The Unexpected

Chapter 17

Scarlett’s POV:

I stayed as still as I possibly could due to the sight I had of my parent’s looking down at Mesut and I. Gripping on tight to the available flesh on his back as my body portrayed nothing but a statue-like figure beneath him, unable to move in any sort of way due to the heavy muscled man I had on top of me. Both my mother and father stared down at the two of us with their mouths hung wide open in a sense of disgust as it engraved in their eyes as they witnessed their eldest and only daughter led across the sofa to their home with a man on top of her to whom she claims only to be a friend. And I already knew just what is to be playing through their minds at this precise moment in time; that being that I really do have a funny way in showing my form of affection to a friend. To which I agree with them completely over but yet for some strange reason I could not help myself this time around and needed Mesut more than ever before. We stayed in the exact same position with the both of us afraid to move even the smallest and simplest of muscles inside our bodies. It was to the point where still I continued to feel him deep inside of me not moving an inch and if there were to be any form of sudden movements coming from his behalf then there is no saying that I will be able to hold back the expected moans which will most likely be triggered due to his actions. And seeing as that would be right in front of the both of my parent’s it really is the last thing that I ever want to happen. So I really am just hoping beyond praying that Mesut stays still in order to disallow any movements which will enable that to happen as I myself have no intention to move.

There was no doubt in the back of my mind that the German which was on top of me was feeling just as awkward as I was over this little predicament that we have just so happened to find ourselves in once again. Yes something exactly like this has happened to the two of us before as you of course know – last night to be precise – but the difference being is that then it was just my mother who unfortunately had the displeasure of walking in on the two of us but now my father has been brought into the mix and that in itself has dug us an even bigger hole. No father in their right mind wants to witness with their own eyes their daughter having sex let alone for it to be in his home and due to the fact that it has turned out to be everything that could only be produced in mine and my father’s worst of nightmares I can only but image as to how he is to be feeling right about now. All that he is giving off as a signal by the way that he is looking at us – well Mesut in particular – is nothing but complete and utter anger with a sense he is extremely livid over seeing precisely this. And knowing just what my father is like he is most probably holding himself back with all of the might he has left in not marching on right over to the pair of us to rip Mesut’s head off. The one thing and one thing only that I am merely positive of right now is the fact that by no means am I looking forward to the long talk repercussions that are to follow all of this, courtesy of my mother and father in their way of ‘telling me off’ ahead of my actions and them finding me like this. Pathetic, I know.

Why I did not learn my lesson from the previous experience that we encountered last night I will never know. But in my defence I never was expecting for my parent’s to arrive home so early after their meal tonight. If anything I would rather had predicted that the earliest in which they could have possibly come back would have been eleven o’clock and for midnight to be the minimum latest. But now instead they chose for whatever reason to come home much earlier than I would have anticipated – ten o’clock to be precise. It baffles me as to why they are back so early because if I know my parent’s then there was definitely plenty of alcohol involved in their night out. There is no questioning it either as I am absolutely certain.

“Just get yourselves changed and meet your mother and I in the kitchen.” My father spoke out to break the awkward yet peaceful silence that was once surrounding us. But in the way that he had put things it was not as if he was giving us the choice and instead was demanding for us to do exactly as he wished. And with my father being in this frame of mind there is nothing for you to do other than to obey his words because at the end of the day he is the once certain to come out as the winner and not you. Just from the look on his face that he was giving us I knew that what was short to come would be far from how some may deep and peaceful and would in fact have plenty of awkwardness to it for sure. “This really is the last thing that I ever wanted to see.” He muttered to himself under his breath as he and my mother were quick to disappear out into the kitchen leaving the only available sound in the air to be the clicking sound to my mother’s heels as she walked down the hall.