At the dining table with my Dad's best Friend.
I couldn't even say a word to Mr Mattias, all I could think of was Blake having the guts to dump me for his ex-girlfriend. I felt a buzz against my pocket, it was from Blake. I could feel my heart racing as I opened the message. ”I'M SORRY IT HAD TO END THIS WAY SHIMMA, BUT IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT ME, IT'S ABOUT YOU. YOU WEREN'T JUST GOOD IN BED, AND I GOT TIRED OF IT, PUSSY TOO DRY, AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN RIDE ME PROPERLY, I'M SORRY I COULDN'T KEEP SUFFERING WITH YOU, BYE SHIMMA,” Instantly I dropped my phone on the dining table, I felt tears welled up in my eyes. I cleaned it up as quickly as I could, but it was too late, Mr Mattias had seen them. Obviously he could see me crying, he was sitting right across me, there was no way he wouldn't notice. “Is it him?“ He asked calmly. Him? What did he mean? Did he hear me earlier? “Who?“ I sniffed in the rest of the tears. “Shimma, you don't have to pretend like you don't know, obviously, you're crying, so now tell me, did that bastard just text you again,” damn! he was serious, or pissed rather. Shit! He heard me yelling at Blake on the phone. There was no need to hide anything, I couldn't, even if I wanted to. “Yes,” I nodded. “That son of a bitch!“ He cursed. “Eat up, and get a nice sleep, okay, that fool doesn't deserve you anyways,” Mr Mattias said. Yes, those words lit me up a little, but were these words really coming from my uncle? Getting a nice sleep was entirely opposite to my night, I cried my eyes out. Of course I just got dumped, and worse, he said it was my fault. Was I really that bad? Was my pussy really dry? I traced my finger down to my pussy, digging my index finger into my pussy entrance, I brought out my finger and rubbed them against each other, I could feel a slimy juice. No! my pussy wasn't dry! I guess it wasn't entirely from me, rather it was Blake, only if he would have fucked me as hard as I imagined my Mr Mattias would, then I would get so slimy for him, just like I do any time Mr Mattias comes close to me. The thought of Mr Mattias crossed through my head and I instantly felt horny again, or I just wanted to forget Blake this time. I dug my index finger back into my pussy, and I started moving it in a back and forth motion. “Shit!“ I greeted my teeth and used my other hand to raise my sweat shirt up. My other hand took a nipple as I began to rub it. “Arrghhh,” I moaned, "yes daddy! Fuck me Mattias. I added one more finger into my pussy as I threw my head backward in pleasure. I was so carried away that I didn't notice Mr Mattias was standing by the door. “What are you doing Shimma,” I jerked in fear, my room was a bit dark, but from the lamp I had turned on earlier, he could perfectly see me. “Why do you keep doing this to me Shimma, fuck! I'm trying to hold this in!“ He banged the door and he wasn't there anymore. I had paused on my track due to shock. My boobs still sticking out under my sweatshirt, my hand still dug into my pussy. What was that? Was he mad at me? Or was he aroused by it? I woke up hearing my dad's voice coming from the living room. My experience with Mr Mattias added to the case, how would he look at me after seeing me touching myself and screaming his name. I was ashamed of myself. I heard a knock on my door and I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I didn't know why or maybe it was because I didn't want to stand the sight of Mr Mattias, I couldn't. “Honey,” it wasn't Mattias, it was my dad. “Dad,” I said, still pretending like i just woke up to his voice, I turned to see him next to me, and Mr Mattias was standing by the door. “I'm sorry you had to go through the stress, Mr Mattias told me Blake left you to go home by yourself in the rain, well he deserves what he got,” my dad said, turning to glance at his best friend and they both giggled. “What do you mean dad?“ I frowned. “I heard he got beaten up by some men, maybe he got himself involved in trouble, well whoever beat him up, did us a great job,” I turned to Mr Mattias who was still standing by the door. There was no single expression on his face, there was usually none. Was it him? no he wouldn't. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You both should stay for breakfast,” Mr Mattias said. “Oh Matt, you know I still have work to attend to at the office, I just need to drive Shimma home and then head back to the office, thank you for yesterday brother,” my dad said then he turned back to me. “Get up sleepy head, your mum is waiting for you at home, it's the weekend, you don't want to be late for shopping,” my dad smirked at me. I loved my dad mostly for one thing, he never fails to spend on I and my mother. He would take us on lovely vacations and despite my both parents being too busy, they still never made me feel lonely. “Alright, I'll be downstairs,” my dad stood up, exiting the room, but Mattias didn't follow him. What! Mattias was now heading to where I laid. “Did you do it?” I asked him as I sat up. “Do what?.“ “Send some men to beat Blake up?.“ “What made you think I would?“ He said with a raised brow. “About last night…” I said facing downwards. “What happened last night?“ “You saw me…,” “Saw you do what?“ He dug both hands in his pocket while he stood in front of me. “Nothing.“ I said with a small grateful smile,he was willing to forget it ever happened. “Good, now come downstairs and have breakfast.“ I watched him leave and sighed in relief.