the daughter of the woman I was going to be marrying in a few weeks.

How f****d up can my situation get?

“Armando, this is my daughter. Nina. She's pretty isn't she?” Malisa’s question snapped me out of my thoughts.

I quickly plastered a smile on my face and replied, “Yes, she is very pretty just like her mum.” I looked at her face for any form of shock or surprise.

But it was either she was masking it well or can't remember me, because she looked as if nothing was wrong when everything was so messed up.

“Nina, this is the love of my life. Armando Garcia. Your new step father.” Malisa, who was oblivious to the tension, introduced us.

Nina stepped forward and extended her arms for a handshake which I politely took, but being close to her, touching her and smelling her scent sent a blood rush straight to my member.

Fuck. I cussed in my head. Knowing I can't stay in the living area any longer before my girth outline begins to show in my jean pants.

“Nice to meet you.” I said to her, trying to come up with an excuse to escape upstairs to my room.

“Same here.” Nina replied and went back to stand beside her mum.

“I'll show you your room later. Help me with setting the table.” Malisa said, “We'll catch up while eating dinner.” She added and pulled Nina to the kitchen.

But before Nina went into the kitchen, she turned around and gave me a smirky smile.

“What was that?” I mumbled as confusion enveloped me.

Was she going to tell her mother about what we did? Or what exactly could she have meant by that sheepish smile.

I hurriedly climbed the stairs and stormed into my room.

It suddenly feels like hell was about to break loose. As if the universe was against me. Or my luck was too rotten. Because I couldn't understand why I would end up in this messy situation.

If Nina tells Malisa, my relationship with her will be over. And if the news gets out that I cheated on her with her daughter, even though it was a one-night stand with a bartender I didn't know, people still wouldn't care, and everything will end up being a disaster.

I can't lose Malisa because I know I love her.

Right?

But why did I get hardened by the mere touch of Nina? Why do I feel like my c**k won't stop throbbing until I jerk off to the vivid feeling of how her warmth wrapped around my length that crazily sweet night?

And I know I'm even more messed up thinking about Nina in this crucial moment.

Maybe I shouldn't go back downstairs and lock myself in my bedroom forever. Maybe that will make me evade the chaos that was about to ensue.

“I just need to get over her. And ensure she keeps her mouth shut. And everything will be fine.” I said to myself, as if I was trying to assure myself.

If I can get over this fiery lustful desire I will feel for Nina, everything will be okay.

So I rushed to the bathroom and in a matter of minutes, I had finished jerking off while thinking of my new step-daughter.

This is so weird. So messed up.

Once I deemed myself clean and unsuspecting, I dashed back downstairs, knowing that Malisa would have finished setting the table.

“I was just about to come and call you down for dinner.” Malisa said, but somehow my eyes automatically were drawn to Nina, who wasn't even sparing me a glance.

Maybe she had truly forgotten about me. She was a bit drunk that night. Her memories could have been messed up. And that conclusion made me feel somehow disappointed.

“Let's dig in.” Malisa ushered me to the top seat and we began eating.

Malisa dived into some familiar topics just so we could all chit-chat. But Nina was quiet and kept eating.

“Although, she's yet to decide what she really wants to do. But I'm glad she's unlike those wild girls out there in their early twenties.” Malisa said with a proud smile.

If only she knew that her daughter was far from being good. Nina practically seduced him at that bar. And I couldn't resist her charms and sexiness. She was overall alluring. And more masterful in bed than anyone can imagine.

“That's really good to hear. And I'll be happy to support her dreams when she's made her decision.” I said, directing my words at her.

This made her look up from her food and give me a polite smile, “Thank you, sir.”

The title almost made me react. But it looks like it was an unintentional action.

Malisa’s phone rang, and she got up to quickly receive the call. Excusing herself.

She walked back with an apologetic look, “There's an emergency surgery. They need me at the hospital.” She announced.

“That's the con of being one of the best doctors.” I said to her and we exchanged pecks before she rushed out, waving at her daughter.

The moment I heard the door lock, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

“What's this? Don't you remember me?” I questioned her.

“I'm sorry, but are you someone I should remember?” She asked, she was almost done with her meal.

“Have you forgotten me, or are you playing games with me?” I asked her. I needed to know exactly what my situation was.

“Well, step-daddy,” She drawled, getting up on her feet and pulling off her top to reveal her bra, “I remember everything. Every single f*****g thing.” She said and sashayed her way into the kitchen.

“I remember you love these babies especially.” She peeked out of the kitchen and grabbed her boobs, shaking them and causing me to groan subtly.

Fuck. It was at that very moment I knew and accepted the fact that I was not going to be able to get over my lustful desires for her.

And that boldly spelt DOOM.