At The Dinning Table.

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 slick 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 slick and wet 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.