Adrian sat beside Scarlett in her car as she drove them back home. He had not wanted to, but she had made a subtle threat about calling her mom to inform her if he refused. Adrian sat silently and woodenly on the passenger’s seat, looking straight ahead, stiffened not by guilt but by the fear of his agenda being thwarted because of some stupid, avoidable mistake he made.
Scarlet, on the other hand, had turned to observe him. Casually sizing him up again, inwardly grateful that she had caught him red-handed in his deceit. Although she didn’t want to admit it to herself earlier, she knew the lie he told her in the morning about being attracted to only women who were in her mother’s age bracket had gotten to her.
She had almost started doubting if he was truly the one she had met at the club, but thanks to this development, she had no more reason to fear; the lady she had met with him at his office had even appeared a bit younger than her. So this was enough proof that he was definitely the same guy at the club and wasn’t in any way attracted to only milfs.
However, it was also proof that he did not love her mother, as he had been fervently insisting on doing, which made her partially wonder what his true aim in her mother’s life really was. However, she did not wonder for too long because her burning urge had taken over, not like she really cared if he was a flirt.
All she needed was that huge dick of his deep inside her. She was hungry for a reenactment of that first night with him. She wanted to feel that satiated feeling her mother felt yesterday night as she panted like an ecstatic bonobo. She was going to play along with him till she got what she wanted, so she turned to him again.
"Hey, sugar boy, So all this while, you’ve been lusting after fresh blood but have just been pretending. How unoriginal.”
She remarked and laughed, but Adrian remained silent.
“My mom must really scare you silly.” She laughed again.
When they got to the mansion, which looked reassuringly empty, she walked him to the sitting room and said, “Sit down; I’ll be right back.” It was like it was his first time at their house all over again.
“Scarlett,” Adrian called; he wasn’t really sure what her intention was. The last thing he wanted now was for Vivian to become suspicious of him, particularly now that they were not even married yet. So now that it was still in his control, he wanted to try and prevent things from getting worse.
Scarlett stopped halfway at the sound of his voice and turned. “What is it?” She asked, licking her lips seductively at Adrian.
He sat up on the couch and said, “Don’t do this.” He said, pleading with his eyes.
Scarlett stared back blankly and replied, “I’ll be right back.” She repeated before climbing up the stairs and disappearing out of sight.
Adrian tapped his foot nervously and took deep breaths in and out. For the first time, the possibility of what this mistake could lead to lies bare before him.
He would never forgive himself if he ruined his only final shot because of petty flings.
“Or should I try and talk with her one more time?” He muttered to himself.
“Let me join her in her room.” He said getting up.
He was about to take a step when he started to hear the slow, steady tap-tap sound of Scarlett’s feet on the stairs. He stood rooted in the same spot, waiting for her, his heart beating a little faster than usual.
When she came down, he noticed that she had packed her hair and changed from the denim top and jeans she was wearing earlier to a mini skirt that stopped at her oiled thighs and a tiny crop top that was only long enough to cover her breasts and chest area. Her flat belly and deep navel were in full glare.
She bit her lip and flashed the desire in her ocean blue eyes at him, walking slowly towards him. Adrian ground his teeth against each other and clenched his fist, fighting the strong urge to have an erection. The blood in his veins seemed to be thickening and running dry.
That familiar sexually appealing aura he had always sensed around her had become even stronger in that moment. It was almost like he had encountered her before in a wet dream in the past, and now she had decided to manifest herself in the flesh. He knew he needed to do something fast to stop himself.
“Scarlett.” He whispered, and a soft groan escaped his throat.
"Shhhhh,” she hushed, placing two fingers on Adrian's lip.
She was now a breath away from him; the heat in his nostrils brushed her face, and she could feel his tension.
“Easy now.” She whispered, smiling with her hand on his chest.
Then she felt it—the strong, large weight of his huge dick rising and brushing against her groin.
“Show me the fire of a young man’s desire, Adrian; ravish me till I beg for mercy.” She whispered again in his ear.
“Fuck.” He said and grabbed her forcefully close by the waist with one hand and slipped his other hand under her crop top to squeeze her succulent breast, pressing her nipple hard.
"Ahhh,” she moaned.
“Oh my God.” He’s the one she was screaming at in her mind. Those firm, capable hands of his sparked fresh memories of that night; it was almost like resuming from where they had stopped. His touch felt like multiple sparks of electricity running to and fro the length of her spine.
