Getting obsessed because of her

Tyler's pov

Did Charlotte actually talk to me when she asked me to unhook her bra? Oh, I forgot, she quickly clarified that she thought I was my daughter Ava. I can't imagine the feeling of removing her bra. It was a red bra! When she turned around, I saw her cleavage and how attractive her breasts looked.

Stop! Stop! I don't want to think about it. It's beyond my reach. How could I even ask something like that from my daughter's friend? What if she tells Ava? How will I defend myself? I'll have no way out. But I can't help but imagine. Her voice was almost the same as that young lady at the hotel, even though they have different names. The girl at the hotel was called Susan. From the moment I heard Charlotte's voice, I thought she was the one. Maybe they are sisters? Yes! They had the same voice.

Just as I was about to stand up from the couch in my room and pick up my phone from the bed, the phone started ringing.

"Ava? Why is she calling me? I was with her in Charlotte's room before they left me there, and I came to my room after she finished talking to Charlotte. So I answered the call.

"Hello Ava..."

"Dad, please, I want you to keep Charlotte company in the kitchen. Mom sent me on an urgent errand. I'll be right back very soon. I just need to deliver a document and come back."

"Okay, I wanted to call you before you called me. Does Charlotte have a twin sister?"

"No, why are you asking?" Ava asked.

"I think I've heard her voice somewhere I think."

"Where?"

"Ugh, never mind. My main concern was to find out if Charlotte has a twin sister or sister that has the same voice like her."

"No, she doesn't."

"Okay, please, she's in the kitchen right now."

"No problem, I'm going there right away." Tyler ended the call.

This means that human voices can sound very similar to each other. I can't even ask Charlotte if she was the one I met at the hotel. That conversation would get me into trouble, not just with my wife but with my precious daughter as well. I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize my relationship with Ava.

Where would I even begin if I wanted to ask Charlotte if she was the girl from the hotel? That I met someone at a hotel after secretly signing up for a dating site, and she had a voice similar to hers. It will only get me into trouble.

It was my first time trying it after Clement told me about it. The way he described it was so tempting, and he mentioned that younger women have firm breasts. That was what got me intrigued. I wanted to experience what he had been talking about, and on my first day, I met a young lady who was crying. Clement had taken his time to explain the whole process to me, and I acted as if I had been having encounters with multiple women when I was with Susan.

I felt a sense of excitement as I left my room and headed to the kitchen to meet Charlotte. There were many interesting questions in my mind that I wanted to discuss with her, like her college days, hobbies, and the wildest fantasies she had ever had.

As I descended the stairs, I approached the kitchen, subtly scanning my surroundings by tilting my head left and right. Trying to create a dramatic entrance, I stepped onto the floor with care, hoping to approach Charlotte without her noticing. With each step, the only sound I could hear was the gas burner. The young lady who was crying at the hotel had awakened a desire in me for younger women. I was certain that Charlotte had firm breasts. On her very first day, I had already caught a glimpse of them by accident.

I gently grasped the doorknob, opening the door with care. Stepping into the kitchen, I carefully placed my right foot inside. As I entered halfway, the first person I saw was Blenda. I quickly made my way into the kitchen, and both of them turned to look at me.

"Hi," Charlotte greeted me, and I smiled back, while Blenda returned her attention to what she was doing as if she didn't see me. What was I going to do now? I couldn't just come into the kitchen and leave without doing something meaningful. I thought Ava had asked me to come and keep Charlotte company. Did Ava also ask her mom to come and keep Charlotte company in the kitchen?

"Hi," I waved my right hand at Charlotte and walked towards the left, where the coffee and tea cups were. I needed to do something sensible to avoid Blenda's sarcastic attitude. While I was still in the kitchen, Blenda kindly said to Charlotte,

"How many times do I have to tell you to go to your room and relax? I'll prepare the meal. I didn't ask Ava to let you cook. You need to rest. Go to your room and relax while you wait for Ava."

"Okay, I thought you needed help," Charlotte politely smiled.

"Not today, Charlotte," Blenda added.

I saw Charlotte stop what she was doing, go to the sink, and wash her hands. As she was about to leave the kitchen, I exited before her, holding a cup with three spoons of coffee but no water in it.

I wished I could invite her to my room and have a conversation before Ava returned. The moment I laid eyes on Charlotte, the only thing that crossed my mind was to have my way with her from behind, either in her room or somewhere secluded.

When I reached my room, I placed the cup of coffee on my table and left it there. That wasn't the reason why I went to the kitchen, and I became restless. How could I let go of this urge that was consuming me? Why was it that since I saw Charlotte, I had become fixated on younger women?

I paced around my room, with both hands resting on my back, until I ended up near the window. After a few minutes, I realized that I hadn't checked my phone to see if the blind dating app had sent me the date to meet Susan. I walked over to the table, picked up my phone, and checked my inbox. When I opened it, the last message they had sent was still there:

"Dear 305833, your pairing with Susan has been completed. Please wait for the appointed date."

When will this appointed date come? It's been a week already, and they haven't sent me the date to meet my dear Susan. Not arranging another meeting with Susan after that night was a regretful decision. But if it weren't for Charlotte visiting Ava, I wouldn't be feeling this way. Should I message the app's help center to speed up the process? If I keep waiting like this, I won't know when I'll get to kiss Charlotte when we're alone, and that could seriously damage my relationship with my daughter if she finds out.

After standing by the window for about five minutes, I thought that taking a cold shower might help me. I undressed and went into the bathroom to take my bath.

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Author's pov

Blenda was nearly finished with her cooking when she suddenly began pacing around the kitchen and tapping her fingers against the ceramic kitchen cabinet.

"How much longer can I bear this? If this is a secret, I'll let it out before it destroys me. Why should I suffer in silence? I'm the only one who knows what I'm going through. Why can't I discuss it with my parents? They were the ones who encouraged me to enter this marriage. Or maybe I can confide in my best friend, Danielle?" she thought. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when Ava entered the kitchen.

"Mum?" Ava touched her mom.

"You startled me," Blenda responded, collecting herself as she turned towards Ava.

"I've been here for the past two minutes, and you didn't notice. What's on your mind?"

"This might be the right time to tell my daughter about my plans for tomorrow," Blenda's eyes darted from left to right.

"What are you keeping from me?" Ava held her mom's right hand.

"Nothing, but I'll be going to visit my parents tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Ava interrupted. "When will you come back? Tomorrow is the first day of the picnic..." Before she could finish her sentence, Blenda embraced Ava to stop her from speaking.

"Please don't do this to me. You know I'm the one organizing the picnic. That's why I invited my friend, Charlotte. What will I tell her?" Ava added.

"Your dad doesn't love me anymore," Blenda patted her daughter's back.

"My dad still loves you, a mere quarrel would not make him not love you."

"How do you know that? I'm planning something unexpected, and I don't want you to panic or be surprised about it."

"Mum, what is it?" Ava pulled away and looked into her mum's eyes.

"Don't worry, your friend Charlotte will keep you company."

"Mom, what are you trying to do that you're not telling me?"