Chapter 2

Scarlett rolled on her bed in her nightgown from side to side, unable to sleep for many long minutes. The face of the guy at the club was still vivid in her mind. She couldn't think of anything else except his handsome face and broad chest with those piercing fingers of his that explored her core.

"Dammit, I should have asked for his number at least," she muttered, biting her lower lip.

When she finally started to doze off around 3 in the morning, she had a wet dream of the guy at the club with his hands wrapped around her and pounding her ass from behind. Her hand found its way into her pants, and she started fingering herself, moaning softly from her sleep, when someone knocked on her door, immediately waking her.

"Madam Scarlett.” The voice called. It was Charlotte, one of their maids at home.

"Yes, Charlotte, what is it?” She asked in a half-drowsy voice, her hand still in her pants, rubbing herself.

“Madam, your mother is around; she's asking for your presence in the sitting room.”

“Oh, when did she come back?” Scarlett asked silently.

"About 30 minutes ago, madam."

Her mother initially told her earlier that week that she would introduce her to her new lover today, who would also end up becoming her stepdad.

“Tell her I’ll be right with her."

“Alright madam.” The maid responded before running off.

Scarlett stretched out on the bed before hurriedly getting down from the bed to change. She sighed, trying to come to terms with the reality of having a stepdad—another old man in his fifties—to boss her around.

“I just hope we get along.” She mumbled to herself.

She took careful, expectant steps on the staircase as she heard her mom and the visitor giggling and talking below in low tones. She could make out one of the statements.

"She's so sweet.” Her mother said, talking about her.

She cleared her throat before she finally came down. But she had not gotten the chance to take any extra steps before the sight of the man before her almost made her slump; she tripped and almost fell.

"Oh, take it easy, darling.” Her mother said,  going over to stand near her with a hand on her shoulder.

"These stairs of ours are so slippery, Adrian.” Her mom remarked, casually turning to the visitor before she continued.

"Anyway, Scarlett, darling, I’ve got someone special to introduce to you. I told you about him some time ago, but finally, you’ll get to know yourselves today."

"Meet Adrian Hartfield, the manager of Disco and Divas Club, my lover, and your soon-to-be stepfather." She said, beaming with smiles.

"Nice to meet you, Scarlett." The visitor said, extending his hand for a handshake.

Scarlett had not taken his hand; she was too nonplussed to even lift a finger. She blinked repeatedly, half doubting if she had truly woken up or if she was perhaps still in a dream. 

Because the face of the man extending a hand to her was not that of a man in his 50s but a boy in his 20s, and not just any boy, but the same face of the guy in her dreams, the same guy she almost gave her V to at the club. Even his husky voice was still the same.

 Nothing changed. It was not a mistake; it was the same guy from the previous night. She continued to stare at him, expecting his face to light up in recognition, but it did not. The only look on his face was a mild glow, which meant she was being rude by not taking his hand. Or was he pretending? She gasped in disbelief.

"Scarlett, darling, can you hear me?”

Vivian was calling and waving at Scarlett, who still stood transfixed, staring at Adrian, but still not responding or taking his extended hand for a shake.

Vivian went closer to her and pinched her arm. This caused her to flinch, nudging her back to the present.

“Yes..yes.” Scarlett stammered, her gaze going from Adrian to her mother and back again to Adrian.

"You're such a drowsy mess, darling; you must still have so much sleep in you," Vivian remarked, letting out an awkward laugh as she quickly threw an embarrassed glance at Adrian before turning to Scarlett again.

“So I was telling you about my fiancé here and your soon-to-be stepdad. As I said, his name is Adrian, and we met at this club downtown, where he serves as the manager. And even…”

“S… Sorry to interrupt, babe. Actually, my friend owns the place, so... you know, that's what’s giving me a pot to piss in, for the meantime, if you get what I mean.” Adrian quickly chirped in, looking a bit embarrassed.

Vivian threw a dismissive wave at him. "Don't worry, honey; I totally understand. All that will be over soon after we get married. You deserve so much better.”

“You know, that’s why I love you with all I’ve got,” Adrian said, blowing her some kisses. Vivian responded similarly, while Scarlett watched both of them with the same nonplussed stare.

 She couldn’t concentrate; inwardly, her mind was bubbling with too many questions. How did her mother find the same person who almost got her laid yesterday? And how did they get so close to the point of proposing marriage so early? How did she even connect with someone this hot? Like, how in the heavens did she do it? Where had she gone to shop for him?

When she finally forced herself to open her mouth, the first words that could come out were:

“How old are you?” Her full gaze was now on Adrian again.

“Oh, you mean my age,” Adrian said with a smile and a palm on his chest. “Well, I’m 28.” He answered.

“28?” Scarlett repeated, then slowly pointed at her mom before she continued.

“Does it occur to you that the woman over there, the one you are about to wed, is actually 43 years of age?”

Vivian threw a frustrated, mildly annoyed glance at Scarlett and tried speaking for Adrian, but he had already cut in, making a defense for himself.

