The day we met

“Your mother would have my head," Justin said, opening the car door for me, while we left the hotel we had booked.

“Ten times is a lot of times to call somebody, she already called me, what's her problem?” I replied, getting into the car and using my seatbelt, something Justin taught me all those years ago. It was surprising that I still made mental notes on it.

“You being in my car reminds me of times when I used to come to pick you up from school,” he said and I smiled.

 I remember completely, that it was when my thirst for him started, back to the first time I had seen him, I couldn’t stop myself from staring deeply at him, still surprised that my mother was able to pull such a man.

“You don’t know me and you got in my car, didn't your mother teach you better than that?” He had said like a strict dad after I had entered his car that day. My eyes bulged, wasn't this the sweet man that just asked if I was Olivia? Was he truly going to abduct me? I mean it was okay, but I needed a headstart.

“You're my mother's husband, right?" I hope he wasn’t thinking he would suddenly start acting like he was my father because he was married to my mother. "What other reason would make you pull up in front of me, if you weren't from my mother?” I spat like a brat. 

He glanced toward me for a split second, his teeth biting his lips slightly “What do you mean?" He chuckled. "You're an adult-"

"I am nineteen"

"And nineteen is old enough to get cars pulling in front of you. Give yourself some grace." He said, "Any man would want you." He said the last sentence like he didn't want me to hear it, or it had escaped from his lips. Whatever way it sounded, it made me shift in my seat, a sudden nervousness brewing up in me.

"My name is…"

“Leo, Donald, Billie, Casper…whatever it is, drive please” 

"Are those your mother's exes?" he chuckled, while placing one hand on the steering wheel, revealing his tough muscles. I took my eyes off when I was staring too long and a smirk curled on my lips. Usually, when I was snarky to my mom's men they got angry, not amused like this one was.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at his sculpted body, again.

“I am Justin by the way, this is the first time we are meeting and I don’t want you to hate me, so let’s start over,” he said and I frowned.

“Can we have a silent ride?” I asked and he chuckled, his deep masculine laughter sent chills down my spine and I had to clench my thighs together. I didn’t know why I was reacting like this but this man exuded danger and the more he spoke, the more my body failed me.

“Play nice Olivia” he mentioned my name again. Oh, fuck.

“My mother missed important information about me then if you think I would ever play nice.” 

“Your mother never spoke about you, until today," he said.

My head tilted to him as my eyes grew in shock. I knew I hadn't been home for a long while, but she got married, moved in with a new man, and never spoke about her daughter.

“You sound like you hate her, but you look like you care. I was kidding by the way" he smiled, watching my anger spread wider through my face. "She spoke about you every day."

“And what did she say?"

"The question is, what do I believe?"

"What do you believe then? Mr. Justin" For some reason, I wished the way I called his name had the same effect it had on me when he called mine.

“That you're a spoiled child,” he said.

"What?"

"But you're tender." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "My mother never calls me tender, or kind or any of those good words."

"She doesn't, but that's what I see and believe"

 I folded my arms together like it was going to catch my heart that was about to fall because I saw no reason why my heart almost left my chest at his words.

Still, I didn't want to give him that grace, even when that was what he exuded. I wanted him to be part of my 'I hate my stepdads list' but it wasn't happening. 

“What is it?” He asked and I shook my head, he definitely wouldn’t like me saying I was attracted to him. We just met. He was my mum's. He was twice my age.

“Nothing,” I said facing the window and I heard him sigh.

I didn't know when his hand crawled up to my chest and I jumped off, very startled, my eyes glaring at him. "Safety first," he said, pointing at the seat belt that was just above my shoulder. He grabbed it and slid it down my chest, bucked it beside my hips and I could swear his hand had brushed my boobs.

I felt hot inside, steaming with desires. None of the boys at college had this effect on me. None. 

"Always use your seatbelt," he said and then drove the car faster than he had before like this was a sports race. I was mesmerized by his aura and I could not stop staring.

Why was my mother married to him? Oh, fuck, I had never wanted a man at first sight like I did to Justin. 

There was heat between my legs, what was this? I was attracted to my mother's husband. Fuck me, I laughed and he glanced at me.

“See, you smiled, I am not so bad now am I?” He said and I frowned.

“Where did you go?” Justin snapped his fingers on my face bringing me back to the present and I smiled. "Who were you thinking of?" He curled his lips in a smirk.

“I was thinking of last night" I blushed. "Getting eaten by you was on my bingo card"

We both laughed, the car warm with love and affection. "Me too," he said.

"You too?" I laughed. "Justin, how long have you liked me?" I raised my brows at him. "You have been married to my mum for five years now, you both have been going strong. And now…" I placed my hand on his hardness while he drove. "You kissed me back that day, and fucked me like I was going to die the next day"

"That's my secret to keep," he said. "You never told me when you started liking me either" he smirked at me, placing his big palm on mine so I could feel his hardness better. "I have a guess though."

"Let me hear it" I smile sheepishly.

"I would say, the first day we met."

"Eww." I shrieked and he laughed. "I would never!" I lied. "I never wanted to come home, meet my mum or her new husband at that time. There was no way I would have liked you at first sight!" I lied again.

"Then it was during your party then, because that was the first attraction for me."

My mouth went agape. "That was when you fell for me?" My voice was lower, like a toddler in love.

"Yes." He said very strongly. "It's a core memory."

I melted into my seat. Even if it was two years after we met, it was also a core memory for me, and I couldn't believe that he felt that spark, that night.