HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

BRYAN

Mom hadn't answered me yet, so I checked the kitchen, Mom was not there. I checked at the window; maybe she was busy in her little garden at the back of the house, but she was not there.

Lastly, I went up to check on her room. Before I got near the door, I heard it moaning.

"Ahh... ahh..uh!!.. shittt!" That was confusing. What keeps her busy at this time? And her voice, like she was doing something...

"Ahh... ahhh..." I sneaked at the door. And I was surprised. My mom had s*x with a guy my age. The moaning of the boy... do I know him? So I carefully watched the theme to confirm who the man was.

"Braa... Bryan...?" I said with my lower voice. I was even in shock. I really mind their pleasure time, which will not be cut off because of me.

I didn’t think they had noticed me, so I quietly made my way downstairs and waited for them to wrap up whatever they were doing. I stood in the living room, pretending I hadn’t seen a thing. To calm my nerves, I grabbed my phone and decided to call Pete. But then I wondered, is that really the right move? It’s about me and Mom. I slipped my phone back into my shoulder bag, planning to talk to her when the moment felt right.

But in just 20 seconds, I heard the soft sounds of someone sneaking away from the door. I realized it was coming from my mom's room

"Sheila...?" Mom's voice seemed to be a surprise, when she knew me sitting on the sofa. When I look at her, her eyes widened. She was standing alone on the stairs as if she had seen a ghost.

"Hi Mom, how are you?" I said. I was trying to be calm.

"Have you been here earlier?" She asked me. I was about to stand and to asked her about what I saw earlier but suddenly Bryan showed himself at my second glanced.

The same with my Mom. Bryan was shocked to see me now. Standing on the stairs behind my mom.

"Hi, She... I think I'm going to leave now. So, you will have time to talk. Babe, I'm leaving.. I have something to do," Bryan said. I knew he wanted to excuse himself by this time.

Bryan came down to the living room and his eyes never left me. He hurried out as if nothing had happened, or it was like we did not meet before.

When Bryan is closed the door. I asked Mom. "Are you two...? Even my words can't be complete, for I knew there was something between the both of them.

"No... sweety We're just friends. Don't think anything about us. "It's just..." she tried to explain.

"But he is calling you "Babe"?" I insisted. Mom's cheek blushes, Like a teenager who met her crush at school.

"Don't mind it, he's just like that." Mom spoke in a soft voice. I feel that she is comfortable with Bryan.

"Mom, are you serious about that guy? He is my schoolmate. I know him!" I said.

"Yeah, I know. He told me already. He told me all about your friends, you, and Pete," she said.

"What? Did he tell you that-?" I stopped when she tried to cover up what I wanted to say.

"Bryan is my boyfriend." It was like more ice cubes were poured on me after hearing what Mom's telling me now.

"Seriously.? Since when...?" I asked Mom to confirm.

"Look, honey, it's not like what you think. Bryan, help me bring groceries from last week when we met. After that, I gave him juice, and he left. After two days, we met at the park, you know! Exercise, then we talked about some kind of past, happiness, and then we started as official friends Just like that," Mom explained. But I really mean if they are just friends. A friend with benefits?

"Mom, I want to ask you directly to the point." I said. I wanted to know if Bryan told her that I hired Bryan before for the three deeds with my husband Pete. It's some kind of dirty thing, but it's my husband fantasy. But still I wanna make sure that Mom, has no idea about that.

"Did you and Bryan have s*x?" I asked Mom.

It was obvious Mom had a blush on her cheek. I wanted to know, what she really feels, and I understand her. But to say the words "in relationships"? it's a different term for me.

"Of course, I don't have to answer that."

"Mom! Seriously? Did you go to your OB-GYN?" I asked.

"Yes, honey, my doctor said I still have 50 percent to get pregnant, my fertility is still active."

"Oh... Mom..."

This thought is really burning my head. It's hard to think that Mom's boyfriend is my husband's best friend, and ex-boyfriend! And we even had a threesome. It's not that I don't want mom to be happy, but I'm not voting for Bryan. Because I knew this kind of guy. My mind is racing with ideas about how to get rid of the bad energy in my head.

I secured my part-time job as a freelancer only a week ago, and I've already been given two warnings about my tardiness. I did not inform Pete about this. I just need a better way to fall asleep earlier to avoid being late for work. I'm afraid of his reactions, or maybe he'll laugh at me when he finds out about my status at work. I don't want to lose this job with a good boss. In most jobs today, it's better and more fun to work when the boss is nice.

The following two days after work, I went to Bryan's workplace. I slung my heavy bag over my shoulder. The muted sun greeted me when I walked on the street and tricked me into thinking it was warming up outside. I waited in the foyer of the ZRC building for him to leave for lunch in the visitor's area. It's as if I'd smashed against an invisible barrier to see Bryan dressed properly. At first impression, he did not appear to be homosexual to me, since he dressed properly, did not behave girlie, and did not modify his voice. To him, everything was normal. Why is he acting so kind now?

He hurriedly went down from the 26th floor of the building, knowing that I was waiting for him. I diverted my attention in another way so he wouldn't see how impressed I was with his appearance today. I'm embarrassed to say that he's actually rather attractive. Right now, I don't wonder why Pete fell in love with this man.

"How do you feel about mom?" I asked him directly. No time for other non-sense topic but I do. Bryan took a sip of the iced tea first and said, "The truth is, I like your Mom. She's thoughtful, she cares for me."

"Care? What kind of care is that?"

"Shiela, we're in a relationship, it's normal that we care about each other. Don't make it different," Bryan said.

"Of course, it's different, because I don't trust you. You're gay."

"But you marry a gay guy, don't ever forget that" Bryan calmly disagreed.

"Pete, is different."

"And so, am I?" Bryan insisted.