A MOTHER'S TRAP

"No. He isn't! Just asking." Hu! At least I can relax.

"Deep and I are good friends, ma'am. We both just had personal issues that stole our time together, but I promise you that we are okay." I insist on my lies.

"Alright. But if it comes a time and this friendship turns into something, I will be a happy mother!" Whoa! Didn't she just say that? I fix my eyes on her, browsing for the truth about what just left her mouth just now. Her next words slapped me first. "You two are just so stubborn!" I swear, I heard that murmur between her gritted teeth!

"Sorry, ma'am! Did you say something?" I ask.

"No. Aah, yes! Actually, sorry. I just remembered I didn't tell you where the bathroom is. How unthoughtful of me!" She says this, confusing me.

Huh?

Bathroom? Is she for real? Do I look bloated or something? Did I eat so much that I now look like I need to empty some? But they have not even been digested. All the same, let me not crash her efforts or whatever this is. "Aah, now that you've mentioned it, I feel like using it." I say.

"Perfect! Sorry, I mean, that's right. Aah, our guest bathroom has a problem, so just go upstairs to the second floor, the room on your right, dear." She explains.

I think the excitement she had earlier when I came in is taking the best of her. Or what can explain her confusing mega smile right now? Me using a bathroom? I chuckle a little, nod my head, and get up to go to the bathroom.

The stairs are quite long and tiring, with long corridors. Isn't this an extremely huge house for just two people and their servants? Anyway, it's the power of money. I get to the second floor, and since I am not here to snoop around, I go directly to the room where she directed me. I twist the door knob and walk in, closing the door behind me. I turn to proceed inside, but I freeze on the spot!

Freaking tripple shieeet!

The devil is a liar! No, wait. Did I miss the room she directed me to? No, I am sure of it! So, what kind of joke is this one staring at me right now? Is this even real?

"Hi!" The voice echoes through the room. The alpha male is as flabbergasted as I am. And...and... Ooh, my eyes! They really had to land there? Damn!

"H...i.." I stammer, my eyes still on the bulge covered by nothing but the thin fabric layer of his white boxer. God, bless. I don’t know why that woman had to send me here, but please shower me with your courage. How can I possibly walk into this irresistible sin with nothing but a boxer on and in a room, huh? God, please, that woman did not just send me here on purpose, right? I did not just walk into my preditor’s den, right?

"You love the sight?" He asks after I stare for decades.

"Ye..." Shit! Someone slapped my senses back before I realized just how hungry I was for him! Did he have to be naked just in front of me? What is he even doing in here, huh? I swallow hard, blinking a couple of times to shake off that delicious piece of meat between his legs out of my head.

"What are you doing here?" I snap at him, avoiding walking any closer to this proud sin standing tall and strong like Mahatma Gandhi in front of me. He fucking should not be here.

"Maybe I'm waiting for you." He starts walking to me, and I start trembling. There is no place I can run anyway. "I was hoping to see you walk through this door ever since you arrived. I was growing weary that my spark would not pull you towards this room. But I guess I was getting paranoid for nothing." He stops in front of me, putting his hands on the door, allowing the flames of fire emitting from his body to burn me.

I see. He was waiting. But didn’t he say he would not be here?

"I was going to use the bathroom." I stammer a whisper, looking everywhere but at him.

"Do you know how dangerously hot you look in that dress?" He asks. Didn't he hear what I just said? And what the hell does it matter if I am hot or fucking hot or just dead cold, huh? "Did you think of me when putting it on, huh? Because if you intended on making me crave for you, you won, but you didn't have to put in so much effort. I always crave for my beautiful, lovely Gia!"

Ooh, really? Is he drunk? I snap at his eyes. The way they are sparkling with vulnerability, the way they are staring at me... "You are tipsy, Deep," I state. "I'll just leave now." I try to turn, but he stops me, pulling me to him.

"Yes, I am tipsy. Tipsy with lust, desire, and longing. It's been so long, and I am dying to have you. Lie to me that you don't want this, Gia!" He says it deeply, emphasizing every word.

Damn it! I roughly pull him to me, crashing my lips on his in a hot, hungry kiss. Enough with playing sane! I lost my sanity a long time ago when this delicious sin walked into my life. I'm desperate for him—for this. I am longing for him, and I want him to be like that at the last minute. I pull away forcefully, taking pleasure in looking into his eyes. He sure is lusted, huh! Well, I am too.

"You are right, baby. I thought of no one but you when I was putting this dress on. I imagined how it would be difficult to keep your hands to yourself the minute you had a chance to see me. You have been on my mind ever since you chose to abandon me and my desires. Since your mother wants us to have a good time, why don't you please me now, my tiger?" I pull him to me again, our hands colliding with each other as they make the adventure on our bodies.

This is what keeps me sane, and still, what breaks my little hell loose is him. Deep. He pulls away this time. "I would love to pleasure you all night until morning, but I have an important appointment I need to attend to. I was getting ready when you decided to surprise me. Sorry!" He let's go of me, standing a step away from me.

Sorry? Sorry? What freaking sorry! Is he kidding me right now? "You are not serious right now, right?" I ask, and hurt registers in my voice.

"I really am." The jerk says so boldly, as if he is not hurting me. Or as if he just hit where he had aimed.

"Something more important than me? Than this?" That seems to be something he needs to ponder. Well, what do I expect? I should be so ashamed of myself.

"Some other time, Gia. For now..."

"You don't need to say it." I cut him off. "I will leave. I was wrong to think that I was this important. Excuse me." Before I break down, I stomp out of this stupid room. What was I even thinking, parading my desperation for him like that, huh? See what I got? Another shit to wreck my peace for another week or two or forever.

I get back to the dining area, and since his crazy mother isn't anywhere around, I take my purse and sneak out like a thief. I can't believe she sent me to her silly son's room! She is insane! Crazy! And he is a total jerk! Well, he can do the honor of explaining to her mother why I left.