OFFICIAL MEETING

My body repelling with shock, mixing with deep concern. The sight of both of them embracing each other flashed across my oceanic glossy hues that it felt surreal. I had just pleasured the man who supposedly was my future stepfather. My thoughts springing through the room and it was barely hard for me not to have gone mad at this current rate of revelation.

What was the man going to do when he finds out that I’m his soon to be step daughter he was going to meet tomorrow? Fuck! Things were already complicated between us. My teeth grinding together with nervousness, with the thought which continuously sank through my bones.

I remained seated in the room. My outer appearance seemed to be stable, but internally, I was fucking freaking out. My mum and he.

When my mum had mentioned that she was getting married, it never did occur to me that he was going to be this young and handsome. He was literally a walking work of art. His body was freaking smooth and his abs were perfect with nobody fat. His jawline ran deep and his thick eyebrows called for attention.

I scaled through the place vividly as at first I was too blinded with the man to have taken notice of the luxurious room which I sat in. Undoubtedly, I could swear that he was fucking rich. My thoughts were abruptly halted when the door was cracked open and expectantly I heaved my attention upwards with expectancy hooding in my eyes.

A shade of disappointment grace my countenance when I saw it was a totally different person who approached my view. A slightly handsome vision of another man walked in. His face was stoned and cold amicably to the atmosphere he was giving out.

The hoarse voice of his bubbled through the room that I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I was naked underneath the blanket and barely he hooded his eyes from my exposed neckline.

“Get dressed. Your services are no longer needed.” His eyes shone indifferently and his face and attitude showed that he cared less about my body.

My lips hesitantly parted, racing my eyes around him. “What about…” my words were remotely halted in my throat when his glaring eyes merged upon mine, and he had a murderous gaze attracted to his hues.

He sneered, clearly disgusted at the sight and the nerves, which I excluded to even think of talking back to him. “Sluts aren’t meant to speak when orders are given out. Get dressed.” He pressed heavily with his eyes deeply piercing through mine.

I swallowed, already feeling the intimidation leaking into my bloodstream. I shun my head, downcast, hearing his steps disappearing along with his manly figure. Sluggishly, I got myself in a presentable state, with my heart weighing heavily. A knot of tightness snapping into my abdomen. Obviously, I was being dismissed because of my mum’s presence. I dragged my breath sharply when once again the door was snapped opened.

“We are leaving now.” It was the man with the scary personality. Dragging my feet behind him, I had a downcast expression breaching through and my eyes roamed around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man, but unfortunately I was hit with another wave of disappointment.

It was really late when I arrived home, and I was grateful enough to find that my mum was yet to come back. I guess she would be spending the night with him.

Lazily I threw my body on the bed and for some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about the handsome man and his god-like body, and then it had suddenly occurred to me. I wasn’t disgusted by the fact that he touched me. I wasn’t repulsive about the closeness which our body had shared.

Since after the incident of my dad’s death, I couldn’t stand the thoughts of a boy touching me, I was insensitive to men’s touches and I would always feel uncomfortable when my boyfriend touched me and it was the main reason I was single. And it had even got me thinking if I was straight or not, but now this one night changes everything.

I wasn’t insensitive to men’s touches, at least not the man who was about becoming my father and a tangling butterfly feeling clasp my stomach.

The next morning when I woke up, it was fucking late. I had exceeded my sleeping time, and I was going to get an ear-full from the lecturer who would be taking first period.

My mother seemed to not have returned last night. Reaching the university, I had successfully missed my first class, which was going to be another headache. Quickly I had spotted Lisa coming out of the lecture hall, her attention was pinned on the book in her hand.

“Argh!” growled Lisa when I yanked her by the arm to the corner and the first appearance of my face, which I fixed on her, was that of anger.

“What kind of fun was that Lisa!” my loud voice had accidentally drawn eyes and ears nearby and Lisa was quick to cover my mouth before dragging me inside the lecture hall, which was now empty.

Instantly, I broke the body contact we shared. What kind of friend would hook a friend to become a one-night slut to a stranger?

I voiced my facial utterance apparently spelt that I wasn’t happy with her. My eyes squinted when I lipped. “What if I was raped or killed Lisa? It was not fucking funny.” I barely held on to my control not to lash heavily at her.

Sighting out heavily, I heard her voicing tone which was low. “Well, you weren’t, so I presumed it all went well.” I didn’t reply, and she sighed again to apologize. “I’m sorry Elena, but not to brag. I knew you enjoyed it. The guy was a hottie.”. Said Lisa truthfully, because she was the one who hooked him up with Elena.

And out of the frustrating anger, I lashed out. “Well, that hottie is my soon to be stepfather Lisa. Do you know the shit hole I’m in? My mum is going to fucking kill me when she finds out.”

