My new crush

Charlotte's pov

The first thing I wondered was, what was wrong with me? I didn't want to dwell on my faults because I knew it could lead to an outcome I wouldn't like. To avoid even starting to think about it, I leaned back against the car seat and closed my eyes.

"You must be tired," Ava said, touching my shoulder as she joined me in the back seat of the car. Before I could respond, Tyler, Ava's father, spoke up,

"She's been on the plane since morning. She must be tired."

Even his voice aroused me. Please, stop! Stop thinking about these imagined scenarios. What if Ava could see into my heart? What would she think of me? What's happening to me? Since the moment I made up my mind to pursue relationships with older men, I've found myself attracted to men much older than myself.

The closing of my eyes briefly provided some relief, but immediately the image of Ava's dad appeared in my mind. Even with my eyes closed, I could see Tyler's image. Am I infatuated with him because of my emotional state, or am I genuinely in love with him because of his attractiveness? He is the most handsome man I've ever seen. It's as if he was crafted separately by the creator of men.

If closing my eyes couldn't make the thoughts go away, I might as well open them because I could still see him in my mind's eye and there was no difference between opening or closing my eyes.

I cautiously opened my eyes, and the first person I saw in the rearview mirror was Tyler, the man I secretly loved. In that instant, I closed my eyes again as my breathing quickened. Medically, they said that when your breath quickens, your body is preparing for intimacy.

Is this just infatuation? As I pondered that question, a thought struck me. Why did this man have to be my best friend's father? Why couldn't he have been a stranger I just met? It would have been pleasing if I approached him and asked him out on a date. Older men tend to be more reasonable, mature, and understanding of someone's feelings. They can care for you like a daughter and also as a lover. I'm not imagining this; I have experienced it at that hotel. If the man from my blind date had been younger, he would have slept with me even while I was in tears. I can see the stark contrast between younger and older men.

Should I tell Ava that I'm now interested in older men? One of the reasons she invited me here was to find a handsome, athletic man for me, someone with abs even better than Harry's. But the moment I laid eyes on Tyler, all my plans went out the window. When Ava went to put my luggage in the car trunk, I stood close to Tyler and felt a connection in my heart. He emitted an irresistible sensuality. His intense gaze could ignite a fire within. He couldn't take his eyes off me, and what felt like a few minutes changed my life.

Every movement he made exuded confident allure. His well-sculpted physique left me in awe as his semi-fitting shirt showed it all. There was a mischievous smile on his lips, hinting at hidden desires. Why was he smiling at me like that? Was it just a casual smile, or did it mean something more? A thought crossed my mind. His voice had a husky tone that sent shivers down my spine, the kind of voice I desired when filling out that online dating app form. He effortlessly commanded attention with his magnetic presence. There was an undeniable sex appeal in everything about him. He was the epitome of temptation, causing my heart to race and my pulse to quicken.

If I could have my way with him, I might find healing. He was the medicine I desired. But could he possibly share the same erotic urge? In my wildest imagination, I don't think that's possible. He's happily married, with a lovely daughter and a beautiful home. Why would he even entertain such thoughts? What's happening to me is likely due to the emotional trauma Harry caused. But if Tyler were to just embrace me, it would leave me breathless. Didn't I feel those oceanic feelings the moment we shook hands? I didn't want to let go of his hand until Ava came, and it felt as if my crush had kissed the back of my hand. It was similar to those feelings when the most handsome guy in school, the one every girl wanted, chose you for prom night. That's exactly how I felt inside.

Lost in my deep thoughts, I felt Ava's hand on my lap as she gently tapped me.

"Charlotte, we're home, beautiful tired lady. I know you must be exhausted," she said affectionately, giving me a warm smile.

I opened my eyes and the first thing I did was look outside the car window to confirm if what Ava said was true. She was right; we were at Ava's house. Ava was the first to step out of the car. As I tried to catch a glimpse of Tyler's face in the rearview mirror, his eyes were locked on me. I couldn't help but wonder what he might be thinking.

