Forbidden Passion: My mother's boyfriend wants me

Maya’s pov

I stared blankly at the screen of my phone, the breakup message looking at me. I'd read the message at least ten times that morning, each word digging deeper into my chest.

"I'm sorry, Maya. I just don't think we're good for each other anymore. I hope you find someone who makes you happy."

I stopped working, and my coffee had become cold.I blinked, sighing as I forwarded the message to Celine with a single line: "You were right."

It didn't take long. Within fifteen minutes, Celine burst into my office, her blonde hair bouncing as she marched in.

"Girl, what the hell is going on?" Celine demanded, her voice a mix of concern and exasperation. "You're texting me cryptic messages, and I'm thinking you're curled up in a corner somewhere, crying over James, but..." She paused, scanning me. "You look fine! You're not even crying!"

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "Why would I cry over a breakup I saw coming months ago? Honestly, I'm relieved."

Celine's jaw dropped. "Relieved? Maya, the man just dumped you over text after three years together. That's brutal!"

I shrugged. "It's not like he was making me happy. I guess I've been expecting this for a while. It's no big deal."

Celine squinted, suspicious. "No big deal? You're telling me you're totally fine?"

"Totally fine," I replied, forcing a small smile.

Celine crossed her arms and tilted her head. "Then we're celebrating."

"What?"

"You heard me," Celine said with a mischievous grin. "We're going out tonight. Drinks, dancing, the works. We're going to party so hard you'll forget you even dated that loser."

I laughed. "Celine, I have work tomorrow—"

"I don't care," Celine interrupted, pulling me out of my chair. "You're coming with me. And wear something jaw-dropping ." She winked at me

I rolled my eyes, but a part of me was excited. Maybe this was exactly what I needed – a night out with my best friend to forget my troubles.

The club was packed

"This is insane," I shouted over the music.

"Exactly what you need!" Celine yelled back, signalling the bartender. "Two tequila shots!"

I groaned. "Celine—"

Celine handed me a shot glass. "Don't argue. Just drink."

I hesitated for a second before downing the tequila in one gulp, the burn spreading through my chest. I winced but couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me.

"That's my girl!" Celine cheered. "Now let's dance!"

The two of us made our way to the centre of the dance floor. Celine began grinding on me, I held her, enjoying the performance and view of her ass.

I found myself letting go, the stress and disappointment of the past few weeks.

The music came to a stop, and we made our way back to the bar.

“That was insane, I can't remember the last time I went out.” I smiled.

“You're welcome.” Celine smirked.

“I honestly needed this, and I think you might have company.” I smirked at her as I saw a man approaching our table.

“Hey, ladies.” He smiled, but his gaze never left Celine. He whispered something in her ears.

Celine leaned close to me and whispered, "I'm heading out, and don't forget Yolo. I'll see you in the morning!"

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Good luck, you lunatic."

Celine winked and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone.

I sat down sipping on my mojito and that was when my eyes came in contact with a God, he looked elegant and his lips looked like I could drown in them, I found myself biting down on my lips, “it's probably the liquor”. I said to myself

As if sensing my gaze, he looked up and our eyes met. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.

He was gorgeous, and the way he looked at me made me feel like the only person in the room.

Before I could second-guess myself, he stood and walked over to me.

"Are you always this obvious when you're staring at someone?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

My cheeks flushed. "And what makes you think I was staring.” I clapped back

“Alright, darling, let's pretend you weren't.” He smirked

“What are you having?” He asked his voice smooth.

“A mojito.” My voice came out a little high pitched.

“Two glasses of mojito, please.” He said to the bar attender.

“You don't have to.” I said. “It's no biggie, and I couldn't let a pretty girl like you sit alone.”

“And what makes you think I'm alone.” I said, staring at him.

“You've been sitting here for a while now.” He gave me a half smile and half smirk.

My heart was racing, and I felt my core become a little moist, I crossed my legs and then cleared my throat.

“So you've been watching me.” I half smiled

“I was. What's the use of lying, darling?” He watched me intensively. “You know most people consider that stalking.”

“It isn't when you were also stealing glances.” He smirked.

For a moment, it felt like the world to a pause we were lost, staring into each other's eyes

The sound of the glass interrupted us.

“So mind telling me why, a pretty girl like yourself is sitting alone at the bar?” He asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“I came with my friend, but… She left.”

“Looks like you'll be needing company.” He smiled

“Seems, like I would.” I stared at him while taking another sip. I looked calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside, I was yelling and a nerve wreck. I can't remember the last time I was out with a guy.

“And what's your name?” He asked, adjusting himself on his seat.

“I'm Maya. And you are?” “Daniel,”

“Nice to meet you, Daniel.” I said in a low slutty voice.

“The pleasure is mine Maya.” he said, dragging the word pleasure.