The expression of Lisa rearranged with her eyes rounding at the news that her voice came out as a shutter. “W-What… H-his your what?” her voice was almost at the edge of yelling and she now wore the annoyance which I was wearing.

I closed my eyes, feeling a deep and painful headache arching in my head. My muteness gave her the opportunity to continue.

“How? When? How did this happen?” came the bordering questions of Lisa. It was definitely something to panic about.

“Well, it happened when we were about doing you know.” My eyes raised at her knowingly, making her understand, and she shook her head, having me continue. “Then he was informed that my mum was downstairs waiting for him and when I came out, I saw them in each other’s arms. He’s Diego Salvador.”

And Lisa’s eyes lengthened further, at the name which apparently I didn’t know the weight of the man’s name.

Carefully, Lisa’s voice breeched out. “Did you just say Diego Salvador? He’s a fucking rich tycoon. Do you remember the person I was telling you about who was currently dominating the business world?”

Blindly I shook my head, although I couldn’t remember who she was talking about. She began. “He’s the one Elena. I heard that his wealth and fame are immeasurable. He’s the owner of the company your mum works in.” She added, having me understand where the meetup happened.

The information felt too overwhelming, and I felt my head almost spinning. Not only was he handsome and was about becoming my father, he was fucking rich too. How did my mum find such a person?

“And last night, you didn’t know that you were selling me off to such a powerful person. Now thinking about it, what if I had offended him?" I questioned, having Lisa blinking at me to continue. “He would have probably killed me before burying my body in his mansion.” I gasped at the fact which would have actually happened.

Lisa's hands flew to cover her mouth. “Do you know what this means, Elena? It means that you are soon going to have the princess life you dreamt of.”

“Unless he finds out that the slut who pleasured his dick last night was me, my life is completely ruined.” Instantly I felt at lost.

*

When I got home, my mum was already back and with that too she happened to have dolled her appearance perfectly well.

“Honey, you’re back.” She came out of the kitchen and I was suddenly feeling sorry for her, knowing that the man she was about getting married to was a womanizing slut bastard.

Placing a kiss on my forehead she had a question, noticing that I looked slightly paled. “Elena, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, mum, I’m just a bit tired.”

“Well, go freshen up and get dressed. Dinner is at eight, and Diego will arrive soon.”

Hearing his name once again made my heart sank. The man who I almost slept with, I wished that the ground would just swallow me whole.

It was eight at the dot when I heard the sound of a car drawing into our yard and quickly I stood up, taking a peek out my room’s window. It was a sporty black luxurious car. When the door of the car popped open, I immediately drew my curtain close to avoid his attention falling on me.

Maybe if I pretend to be sick, my mum would spare me from coming downstairs, but then I would have to meet him another time and I was certain that he would recognize me. This was because of Lisa… Damn it!

I was dressed in a cute pink short dress with my hair tied up in a ponytail with some baby strand hair falling on my face. It was no secret that I was beautiful, and I knew that, but what if he finds me unattractive?

Get hold of yourself Elena. Why would you be thinking of that? He’s mainly here because of your mum and not you, so the way you dress is none of his business, I chanted in my head.

Soon enough, I got called out of my room by my mother. “Are you going to stay up in your room all night? Diego is downstairs, waiting. com’on.” Came the urgent voice of my mum as she was literally pushing me out of my room.

I bit my cheeks in nervousness, walking down the stairs and finally my eyes were glued to his tall frame, his firm back faced me, my emotions from last night began making their way into my body.

Apparently, when my footsteps fell on his hearing, it caused him to veer around and I gulped, seeing the surprised look which angled on his perfect face of handsomeness.

‘Don’t freak out Elena, and smile.’ I whispered in my head.

He stood there keeping his continuous stare, which spelt amusement and a crook grin pushed up his lips. His eyes narrowed when I stopped a few meters away from him.

The atmosphere turned awkward for me and consciously; I darted my eyes back to the stairs, wondering why my mum wasn’t down yet.

A slightly impressive look hooded on his face, which was something I wasn’t expecting. However, he suddenly began moving, closing the distance which kept us apart, and I felt my knees turning weak when his dark, throaty words touched my hearings.

“I finally got to meet you Elena.” He stretched his hand with a wide smile.

That wasn’t the kind of expression I was expecting from him and my mum’s voice suddenly boomed out.

“Take his hand, honey, don’t be disrespectful.”

And my eyes moved to his hand, which was stretched out and slowly I inched my hand into his and when our hands made contact, I seized my breath, feeling my heart pumping. But it got worse when his thumb brushed my hand lightly.

“It’s nice meeting you once again, Elena.” He eyed me knowingly, having me know that he remembered last night! And he was openly selling me away.