Call Me Daddy 3

5

"Noah, get back here," I spoke as I walked down the chip isle in the grocery store with Tyler in the cart and Kyler walking beside of me singing his ABC's

Of coarse, with Noah being Noah, he kept running from me and knocking things off the shelf. Other parents keep looking at me like I'm crazy and don't know how to control my kids.

"Mommy! I have to get groceries," he threw his hands up and threw a bag of nasty chips in the cart.

I sighed and took the chips out of the cart before picking Noah up and setting him in the back of the cart, "stay," I pointed my finger at him them started laughing when I realized I sounded like a girl talking to her dog.

"You guys make me so happy," we started strolling through the store again.

When we got up to the check out line, there was this really good looking black guy that started ringing up my groceries. I read his name tag and saw that his name is Damien.

"Are these your kids?" Damien questioned.

"Yeah," I laughed and got in my purse to get out my credit card.

"You don't look old enough to have three kids," he complemented.

"I'm twenty-four so...I guess not," I smiled and swiped my card then typed in my password.

"Well," he handed me my receipt along with another piece of paper, "you should call me some time."

I awkwardly smiled and put the papers in my purse, "thank you."

"No problem. I'm expecting that call!"

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Changing Tyler's diaper, I look up and see my purse on my bed side table. What would be so wrong if I just called him? I mean, what could happen besides us becoming friends? I'm married and I'm faithful.

Finishing Tyler's diaper change, I grab my purse and pull out my phone and the piece of paper with Damien's number messily scribbled on it. I dialed his number and listened to the phone ring until someone picked up, "hello?"

"Damien? It's Emily..."

"Emily? I don't know any Emily's," he spoke and I realized that he never asked for my name.

"The girl from the store. The one with three kids," I laughed and walked down stairs to check on the kids.

"Oh!" He laughed, "what's up?"

"Nothing just watching the kids," I smiled and positioned myself on the couch so I could keep a close eye on Noah's mean ass.

"Don't you have a husband to help you with that? I saw your ring," his voice became serious.

"It-It's complicated..." Why the fuck did I just say that? We're still together.

"You still love him, so that's why you wear the ring?"

"No! I mean...we're still together he's just going through some things....right now."

"Oh," his voice sounded deeper, "well hey, listen. Do you wanna meet up tonight and have dinner maybe?"

"Sure," I smiled, "sounds fun."

"Okay, tonight then. I'll pick you up at seven. Send me your address," I could tell he was smiling through the phone.

"Will do. Bye."

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Answering the door, I smile as I see Damien wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans. Casual.

"Hello," he smiled and leaned in for a hug.

Okay...,I gave him an awkward hug and smiled back, "hi."

"Are you ready? " He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded my head and shut the front door, "let's go."

I dropped the kids off at Patties and told her I was going out with some friends to get my mind off things. Of coarse that was a lie but how could I tell her I was going out with another man?

We pulled up to a big brick house similar to mine and I looked at him confused, "where are we?"

"We're gonna have dinner at my house," he smiled at me and got out of the car before opening my door for me.

"Thank you."

"Yep. Follow me," he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the front door of his house.

We walked into his house and he led me to his kitchen before sitting me down at his table, "I cooked steak and shush kabobs."

"Sounds good," I smiled and got comfortable.

He brought out two plates and we started eating. The steak was amazing.

"So," I wiped my hands on my napkin and pushed my empty plate away, "let's get to know each other."

"Okay," he laughed and leaned on the table with his arms crossed, "what do you wanna know?"

"Uhm...." I laughed and stared at him intently just like he was me, "how old are you?"

"Twenty-three. You're twenty-four right?" He questioned.

"Yes," I nodded my head and smiled, "uhm...do you have any kids?"

"I do not but I have baby fever," he smiled and sent me a wink.

He stood up and slowly walked towards me making me lean back in my chair out of nervousness, "y-yeah? They're a lot of work," I laughed nervously.

"I can handle it," he lifted his eyebrow and pulled my chair out before grabbing my arm and pulling me up, "do I make you nervous, Emily?"

Nodding my head and gulping, I look away.

He cupped my cheek and turned my face back to him so I was looking at his dark brown eyes. They're not honey colored like Jason's which makes me sad, "don't be nervous around me. You're so beautiful Emily, did you know that?"

"My husband let's me know everyday," I said in a bitchy voice.

"Where is he now?" Damien taunted.

I looked around and gulped before answering, "taking care of things."

"Like what?" He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"S-Someone framed him," it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Ahh," he gave me a crooked smirk, "so he's in jail?"

"Only because someone framed him," I glared at him and grabbed his arms from around my waist before backing away.

"No no no...c'mere Emily," he pulled me towards him, "you need someone to pleasure you while he's away. A girl can't go without it."

He pressed his lips against mine and put his large hands through my hair to hold me in place as I tried to back away, "Shh Emily, kiss me baby. He'll never know. C'mon, you need it."

Leaning into the kiss, I tilt my head to make sure the kiss deepens. I moaned when his hands slid over my ass onto my thighs to pick me up.

He started carrying me to his room where we did something that I am going to regret for the rest of my life.

A:N - IM SORRRYYYYY!!!

Xoxo- Alexa