All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Father : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GLENDA'S POVMaurice and Sam moved to the boot of the car to offload the bags. Nana took the liberty to introduce me to the older woman Maurice had been so comfortable hugging.Martha, like Nana, immediately took a liking to me. After exchanging greetings, somehow, the conversation metamorphosed into Martha and Nana talking about how they plan to feed me fat during my stay here because Martha thought I looked skinny.Nana insisted that like Nora, Martha was a great cook and that I'll love her meal. I could only smile and nod in agreement as both women chattered along, making me the topic of their discussion."Come on in. The others are inside." Sam said as he dragged the last of the bags into the house just after Maurice had walked past us carrying some bags too.I took one look around before following them into the house. It was a beautiful serene place with tall pine trees around. I made mental plans to take a walk through later.As we stepped into the house, a fair slender tall lad

GLENDA'S POVMy silly game backfired when I saw Maurice walk out of the bathroom in all his naked glory.I gasped. "What are you doing!" I jerked up, shut my eyes and turned my back to him desperately trying to erase the image of Maurice I had just seen from my memory."Why would you get out naked!" I was yelling at the top of my voice, unable to believe Maurice would take my threats literally."You asked me to get the towel myself."From the sound of his voice, I could sense that he was smiling, even grinning.Damn! I should have known better than to threaten Maurice in that manner and I was deeply regretting my decision."Are you going to just stand there? Cover yourself up!" I bellowed when I didn't hear him move from where he stood."The towel is beside you." There was amusement in his voice. I looked around and found out I had kept the towel at the foot of the bed. It was in my rush to get dressed before Maurice got out of the bathroom. Now I wondered which was better. Him see

GLENDA'S POVSo strong, yet so soft, silky yet rough and warm. Very warm. I snuggled closer and smiled in my sleep, relishing the feel of the muscled form nestled beside me.It was not until I heard the soft chuckle and the hand draped protectively over my shoulders did I jog my memory awake.I flung my eyes open and jerked up in shock. Instinctively, I scanned the room. As my eyes wandered, they settled on the trimmed muscled abdomen that lay beside me.I traced the very appealing manly middle up until my gaze rested on a very much awake Maurice.He wore an arrogant grin across his face.“You can't keep your hands off me, can you?” He teased.I immediately snapped back to Earth and snatched my hand from Maurice's chest where it had laid. My face furrowed in annoyance.“You moved from your side of the bed.” I defended, avoiding his gaze.“I did tell you I liked to sleep in the middle.”He wiggled his brows at me. There was amusement in his voice and I resisted the urge to look at him

GLENDA'S POV I spent the rest of the afternoon in the company of Jane and Nana, discussing wedding plans.It was nice being among them and contributing to all the talks about what would go better in the event.I didn't get to do all of these when I got married. Mine was a flash wedding. One I didn't even consent to. I shook my head and pushed the thought to the recess of my mind. I didn't want to ruin my happy mood by remembering that sickening past.“Glenda!” Jane hollered at me.“Yes?” I had wide startled eyes peeled at her.“You zoned out on me. I was asking if you mind going with me to my dress fitting.”“Take her with you. She's not doing anything here anyway.” Nana chipped in.“Why does she have to go with us?” Grace asked in an irate tone as she waltzed in.“Why shouldn't she?” Nana fired.Grace rolled her eyes and shut her mouth. Nana was ready to match her and I sensed Grace was in no mood to argue with her.Jane didn't wait for me to respond. “Great! We'll all go together.

GLENDA'S POVI paid the littlest of my attention to what happened all through Jane's dress fitting. I was only physically present as my mind was elsewhere; Maurice's kiss.It had to be the sweetest thing I had ever experienced. The taste of Maurice's lips was like nothing I had ever tasted. A delicious blend of variant flavors.The hardness of his body pressed possessively against mine. His strong protective arms wrapped around me, steadying me and preventing my legs from giving way.His slow sensual assault on my lips. The twisting of our tongues as he dug his into mine. Just recalling the kiss made me shiver and I felt a wetness building between my legs.How could a kiss affect someone so much? So much that the effect lingered long even after the kiss.I still felt the sudden wetness in my core whenever I thought about it. What I'd give for Maurice to kiss me like that again. I wondered what could have happened if we had not been interrupted by that knock. My mind was no longer th