Father In Law

Chapter 25

Sebastian:

I should feel happy that they're both gone and that I have the house to myself, but I'm not. It just feels...empty.

I call Addy and tell her to come to my house. Ten minutes later, she's at my doorstep. Blonde hair left loose in waves, a short sundress to showcase her long legs and red fuck me heels. I grin and kiss her. I pull her inside and close the door.

After minutes of making out with her, my dick still won't stand up.

"Let's watch a movie." I take her hand and lead her to the hall, but she stops me and cups my dick.

"Isn't he up for it today?"

"I just want to spend some time with you today."

She gets down on her knees and gives me a coy smile. If anything, her blowjob does make me hard.

"Where does that bitch sleep?"

I swallow down my retort and take her upstairs. When we reach our room, I stop. Half her clothes fill the closet, with mine filling the other half. Her dreamcatchers line the bed above the wall. She had asked me what bedsheet I liked and I picked out a blue checkered one. The nightstand is full of my clutter and the vanity is full of hers. The sight of my room doesn't make me feel resentment or hatred. It brings a smile to my face and makes me wonder since when have I grown so fond of Charlotte.

I halt Adeline before she drags me to the bed.

"Wait, I don't want to remember her while I'm fucking you."

She rolls her eyes, but nonetheless, drags me to another room. Me and Charlotte have a mutual respect for one another. Even putting that respect aside, it just feels wrong to fuck Addy in our bedroom.

When we get to the other room, she throws me on the bed and kisses her way down my chest.
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I can't look Adeline in the eyes as I drop beside her on the bed. My dick kept becoming soft every time I opened my eyes. Because every time I opened them, I saw Addy. The only time I would get hard was when I closed my eyes. Every time my eyes were closed, I only saw Charlotte, and that was the only way I could get off. I'm ashamed of myself.

"When's your wedding?"

"Next month. I hired Charlotte for the planning. Thought I would take some pity on her since she could use the revenue." She snickers as if what she said is funny.

I quirk my eyebrow and she sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Fine. My friends wouldn't stop gushing about her. I don't know what they see in that tramp. They said she was the best, but I won't believe it till I see it."

For some reason, that fills me with pride. The real bitch is actually Adeline, not Charlotte. Charlotte is actually funny, humble, kind, sincere, honest and caring. She puts others before herself and that's always an admirable trait. She's even more independent than I am. She built her business from the ground up, like my dad while I'm just following in his footsteps. Everything was always handed to me on a silver platter.

Putting those depressing thoughts aside, I watch as Adeline puts her clothes back on.

Charlotte never told me Addy hired her.

"Have you talked with your fiancé yet?" I ask her.

She laughs. "Lance wouldn't stop staring at these." She gropes her breasts, looking at me with a gleam in her eye.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" I'm irritated by the fact she finds other men staring at her breasts humorous.

She rolls her eyes at me in return.
"Don't be like that Sebastian. He is going to be my husband someday. Anyways, who wouldn't look at them?"

She looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to say something harsh, but I don't. She just wants a reaction out of me and damn her if she thinks she'll get an easy one.

"I better get going."

I get off the bed as well and pull my clothes back on.
"I'll drop you." Fortunately, she doesn't argue with me on that. It's late and I would never let her go by herself.

As I pass by mine and Charlotte's room, a pang of guilt hits me right in the chest. I can't even look at the room. I try to talk myself out of my guilt instead. I've always loved Adeline and I made that clear to Charlotte, who was even okay with it. So there's no need for me to feel guilty, because I love Adeline and me and Charlotte are not really husband and wife.

It's just on paper, which, in my books doesn't count. I even told that to Charlotte - That we're only husband and wife on paper, and that my heart belongs to Adeline. She had agreed with me. At first, I thought she was just faking her nice words to get into my good graces at the time, but now I think I was all wrong about her.

I get into my car and Adeline climbs into the passenger seat. When we reach her penthouse, she gives me a kiss and gets off. I watch her till she gets inside the building and drive off.

I don't drive home though, I just drive to random places and when my eyes start to get droopy, I drive home. I enter and directly go into my room, where Charlotte's scent is still strong. My cock hardens and I press my palm against it. There is no way I'm masturbating to Charlotte's scent. It's wrong. I look at the hamper where we throw our used clothes and shake my head.

Her bra catches my attention and I picture her breasts. How soft they would be. I mentally slap myself and go to lay down. My cock still won't go down and every time I close my eyes, my mental image of Charlotte makes me harder till I can't take it anymore. I pull out my cock and stroke it till my release splatters all over the bed. I don't have to feel bad about it. It's just a temporary lapse in my judgement.

Though I'm exhausted, I get up to clean myself and the bedsheet. I'll change it tomorrow. With that thought in mind, I go to sleep.