CARMELO
After visiting the construction site, I was eager to return home and rest my aching back. Getting old had its own perks, even though I was only thirty-four. The back ache was horrific.
It was evening. I entered the house, and it was oddly quiet. I checked the time on my Rolex. Was she not back yet? I climbed upstairs and with long strides I went to her room. I entered after knocking but she wasn't there. What was my mother still doing with her? She should've been back by now.
I took out my phone and dialed her number while opening the door to my room which was just opposite hers. It wasn't going through. A frown settled on my forehead "Where are you, tesoro?" I murmured, calling again and shut the door behind me.
I turned around and my eyes narrowed on the lacy pieces of clothes scattered all over my room. No, those were thongs—I choked on my saliva and coughed. Taking them in, they were in different colors. What the hell was going on here?
Heels clicked on the floor and the next thing was my woman, coming out of the bathroom with the sexy black and white thong. "You're back?" My jaws dropped to the floor and my eyes almost fell off their sockets while my heart demanded to be released from my chest. I blinked hard and started again from the bottom, where her black painted toenails peeked on her heels, to her slender legs, to her thick and toned thighs. My eyes skipped a beat and then landed on her tummy to her chest and finally on her face. I'd stopped breathing as I kept staring at her. Holy fuck!
"Melo! Melo! Hello!" her snapped fingers were what brought me back to my senses. I was already travelling to another nation with her. Imagination. I drew in a sharp breath, forcing my eyes away from her sexy body. "What is going on?" I managed to say.
She looked around at the mess she has created, "Oh this? I went shopping with your mother. She brought me all of these. So, I have been trying them ever since." I scoffed in my head. Sometimes it was your own family. Was my mother trying to kill me? This was definitely one of her tricks to get me to impregnate Chiara. I only told her about her consent yesterday for God's sake!
"My mother did?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. My blood sugar was going to rise at this point. "Yeah. Good thing now that you are here. I'll be trying them, and you will tell me what you think. I can't keep all of these."
"What?" I blurted. Hell no! Hell fucking no! I was already fighting with my demons for control just so I don't end up pouncing on her. And what? She wanted to drag this torture further. Oh, I am so fucked. My face dropped on my palms. I wasn't going to survive this. Bye, dear oath. Thank you, mama, for your service. Fucking hell!
I felt her hands on my shoulders, my body tensed, and I dropped my hands to my sides. "Come on," she pushed me down on the couch. My body bounced at the impact. "What do you think of this one?" She turned around and I drew my lower lip between my teeth. Oh lord, have mercy on me. Was she aware of what she was doing to me? Her perfect ass was literally a few breaths away from me. "Melo?" She called. I gulped, "Ah, good. It's good." She frowned and picked another set of them and returned back to the bathroom.
I blew out a series of breaths. Roughly loosened the tie and unbutton the two top buttons of the shirt. "Mama, what the hell is this?" I sobbed with no tears. I straightened up when she returned. This time with a cheetah prints thong. Shit! "What do you think?" She asked.
Oh, I'm thinking of a lot of things, tesoro. And all of them ended up with you pinned beneath me. On my fucking bed. Naked. Fuck! "It's amazing." I said enthusiastically. She grinned, "I thought so too. I'm keeping it." She picked another one and went back to the bathroom.
"Oh, God," I adjusted myself on the couch, the pants were suffocating me. In fact, it was tenting. I roughly wiped my forehead. This torture was far worse than losing a billion worth deal. She was going to kill me. I swear to God, this woman was going to kill me. Had she even given it a thought before submitting me to this deadly show? The heels clicked again, my head snapped to the bathroom door, blood drained from my face. Oh no. I jumped from my seat and dashed out of the room before she could return.
I flung the refrigerator's door open and took out a bottle of cold water, leaned down on the sink and let it soak my head. Breathing so hard and shivering. "Oh, fuck. Fuck." I repeated until the bottle was empty. My hands gripped the edges of the sink. Water dripped from my hair. I shut my eyes, groaning. "Shit." Then I began to laugh at myself. My voice echoed throughout the kitchen.
I was in deep trouble. And I needed to move my plans forward or else I'd go back on my own words without remorse. "Just a little bit more man, you waited so long." Yeah but she wasn't waiting. And if she did that purposely then I was fucked up. My mind and heart were in sync about this, but how could I prepare my demons for this? This was all Mama's fault. Jr was right. The two surely needed less time together. I couldn't tell what my mother would do next. Instead of returning upstairs, I went to my gym room. So much steam needed to be blown tonight.