Patrick called Jessica and reminded her to join him for lunch. She agreed. She doesn't feel like traveling back home that morning. Her body is sour and she appeared exhausted and drained.
She'll stay one more day and the next morning, she'll take off. She didn't have an idea that Patrick was Adrian's step brother, not in the slightest has it crossed her mind. But thinking about it at the moment, she cannot help but notice the slight similarities between them.
If he was going to discuss their time together, she would stop him midway. She'll plead with him to take whatever they've shared between each other as a midsummer's night dream.
With a bit of relief, Patrick drove home. He was not happy with himself. His conscience kept tucking him as to why he would make love to Adrian's friend.
He was trusted and allowed to take Jessica to the hotel. But he blew it up. He fucked her. He took a piece of her flesh.
Though drunk and seduced into doing it, he still cannot justify his actions with her. Perhaps he should have been more cautious when they went out. He shouldn't have taken more than a few glasses of alcohol and maintain a clear mind.
When he got home, he saw Richard Lester's car parked. He drove into the parking lot and parked beside his dad's car. He's home with his mom.
They still loved each other. He saw it expressly on his mom's face and as for his dad, he was keeping his distance as much as he could, a sign that implies avoidance.
Perhaps his mom never had a chance of being with someone else besides his dad. It's not a pleasant experience to be in prison. Who thinks about love and romance in prison?
At this point, if they want to be together, he'll turn a blind eye to it. What he wanted for his mom at the moment was happiness.
She'd experience pain, and torture and now, if she thinks being with his dad is where her happiness lies, he isn't going to object to it anymore.
Meanwhile, Luna and Richaed were almost done with their breakfast. They kept locking eyes with each other in between but none said anything.
Luna wishes they could remain like that forever. Just she and Richard. Patrick is grown up and could give them some privacy. It should have been them three together all these years but schemers splitted them apart.
Richard with Anna, she in prison and Patrick with a foster father Connor. But now that they've found each other, she wished they would never be separated again forever.
“How about Patrick? Is he alright?” Luna asked. Richard doesn't feel a bit bothered, not in the slightest. Did he already know where he was?
“I'm alright here mom, I'm home” Patrick replied from the doorway. She'd talked to him on the phone already and he told her he's doing fine. Why is she still bothered about him that much?
Luna turned in the direction of the door and saw Patrick standing with his shirt flew out of his pants. It's obvious that he hadn't had a bath, his hair was rough and his eyes had dark lines.
Richard glanced at him briefly and smirked. Luna was getting work up while her son was recovering from a night of pleasure. Why can't mothers understand that their son can become a grown up son that is capable of looking after himself?
“You're alright son?” Luna asked, her voice filled with emotions. He looked perfectly alright but he wasn't smiling. That cheerfulness was not there.
“Sure, I'm perfectly alright” Patrick replied and walked towards his mom. He kissed her temple and said “I'll take a bath and join you soon”
He walked away from her and said “Good morning uncle” and was going to leave when Richard stuttered “I am not your uncle Patrick, I am your father” he corrected.
“I'm not just used to calling you father” Patrick mumbled. All these years he'd known Richard Lester, he'd always call and refer to him as Uncle. Waking up one day and starting addressing him as father was a bit uneasy.
“You'll have to make it deliberate son” Richard replied and Patrick nodded. He hurried into his room and shut the door. He sighed softly and went to stand before the mirror.
How sweet to have someone to cum into. Then he remembered Jessica. That woman is a horse. No matter how hard he drives her, she's open to take him in.
He shrugged that thought off. He doesn't intend to do it again with her. She's Adrian's friend and she has a crush on him. He'll respect that and ensure nothing ensued between them in the future.
He got into the bathroom and showered. But his moments with Jessica kept coming up over and over in his thoughts.
When he closed his eyes, he saw her,her beautiful dilated pupils as he plunged her. She's sweet, he can attest to that but more than that, she's skillful, able to arouse a man within a blink of an eye.
But why can't he stop thinking about her for once?
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“What is going to happen to us, Richard?” Luna blurted. He'd stayed away from her but she can't pretend that she feels comfortable with it.
A few times they've had dinner together but after they part ways, he will recoil back to his shell.
“I don't know. I've tried to figure it out but I can't see us having our lives together again. I just want my sons to come to terms with the reality that they are siblings.
Patrick has been left behind for so long that he still didn't see himself as part of me. Adrian is hard to deal with. He'd grown up knowing he's an only child.
I want both of them to bond. And the thought of it surpasses my desire to see us together. I hope you understand me, Luna” Richard explained.
“Your oratory skill is good but not well polished before me,Richard” Luna stuttered, poured herself a glass of water, gulped it down and placed the glass back with a force capable of making it break.
“You're worried about your sons instead. First Adrian because you know he won't accept me in place of his mother. He's going to pull a tantrum and you can't stand it, you don't want him to go away and never return.
“Secondly, Patrick. You don't want to have issues with him especially now that you are beginning to get along. He'd asked you to stay away from me and you intend to keep to that.
Tell me if I'm wrong Richard. Many years have passed between us but I can still see through your eyes now, to ascertain that what I just said consists of 80% of the reason you stayed away.
When did you become a coward, Richard Lester?” Luna scowled.