Chapter 2 CAUGHT?

Tasha's POV

I was peacefully dozing off in my room when the sound of my sister's voice abruptly shattered the tranquility.

"Get your ass up or you will be late for school," she blurted out, barging into my room as if she owned the place. The sudden intrusion was jarring, and I instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around me, trying to shield myself from the invading sunlight.

But my sister wasn't having any of it. With a swift motion, she yanked the blanket away, exposing me to the unwelcome brightness of the morning. I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of Monday morning settling upon me like a heavy fog.

"Leave me alone!" I said with a hint of frustration in my voice.

"Don't you dare Tasha, we are fucking late" she replied angrily,

"We?"

"Yes we, I have to get to work early and that means I have to drop you off early too" she explained "Get up from that bed this minute" she ordered as she left the room.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of bed, my body heavy with the weariness that comes from the start of a new week. As I shuffled towards the bathroom, I couldn't help but dwell on the fact that Mondays always seemed to have a way of dampening my spirits.

The warm water cascaded over my skin as I stepped into the shower, providing a brief respite from the Monday blues. Yet, even amid the soothing water, I couldn't shake the underlying feeling of disdain for school. It was as if it had a personal vendetta against me, determined to make every moment a struggle.

I never liked going to school but my parents thought it was compulsory and that's why they forced me to come stay with my sister. According to them, maybe I might learn one or two from their perfect daughter.

Mary has always had it easy, she was the best student in her class, she graduated college at a very young age, got a good job, and married the perfect man or at least she thought he was. While I on the other hand was a stark contrast to her, sometimes I just wished she had struggled a little. Maybe I wouldn't have to try so hard to live up to her expectations.

As I made my way downstairs, I couldn't help but notice my sister pacing around the house like an impatient dog. She always had this need for everything to be punctual and perfect, as if she were the queen of organization. It was impressive in a way, but sometimes it felt suffocating.

I couldn't help but observe the opposite between her seemingly perfect exterior and the hidden cracks in her personal life. Her failing marriage was a secret she had yet to uncover, she thinks her husband is all perfect, I wonder how she would feel when she found out he is fucking me.

But amidst the chaos of my sister's restless energy, my attention was momentarily diverted by a familiar figure emerging from the room. There is Desmond, the man who didn't let me sleep on time last night. Our eyes locked for a brief moment, and I couldn't help but give him a seductive smile, hoping to catch his attention.

However, disappointment washed over me as he quickly looked away, as if intentionally avoiding my gaze. It was a fleeting moment, but the flicker of disappointment etched across my face was undeniable.

"Good morning my love," Desmond said as he gave Mary a peck on the cheek, the sight of them all lovey-dovey sent a rush of anger through me.

"Good morning darling" Mary replied, her attention solely focused on her phone, tell me why wouldn't he sneak into my room at night? "Oh my goodness!"

"What is it dear?" Desmond asked, when she screamed all of a sudden.

"I need to get to work as soon as possible, Natasha you have to go to school on your own"

As my sister informed me that she wouldn't be able to drop me off at school, frustration washed over me like a tidal wave. It seemed like her dedication to work trumped everything else in her life. I let out a heavy sigh, feeling a mix of disappointment and annoyance.

I watched as she stormed out of the house, her determination to get to work early palpable. It was as if her entire existence depended on being there. It was hard not to feel a pang of resentment, knowing that her commitment to her job often overshadowed other responsibilities and family obligations.

Left to my own devices, I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to find solace in a comforting breakfast. And there, amidst the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, stood Desmond. A mischievous smile crept upon my lips as I approached him,

As I walked toward him, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Desmond and I have a funny relationship, in front of his wife he acts like I am a nobody but whenever she is not around he can't seem to get enough of me.

As I reached the kitchen counter, I playfully leaned against it, my eyes fixed on Desmond. "Hey Papi," I said gently.

"I am late for work Tasha and you are late for school also" Desmond replied with a bit of an attitude.

"You can drop the act now, she is not here," I said as I traced my fingers down to his thigh. "Don't you miss me?"

"Tasha!" Desmond moaned out my name.

"I know you can't resist me" I said as I unbuckled his belt and brought down his trousers to his kneel level. "This is mine" I stroked his cock through his white boxer.

"Desmond!" We both jumped up in surprise as we heard my sister's voice from the living room.

Why is she back? Did she hear us?

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