"You see, Scarlett, I share the school of thought that believes age doesn’t matter in love. I love your mom. That’s what matters. I love her so much I could give her my life.” Adrian said, looking up at Vivian, who came over to kiss him on the cheek to show that she had felt flattered by his words.

"Thanks, honey.” She whispered.

'You love my mom, yet you almost fucked me hard and raw just yesterday?' Scarlett said in her thoughts. The guy was definitely a player. And that might be the reason he was acting up. This led to the next thing she asked, which left the jaws of the intending couple hanging out.

"Or let me guess, you are some jobless gold digger who is using love as an excuse to go after our family money, right?”

“Scarlett!” Vivian barked.

"Listen, lady, I will not watch you address my guest and your future stepfather in such an insolent manner; do you hear me?” Vivian scolded after some moments of silence. She mellowed down a little and began to speak again.

"Try to understand, darling; it’s been 13 years now since your dad left me, and I never remarried till now. And finally, when I find someone I love—someone who loves me back—you're trying to stand against it. Why? Despite how much I have sacrificed for your sake,"

Scarlett smirked at her mother’s last statement. Her mother never really cared for her. It was her nanny, Mrs. Claire, who raised her. All she remembered her mother ever doing since they lost her dad was traveling around the globe, fucking different men of different sizes. Even at that, looking at Adrian, she never regarded her mom as someone with that level of taste to get a guy like this. Perhaps if she was kind enough to pass Adrian to her, then she might think of forgiving her.

"Alright, suit yourselves.” She said and turned back angrily as she marched back into her room.

When she got to her room, she fell on her bed and covered herself up with pillows. Her head was ringing, but not only her head; her phone was ringing too. She stretched her hand lazily to pick up and check who the caller was; it was Lily.

"Hello, whore." Lily's voice came from the other side of the phone.

“Hi.”

“You sound strange; have you got a cold or something?"

“No, it’s my mom; you won’t believe what I'm about to say,” Scarlett sniffed as she tried to speak as calmly as possible.

“Try me," Lily said.

Scarlett went on to narrate the situation with her mom and Adrian and ended with, “Can you believe that?”

“Gross!” Lily exclaimed before she went further to clarify:

“So let me get this straight: you’re trying to tell me that the same guy who I saw approach you yesterday is being presented to you today as your future stepdad. Oh my God, that’s so fucking crazy. What a movie! Where did he get his guts from? I mean, didn’t he see you?

“He did…. He did; that’s the funniest thing. Girl, like, we almost fucked.” Scarlett said in between controlled sobs, sniffing and trying to stop herself from breaking down.

Lily, who was listening to her friend’s tearful struggle from the other end of the line, paused to comfort her.

“You’re going to be fine, okay? Just get yourself together, girl, or should I come get you?”

Scarlett ignored the question and continued speaking.

“Yet today, the guy just went AWOL on me, like complete fucking AWOL; he didn’t even act like he recognized me.”

"Are you sure he wasn’t drunk or something?”

"Drunk? I don’t know, girl; seriously, I don’t. It feels like my head is on fire. You know what? I will talk to you sometime later.” She said that and cut the call.

Scarlett sat up and picked a hand towel close by wiping the sweat and tears from her face. After that, she exhaled and inhaled for a while to lessen the tension she was feeling.

 “Or was he that drunk?” she thought aloud, ruminating on Lily’s last question. His breath had reeked of gin that night.

She shrugged again and said, “Whatever the case is, I’ll get to the bottom.”

 She drew her laptop close and spent the preceding minutes online shopping for numerous random items until she looked up at the wall clock and noticed the time was around 11 p.m.

She leaped down from her bed and strutted barefooted to the kitchen to grab a late-night snack. She turned on the light, and at that moment she began to hear a sound in the distance—a raw, dry, fervent sound.

She followed the direction of the sound, and it led her to the door of her mother’s room. It was slightly opened, exposing the naked figure of her mom sitting on Adrian’s monstrous dick. She was riding him, rocking her waist back and forth, her breasts flapping, and her moans getting louder and louder.

Scarlett quickly took some steps backward, shocked for a second at the sight. Before she tiptoed forward again, going closer to the slightly opened door to get a better view, “He is the one.” She confirmed her thoughts again when she saw his strong arms balancing her mother’s naked body on his dick.

 It triggered memories of how those big hands of his had pinned her to the wall last night, how they had stripped her of her dress and fingered her clitoris. The memories, combined with the erotic sight before her, stirred up her hormones involuntarily. As she watched, she started to touch herself, dipping her hand beneath her skirt. To feel the wetness around her pants, she rubbed the area gently and sensually. She looked up again and noticed that Adrian had flipped her mom over; her legs were spread wide apart, exposing her clean-shaven p**sy. 

Scarlett touched herself even more, wishing she was the one in her mother’s place. This was what she had missed last night. She intensified her touching again, but when she looked up to peep again, her eyes locked with Adrian's. She fidgeted and immediately rushed out of the room.

"Why did you stop? Don't stop, babe; fuck me hard." Vivian voiced, raising her body so Adrian could penetrate wherever more.

"Huh! It's nothing."