My Mothers Lover

Red wine on the carpet.

It was 5pm and I was freaking out on what to wear. Causal? Formal? My mind was a complete mess I didn't have much time to plan an outfit before hand either.. "Crop top?" I said aloud as I held a black crop top in front of me in the mirror, my belly ring shining extra hard due to the lighting on my room. Cute I thought, it could pair perfectly with some black sweats. Makeup or no makeup? Mascara, gloss, and some liner is what I decided on. I always overthought.

It was a habit.

Once I was changed I sat at my vanity and amongst all of the clutter I found my products to do some basic makeup. Not too much but it still looks like i'm trying..  perfect. I was brushing out my hair planning on putting it up when I heard a knock at the door.

Which was weird.. did mom leave her key?

I check my phone and it read 5:40. I pause my music and disconnect my speaker. I quickly text mother while I walk down the stairs.

'Uh... your dates here'
*delivered

I put my phone in my bra as I panicked. What the fuck am I going to do? I pace back and forth and finally open the door. When I turn the knob and swing the door open my breath hitches.

In front of me stood a broad 6'4 brunette. In one his hands were bags and the other reached out to me.

"Hi Im Elias" He softly smiled. He looked young. That concerned me. Sure, mom had me at 19 but he looked no older than 30.

I took his hand and awkwardly shook it. It was quite... large.

"Hi, I'm Nadia" I smile back.

He stood there looking around the studio behind me before meeting my face again. *DING* he darted his gaze to my breast. With this shirt on they were quite on display... not my fault I wasn't blessed with my mothers B cup, I wore a DD..

"uh- shit!" I whisper yell.
I'm a mess.

I reach for my phone and read

'stuck in traffic invite him in! Be nice. See you in 10'

"Can I come in?"

Oh shit he's still in the hall.

"Sorry. uh yes! of course" I nervously say.. wait why was I nervous again???

I close the door behind him. When I turn around I notice he has a sleeve of tattoos.. lord where did my mother find this man???

"Is there somewhere I can sit this?" He ask, suggesting the large bags in his hand.

"Yes! The counter it's right there." I point. I POINT?? what is wrong with me. As you can tell I'm not the best social person.

"Ok, I'll just set these here. Where's Penelope?" He questions me as he puts the brown bags down.

"In traffic she'll be here in 10" I smile softly as he stared at me intently for my reply.

"Cool, you wanna help me set up the table so everything is ready when she gets here?" He's so causal, why the fuck is he so causal?!

"Yea, ok" Is all I could manage to get out. I felt like my throat was closing in. Is it hot in here???

"Plates?" He asks as he takes the take out the brown bags he'd brought.

I walked into the kitchen, now I was a lot closer to him then I was before. I felt heat radiate from his body.

"I'll get them, they're in this cabinet over here" I stand on my tippy toes which wasn't much help. Although Im 5'7 this cabinet was high up and I was struggling to reach the glass plates. I was frustrated at my failed attempts and was going to grab a chair when I felt a body behind mine. A body so close to me.

So close I could feel the beats of his heart.

So close, I felt my lower half become weak as I took in the scent of the man behind me. He smelt woody, clean, sexy? Could I say his smell made me want to climb into bed with him? That's what it felt like.

"I'll help you out" He said as he towered my body. I felt like a midget next to him. He was so big. As he was over me grabbing the plates I glanced up at him, and he glanced back down.

In that moment we exchanged stares, I took in his face, his beautiful features, his full beard and shoulder length brown curls. As I was appreciating his face it felt like he was doing the same to mine. Was I overthinking? He stared at my face and then he glanced down.. toward my breast. Again.

Except this time there was no phone, no notification from mother. This time it was because he wanted to.

"Uh.. I" I try to break the silence and he steps back realizing the inappropriate situation we were in.

He set the plates on the table and brought the take out containers to the table. I followed him to help, silence also followed.

It disturbed me to think he wasn't going to address what just happened. He's my mothers potential boyfriend and he can't keep his eyes off my tits? Dickhead.

But why did I like it? Why did I feel this way towards my moms man friend.  This made me think. Are they even serious?

I turn around quickly, almost trying to make myself not look guilty.

Am I Guilty?

"That wine was not worth that traffic!" Mom yells as she comes in, she turns around and locks the door. With her backs facing us me and Elias share glances. He looks me up and down, almost checking me out?

What. the. fuck.

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"Nadia, honey pour me another glass would you!?" I groan getting up from the kitchen table. Elias and mother had migrated to the couch and managed to finish a whole bottle already. As I grab a glass and pour the bottle I look up and meet the guys of the one and only Elias. I quickly glance down and keep my eyes to floor as I make my way over to them. I keep my eyes glued to the ground, feeling so submissive. I could feel his dominance teasing me. I-

"ouch" I grunt as I fall over, tripping over... my mothers shoes. Her fucking shoes.

"shit!" I yell when I realize the red wine all over the carpet.

The white carpet.

"Fuck Nadia cmon, my white carpet" My mother is practically sobbing... she's definitely drunk.

I'm getting up when I feel a hand on my arm helping me get up. "you're a mess" he laughs. I laugh too. Which is weird.

We shared a genuine laugh.

"Thank you" I smiled as I was helped up.

"The pleasure is certainly all mine"

He sent me a wink.

A WINK. My legs became weak and I felt as if I was going to fall all over again.

"Elias Thank you for everything but me and my clumsy ass daughter have to figure out how to get this shit out my carpet."

I sent her a glare. It was HER shoe!

"All right I really look forward to seeing you soon, text me?" He hugs my mother.

A sharp pain was felt in my chest.

"Of course" My mom replies.

He grabs his wallet off the table and lets himself out.

"tu idiota!!"

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