Like mother like daughter | Paul McCartney (COMPLETE)

Part 2

*smut, like of course!*

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A month later:-

Dad was away on a business trip which makes it easier for me to introduce Paul to my mom. He had always been stingy about me dating guys and once he came to know that I was dating a guy, almost twice my age, he was definitely bound to lose his shit.

That was why I planned for my mom and Paul to meet because I felt like if Paul manages to make a good impression in front of mother, which I am a thousand percent sure he will, she might be able to convince dad maybe?

"So tell me more, what does this Paul do when he is not banging his students?"
Mom chuckled.

"Mom please! We are serious!"
I cried at her.

"Yes alright! *small chuckle* Tell me more about him. What's he like?"

"Well you know.. he is good, charming and insanely handsome! He also used to be in a band before you know? You must know, The Beatles or something..."

Suddenly, the ladle from my mother's hand falls onto the floor.

"Mom, are you okay?"

I reached in for the ladle and handed it to mom, whose face had instantly turned white.

"Mom?"

*ding dong*

"Okay that must be him! I am going to answer the door and please please, don't ask him silly questions okay?"

I pecked her cheek and rushed over to the open the door.

"Do you think your mother would like this?"

Paul grinned, pointing at his outfit.
*refer to the picture above*

I took my time to completely glance at his outfit and my Oh my, did he look fuckable.

"Like this? She would love this!"

I grabbed him by his coat and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

He slightly smacked my bum, making me jump and pull back from his lips.

"Paul..."
I nudged him playfully on his shoulder.

"Sorry couldn't resist..."
He said, his lips curving into a toothy grin.

I rolled my eyes at him and led him to the kitchen.

"Mom... I would like you to meet Paul.. Paul McCartney and Paul this is my mom Ka..."

"Katniss?"

1962:-

Paul's POV:-

It was again one of those long nights after our gigs, where the boys would stay back at the club, drinking, flirting and sometimes even banging some random girl and once again I caught Katniss staring at me.

She was wearing a tight red bodycon dress, barely covering her blooming cleavage while her mass of titan dyed hair cascaded messily a little below her shoulders.

If looks could kill, I would have been dead long ago.

Realizing I have been staring her for a really long time, I look away.
Also I had no intention of getting beaten up by his hot rod fiance, Roger.

I gulped at my drink and asked for a second round.

"Hey there..."

A small voice husked behind me.