“There’s something I want to say…” she said, stepping forward, her gaze drifting to me.But then her reaction softened, turning into sadness, maybe regret.“Shimma,” she started, moving even more closer. “Please forgive me if I ever made things hard for you. You know I have always wanted the best for you; that way, I must have overreacted. I am so sorry,” she said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.I let out a sigh of relief, drawing her in for a hug. “Mum, it’s okay, I forgive you,” I said, tears streaming down my face as I turned to Mr. Mattias. He wiped his eyes, turning away quickly. Was he crying too?MR. MATTIAS' POV.Gosh! She caught me crying. Although I don’t blame myself for doing so, seeing her happy for the first time in a long while made me, you know, emotional.Finally, there’s nothing holding us back—not her parents, not life itself; everything I ever dreamed of is all happening.I would be getting married to the love of my life in a few weeks, and in a few mo
“What is going on here? And what is he doing here?” he asked, his tone cold.Before I could gather my thoughts to respond, Mr. Mattias gently squeezed my hand and stepped forward. “Derry,” he began, his voice steady but respectful. “I understand this may come as a shock to you.”My father’s frown deepened, but Mr. Mattias pressed on. “Please, I would appreciate it if you let me explain.”“Explain what? The fact that you went ahead to find Shimma, even after threatening to ruin your life?” my father said, anger evident in his voice.But there was this strange calmness about him; he was as angry as I thought he would be.“I don’t care if you ruin my life, Derry. All that matters to me is your daughter, Shimma,” Mr. Mattias said, turning to steal a glance at me.“And there’s something we have to tell you.” Hearing this, I watched my mother's eyes widen in curiosity, although she had been strangely quiet throughout.“Shimma and I are engaged, and she’s pregnant.” I heard my mother finally
“We are here,” Mr. Mattias said as he sat in the driver’s seat, his gaze drifting to me as we pulled up in front of my parents' house.I could feel my heart racing—no, pounding hard!. While my mind raced with a million thoughts.God. What if I am making a mistake by coming here? what if they take me away like they did before? How would they react? What would my father do to Mr. Mattias if he found out I was engaged and pregnant by him? My mother on the other hand must have thought she had ruined everything that Mr. Mattias and I had, but what would her reaction be if she found out she had actually made us closer?“Are you okay, babe?” Mr. Mattias asked, breaking me from the whirlwind of thoughts. I nodded. “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine,” I said, slowly watching the guards walk up to us.One of the guards who had spotted me gasped, his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost. “G—good day, Ma’am,” he greeted, shock evident in his tone. “Good day, please let us in,” I said, feeling breathless.He nod
“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said.He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke.“While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.”“Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.“Who said she’s going to be a girl? I’m sorry, but we are having a boy,” I said, chuckling.“Well, we are having a girl because she told me so?” Mr. Mattias responded.“Who?”“Her! She literally just spoke to me.”“What the?! He’s not even fully formed yet!”“She’s, not he’s,” Mr. Mattias corrected, and we both giggled.He stood up, dragging a chair close to mine, then leaning over so he could be closer to me.I knew Mr. Mattias had always
I was done setting up the candles on the dining table when I heard a knock on my door.A warm smile formed on my lips as I made my way to open the door.Standing there was Mr. Mattias, in a black shirt and perfectly fitted beige pants.He held a bouquet of roses. Not that I was surprised; this was like the tenth time in two weeks I had received roses from him. I might as well get used to it now.“Hi,” he said nervously. Why was he nervous? I hadn’t even spilled the tea yet.“Hi,” I said softly as I paved the way for him to enter, his cologne enveloping the room.“Wow!” he exclaimed, his eyes landing on the dining table. The settings.“This is beautiful,” he said, turning to glance at me. “But what’s the occasion?” he asked. There was no way he would know I was pregnant yet because he had called me earlier, asking what the doctor said the problem was, and I told him it was stress. I know; I had to lie to him so that I could get his full reaction in person. Forgive me.“Well, I have ne
THREE WEEKS LATER. It was a Saturday morning. I sat on my couch, giggling and chuckling, my gaze focused on the TV. As I watched my favourite reality shows. I placed my hand on my tummy, because it was grumbling. Obviously I was starving. It was past ten Am and I hadn't had breakfast. I picked up the remote control, pressing the power off buttton. I honestly didn't want to quit the show, but at the same time I needed to eat. I got up, about to tak a first step, but I paused, placing my hand on my hand because I had just felt a sharp head ache. I felt this way yesterday and it's becoming concerning. After a few seconds, I felt the headache reduce and then I proceeded to head to the kitchen. ------- Later that afternoon, I got dressed to go see the doctor. I thought the nauseous feelings would stop but it hadn't, and I needed to take a test, just to know what's wrong. "HEY BABE, I'M LEAVING FOR THE HOSPITAL ALREADY," I texted Mr Mattias. He had basically forced me to l