"Why am I still in the car?" his gaze seemed to say.

As I prepared to get out of the car, he smiled, putting me at ease, but I hurriedly exited the car. Ava took my hand with her right hand and held my luggage with her left as we entered Tyler's mansion. Halfway to the house, Tyler got out of the car and called out to Ava as we were going.

"Ava, please come here."

We paused, and Avs left me and my luggage to meet her dad. Tyler whispered something in her ear, and Ava shrugged while looking at me. What could they be talking about? Are they discussing me? That was my initial thought since they were both looking in my direction. Ava hurried back to me, and we proceeded into the house.

"Mom, we're home!" Ava exclaimed joyfully as we entered the living room, only to find it empty.

"My mom must be in her room," Ava said, trying to cover up her disappointment. She probably expected her mom to be in the living room. She then continued to hold my hand tightly, leading me not to her room but to one of the guest rooms downstairs. It was a bit surprising, but I didn't show it.

In my previous visits, Ava always took me to her upstairs room.

"Come on, let's go see my mom in her room," Ava said, and we left my luggage near the entrance of my room and went to meet her mum. When we arrived, she was sitting on a brown chair with numerous documents in front of her, which she was signing.

"Mum, we're back!" Ava walked up to her mum, and they immediately embraced. Then her mum looked at me and also hugged me. While her hands were still on me, she said,

"I'm sorry for the heartbreak. Ava told me everything. Don't worry, someone who loves you deeply will come along."

I glanced at Ava, and she gave me an uncomfortable smile, as if she had expected her mum not to say something like that at that moment.

"You'll outgrow these feelings," Brenda patted my back. However, in my eyes, I had different thoughts. This wasn't the first time I had seen Brenda, but all I could think was how lucky she was to enjoy Tyler's company alone. What a privilege! How would she feel when the stunning Tyler stands naked in front of her? She should be the happiest woman on earth. She would be satisfied with the gift of nature that her man possessed.

We didn't spend much time in Brenda's room, and we left when she turned back to her documents. Ava opened the door, and we walked out of her mum's room. As we descended the stairs, we passed Tyler along the way, and I tried my best not to look at his eyeballs. Who knows, I might lose my balance and fall down the stairs.

Just as we were entering my room, Ava and I heard Tyler's thunderous shout,

"You have no right to sign that document."

Ava and I were organizing my clothes in the wardrobe when we suddenly stopped.

"Excuse me, please," Ava said and she hurriedly left my room, and I could hear the sound of her footsteps pounding on the stairs as she rushed to meet her parents. I couldn't hear their conversation anymore, maybe because they lowered their voices or perhaps Ava closed the door when she got there. Since I didn't hear Tyler's voice anymore, I continued arranging my clothes.

After about two minutes, I noticed the opening of my door without a knock.

"Oh, sorry. I thought no one was here. I thought Ava took you to the other guest room," it was Tyler who had entered.

"No problem! You're welcome, Sir," I smiled, unable to control my excitement.

"I believe I've told you my name before, I'm Tyler. I would prefer you call me by my name," he said, walking closer to me, then he suddenly changed his direction and walked towards the window, and the room fell silent. I thought he might want to continue the conversation, but he paused, and I wanted to hear more of his voice. Ava would be back soon, and I needed to act quickly. What should I do? I asked myself as I continued organizing my clothes. Then, a thought came to my mind, making me feel hesitant about it. Do it! Do it!! Another thought encouraged me to do it and act as if it was unintentional. My heart was pounding, but I knew I had to do it. I slyly left the front of the wardrobe and walked towards the bathroom. I unbuttoned my gown and wrapped myself in a white towel. Tyler was still looking outside the room, unaware of what I was doing. I walked closer to him and stood behind him, then I said after turning my backside to him.

"Could you please unhook my bra? I want to take a bath, and I can't do it myself."