Father In Law

Chapter 31

Charlotte:

The next morning, me and Anthony have breakfast together. I didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms, but I also didn't want to risk it, so I left at dawn.

"These waffles are amazing Julia." I say as I eat another bite.

"You like anything I make malyshka."

"That's because you're so good at it."

"Good morning." All our heads turn toward Sebastian. He looks quite cheerful this morning.

"Good morning Seb. You seem to be in a good mood." I say and take a sip of my coffee.

"I am. Shirley Edgar is showing at the Eden Gallery tonight. I was wondering if any of you would like to join me."

"I would love to." I say.
Me and Sebastian both look at Anthony for his answer. I don't know if I'm imagining it, but it looks like something unspoken passes between them.

"I would come, but there's a deal I have to close. You both enjoy yourselves."

I try not to look at Anthony, as it would cause Sebastian to be suspicious.

I decide to ask him later and leave for work.
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Anthony:

I look at Sebastian, who's currently scratching the back of his neck, his nervous trait.

"Thanks Dad." I cross my arms against my chest and lean back in my chair.

"What's going on Sebastian?"

He takes a seat opposite to me and furrows his brows as he looks down at the dining table.

"I want to try with Charlotte. Try to make this marriage work. Be a real husband to her."

My fists clench underneath the table.

"So all of a sudden, you decide you like her?"

I'm hit with his boyish grin that I haven't seen in years.
"Yeah, I guess I did."

I loosen my tie. Sebastian or Charlotte? My son has been my priority for 27 years, but Charlotte is mine. Then again, this way, he'll rid of that bitch Adeline and come to his senses. Charlotte is understanding, so she'll understand, won't she?

"So what do you think Dad?" My son looks at me expectantly.

Even though every fiber of my being recoils against what I'm about to say, I manage to get the words out.
"Good luck." I say through gritted teeth and get up.

"Thanks Dad, I'll be needing it."

His words float behind me as I storm off.

The day goes by like shit. I yell at my employees for the first half, and they all look at me as if I've grown two heads. I would be surprised too, considering the fact that I never yell.

During the second half of the day, I analyze the marketing research reports. I scan the survey for introducing dairy products to our range of offerings. A survey on what products people prefer.

I sip my fifth coffee and go through the list of their favorite milks and almost spit my coffee out when I see the last one. Who the fuck included breast milk in here? It wasn't even an option in the survey. My lip curls. Which bastard likes to drink breast milk? He was graceful enough to write his wife's breast milk.

My thoughts abruptly halt. I imagine Charlotte with a round belly. Nine months pregnant, breasts heavy and swollen with milk. I imagine sucking her tits and her milk filling my mouth. I bet it would be as sweet as her pussy. Maybe even sweeter. My dick strains against the zipper of my trousers. I swipe a hand over my mouth as the thought takes root in my head. Fuck. How did I turn into this?

First fucking my daughter in law, then wanting to impregnate her? It was sick. But, it wasn't as bad as the current situation I'm in. Letting Sebastian have her, fuck.

I fall into my chair and close my eyes. She doesn't even know of the decisions I'm taking behind her back. Maybe it's what's best for all of us. It's definitely the best for Sebastian, considering that he can't get a better woman than Charlotte. As for Charlotte, Sebastian is closer to her age and she won't have to worry about any gossip or scandals. And me? Well, I'm used to being a lone wolf.

A knock on the door makes me clear my thoughts and tell the person on the other side to come in. Maybe I manifested Charlotte from my thoughts?

That hope quickly vanishes as Bertha comes in.

"Sir, shall I send out invitations for your annual charity ball?"

Thoughts of the charity ball have completely escaped my mind.

"Don't forget to send one to Alistair Galanis."

"Of course Mr. Crosswalk."

She leaves and I'm once again left alone in silence. I ignore the pain in my chest and prepare reports for the marketing and production team to go through.

By the time I get back home, it's half past ten and there's no sign of Charlotte or Sebastian. Of course. They're probably on their little date.

I heat up whatever dinner Julia cooked up and shovel it into my mouth, without registering the taste of it. I'd told her to stop cooking red meat. I know why Charlotte doesn't eat it and when I started feeling what she felt, it just didn't sit right with me. I've seen some slaughterhouse videos one day and threw up. They still haunt my mind. I found I do have sympathy for four legged mammals. That sympathy doesn't extend to chickens though. I take the last bite of my chicken taco and clean up after myself.

I go into my room and decide to take a cold shower since my dick won't go down ever since I had the thought of impregnating Charlotte.

As I stand under the cold stream, I wonder what they must be doing right now? Is she laughing at his corny jokes or are they having an intimate dinner. Will they fuck each other? The last thought makes me punch the shower tiles in frustration. Fuck! If I want to live a remotely peaceful life, I have to stop thinking about her. Starting from now.