With his hand still pressing and pulling on her hard nipples, he grabbed her butt with his free hand, flicking his tongue over the surface of her neck before descending on her lips, kissing with their tongues lost in each other’s mouths.
With so much lust, Scarlett grabbed his mighty cock through his pants, stroking his length gently and causing it to throb. Adrian could not help but moan and crave for more. He moved from her lips down to her neck and then lower to the top of her breast.
“Oh gosh..!” Scarlett threw her head back and moaned, shutting her eyes.
The heat had begun to rise when they heard the sound of gates opening as a car breezed in.
"Shit! Not again," Scarlett swore.
They fell into a frenzy. Quickly disengaging and readjusting their dresses.
Adrian flung himself to the armchair, crossing his legs and picking up one of the newspapers lying idly on it, pretending to read why Scarlett ran to hide in a dark corner behind the dining room, staring at nothing and asking herself if it was not just better if she had run upstairs instead. But it was too late. Vivian had already entered at that moment, looking a bit surprised to see Adrian.
"Hi, babe, you are still here." She said happily.
Adrian got up and stylishly rubbed his two hands over his face to rid his lips of any paint left by Scarlett's kissing before he went over to peck Vivian on the cheeks.
"Yeah, honey, I thought I should say hi to my baby girl since I got your text that you aren't going to New York again."
"Thoughtful of you, darling; you should have called me. You must have waited silly; I hope Scarlett hasn't been giving you any trouble, though."
Adrian tightened his lips together pretentiously and said, "Trouble? Well, Scarlett has been busy for the past few minutes. The girl almost didn't even give me a great face. Anyway, I'll survive, though; your man is stoic."
“I think she’s even over there.” He said this, pointing at the dining area.
"I thought I overheard her swearing and making a phone call over there. A little bit of fuck and a little bit of damn here and there, I mean, you know Scarlett.”
“I know, darling.” Then she raised her voice to call, "Scarlett, mummy is home."
Scarlett, on hearing her, brought out her phone, rearranged her clothes, and emerged from where she was hiding. Swinging and over-flaunting the phone to distract Vivian from her dressing.
"Mom,"
“Scarlett, Your stepdad told me how you were being a pain in the ass to him for the past few minutes. Why?”
“He is not my stepdad, at least not yet. And what does he think gives him the right to start telling me how to behave in my own house?” She said, feigning anger, inwardly grateful for her mother’s gullibility.
“Listen dear It's not about telling you what to do. I mean, this is not what I wanted for us all, Scarlett. I really want us to be one big happy family, and I want you guys to get along."
Vivian was still talking when she heard her phone beep, notifying her of a text she had received. She brought out the phone to read it with an exasperated expression.
She sighed when she was done. Looking at Adrian.
"Babe, I just got a text; I’ve just been booked for yet another meeting. I don’t know how I’m going to make it up to you for this.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan to me.” Scarlett chipped in.
“Stop that.” Vivian chastised.
Adrian got up and held her by the waist. While Scarlett stared, she tried too hard to look as plain as possible.
"It's totally fine, babe; I understand; after all, there is always some other time.” He kissed her on the forehead and escorted her to her car, waving as he watched her drive off.
When the car disappeared, he returned to Scarlett in the sitting room. She bit her lip and said, "So, where did we stop sugar? We should continue.”
“Stop that Scarlett, stop it, for pitt sake,” Adrian shouted, feigning loyalty.
“Your mom is precious to me; can’t you see?”
“precious?” Scarlett scoffed.
“I see how precious she really is to you. No wonder you bang 18-year-olds in your office to celebrate her preciousness; what’s left? Maybe we should pop some wine on that, don’t you think?”
“I don’t care what you think, Scarlett, but you should forget whatever happened here today.”
“And what if I don’t?” She asked, walking toward him and biting her lips.
“It doesn’t matter to me, Scarlett; I’m going to wipe this off the moment I step out of this place.”
“You better think twice before you do that, because I can always tell my mom what’s going on in that office of yours.”
“You know what, Scarlett, read my lips: Do your worst.”
Adrian retorted before he turned and stormed off. He was not sure why he had said what he said, but maybe it was because she was no longer a mystery to him; unlike before, he now had fresh memories of her that did not feel like a dream, which included memories of the taste of her tongue in his mouth and the scent of her desire in his
Nostrils, and the strong, aching need he now knew she had for him. Something
Within him, she told him she wasn’t ready to risk all that and tell her mom. But perhaps he might have
I have been wrong about her. Perhaps he had grossly underestimated her.