Chpater 3:

Renata stood by the stove, humming softly as the scent of fried eggs filled the kitchen. The sun was just rising, casting a golden light through the window.

She held her phone between her shoulder and ear, laughing quietly.

“I swear, if this breakfast flops, I’m never cooking again,” she said to Nina on the other end of the call.

“You? Mess up eggs?” Nina teased.

“You’re just nervous ‘cause it’s your first time cooking for Santiago.”

Renata chuckled and flipped the egg. “You’re not wrong.”

Just then, she heard a soft creak of the door behind her.

A broad smile spread across her lips.

“Hey, let me call you back,” she said quickly, ending the call.

Before she could turn around, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. She froze. Warm breath touched her bronze skin as lips brushed the side of her neck.

His cologne was different.

“Santiago?” Her eyes widened suspiciously. Her breath caught in her throat.

Then she looked down… and saw the hand.

It wasn’t Santiago’s.

Her heart skipped as she spun around in shock.

“You?”

“What are you doing here… in my house?” Her eyes widened seeing Domingo standing in front of her.

“Your house?” He chuckled dryly.

“Santiago’s house is also my house… we are…”

“Married?” He scoffed.

“You don’t have to remind me about that… but…” he paused to look around as he nodded, satisfied with what he saw.

“This is my house. I just gave it to him as a gift.” Domingo interrupted, his eyes darting across the kitchen.

“What do you want?” She took a few steps backward.

“You know what I want.” He reached to touch her cheek but she slapped his hand before it could make contact with her face.

“You should leave if you have nothing to say. Santiago is sleeping.” She said, trying to cover her cleavage when she noticed his eyes on it.

“Does it matter?”

“You’re old enough to be my father… You should be…”

“Forty-eight years. Am I too old?” He stepped forward.

Renata swallowed. “I could be your daughter and…”

“But you’re not,” he whispered. His right thumb slightly brushed her soft pink lips.

“I want you…” He whispered into her ear.

“Right now,” his eyes trailed slowly to her chest. He could see her nipple hardened and shooting out of her silk nightgown.

“You should stop this madness,” she cried while pushing him out of her way.

“You know the deal right? You’re way too smart to forget quickly.” He leaned against the kitchen cabinet.

Renata, who already had her back against him, turned slowly.

“There was no deal. It was a one-time mistake which I regret every passing second of the day. I have no intentions of continuing that sinful act,” she shook her head slowly as she spoke deeply from her heart.

“Sinful act?” Domingo chuckled dryly.

“Is that what you call it?” He asked, boring his eyes into hers.

“No. That’s what it is,” she gritted her teeth and tightened her fists beside her.

He pointed at where she had stood earlier. “You just called me Santiago right there, again. Are you still going to call what we shared that night a sinful act?”

“God!”

“Fuck! Don’t you get it?” She threw her hands in the air, fueled with frustration and anger.

“I am a married woman. I’m happily married, Mr. Domingo Serrano.” She raised her hand where the large piece of diamond ring rested on her slender finger.

“Who cares?” He frowned.

“What?” She gasped in disbelief.

“I don’t care if you were married to some alien. I want you, Renata and I will have you.” He said confidently without stuttering.

“Oh… oh my!” Renata staggered backward with her hand searching for a hold while the other hand rested on her chest. Her chest hurt, realizing the gravity of that night’s mistake.

“If you comply… no one would have to know,” he walked over to where she leaned against the cabinet.

He grabbed her waist, but she pushed his chest hard. “Don’t… don’t you ever touch me with those filthy hands.” She raised her index finger to warn him sternly.

“You mean these same hands that explored this gorgeous body?” He licked his lips seductively, his eyes traveling from her eyes to her chest.

She didn’t utter a word. She just stared at him in astonishment, She knew she was done for.

He leaned closer to peck her on the cheek.

“Dad?” Santiago’s voice echoed through the kitchen.

Domingo quickly straightened up, his hands slid into his pockets, his eyes were on the floor searching for nothing.

“You came already?” Santiago asked as he opened the fridge to get a bottle of water.

“Good morning to you too, son.” He said.

“Hey baby,” Santiago walked over to where Renata stood, his arms circling her waist, just the same way Domingo did a few minutes ago. It was safe to say it was a father and son fetish.

Renata’s heartbeat slammed against her ribs.

“I searched for you, you were meant to be next to me, baby.” He kissed her neck.

“I wanted to make you breakfast.” She stared blankly at the fry pan on the gas cooker.

“You know the chef could do that,” he sniffed her hair and then kissed her neck again.

“They are resuming this evening.” She reminded him.

“Oh!” He nodded.

“Why don’t you go sit at the dining table and I’ll bring your breakfast.” She smiled at him.

“About last night, didn’t I handle you properly? Where the hell did you see the strength to come down the stairs?” He teased with a smirk as he kissed her lips.

Domingo cleared his throat. Renata rolled her eyes to look at him, She could see how uncomfortable he was. Was he jealous?

Jealous of her making love with her husband?

Isn’t that crazy?

“Baby, go to the dining room,” she said, kissing Santiago’s forehead and slipping out of his embrace.

Santigo huffed in defeat, his hand running through his dark wavy hair.

He sat at the dining table while Renata served him a plate of eggs with pancakes and a cup of coffee.

“You are going to the office?” She stared at the file on the table, a slight frown on her face as her lips curled up in anger.

“Yeah.” He said without looking at her.

“But… you said…” She sighed deeply.

“I know what I said, baby. I’ll be back in a jiffy. I just need to drop this off,” he raised his eyes to smile at her.

Renata was about to leave with the tray when Santiago called her back.

“Baby…”

“My father, he will be staying with us for a while…”

“What?” Her jaw dropped at the news.

“It’s just for a while. Till the company signs the deal with BlackCore FinTech.” Santiago disclosed.

Renata rolled her eyes to where Domingo stood, amused at her shock at the news of his stay and that was when she noticed his luggage by the door of the living room.

“This can’t be happening.” She muttered under her breath in exhaustion.

Santiago barely touched his breakfast. He stood up with the cup of coffee in his hand. He gulped down the remnants of it and placed the cup on the saucer.

“I have to leave now,” he said, kissing Renata passionately on the lips.

“Can we go?” He said to his father who still stood there watching them.

“You go ahead. I need to use the restroom.” He excused himself.

“Okay. I’ll tell the chauffeur to arrange a car.” Santiago said and made his way out of the door.

Domingo stood there watching through the window as Santiago got into the back seat of the waiting car.

“It’s just the two of us now,” he smiled mischievously at Renata.

He took deliberate slow steps forward to where she stood. She leaned against the wall, her lashes flickering nervously as she stared at him.

He raised his hand slowly and rested it on the wall behind her for support. He tilted his head, his eyes staring at her lips, she could see the longing in them, he wanted her just like he had always chanted.

He leaned closer to kiss her, but she whimpered and turned her face away.

“I can’t… I can’t kiss you. Not after watching my son do that a few seconds ago.” He whispered into her ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

“But…” his other hand rose to her titties. He squeezed them gently, he enjoyed the way Renata moaned… was she enjoying it or trying to suppress it? He didn’t know and didn’t care.

“I’ll see you when I get back.” He kissed her cheek and walked out the door.

Renata stood there, zoned out. Her mind rummaged through so many thoughts and scenarios.

“What am I doing?” She raised her hands to her hair as she dug at it helplessly.

She slid down the wall to the floor. She sat there, her head buried in her hands.

“This isn’t fair to Santiago. He needs to know.” She quickly got up from the floor, her eyes darting around the living room for her phone.

“I must call him and confess.”