3. The Trophy

Chris Pov

"This is my personal right to remarry. You can't forbid me because this is my need"

"I don't forbid you; it's just that the woman's age is much younger than my mother's; she might be the same age as me."

"Then why? What's wrong?"

I do not understand the way my father's view to marry a girl of my age. The girl could have a hidden purpose. A beautiful woman like her will only use her body to get money. She might cheat with another man who is younger than my father.

I was told by my aunt about this. I'm busy wanting to take care of the engagement, he even wants to remarry. And when I saw the office CCTV footage, the woman looked happy to meet him.

It is clear that the village girl has a specific purpose, and the old man is fascinated by her innocent face. I will not remain silent, I will watch every step in my house!

"It's a big mistake if you choose a young woman to accompany you. Maybe she will plan a death after your marriage," I said and left him who was stunned to sit at the dining table.

I should have conveyed good news for my engagement in two days. I went to my lover's house to reduce this anger in myself. Fortunately, her parents were not at home.

"Come in, your face is red, are you having a problem."

"Hum, my father wants to remarry and I don't agree."

I told my problem with her. She is a smart and understanding girl. She is a prospective surgeon. I fell in love with her when we were little. Study in the same school. We have been dating for 7 years, and she will be ready to get married when she finishes getting a specialist doctor.

"Most children do not agree if their parents remarry but you have to give him a chance to be happy. Even though the woman is far young. You must be able to prevent the woman's authority in your home."

"That means I have to move again to my father's house"

"Of course baby, you don't want her to cheat, right?" She said while stroking my face.

The anger in me slowly dropped because of her touch. Feeling her lips stroking my neck, I pulled her neck closer. Growing her pomegranate red lips. Crushed it roughly and hurriedly. I want to release the hormone adrenaline that peaked in me. Stress faces problems that are not in my mind with me.

Adult control is complicated. On the one hand, it is reasonable, but on the other hand, it is contradictory. I lifted my lover's body and took her to the room. We used to do it in this house when her parents did not exist.

Putting her body on the bed, I prepared a condom to wrap mine so as not to cause her to get pregnant, but she forbade me. "I want to feel more; we will soon get married because in a month, I will officially become a doctor," She said with a bright twinkle in her eyes.

"You don't matter if you're pregnant?"

"No baby, I want to feel more."

Releasing all barriers covering her valuable property. She widened her legs, bent and ready to be entered

"Oh, baby"

I'm not fine. Breaking into her humid entry in one beat. She groaned, her body twitching to feel mine. She was swinging half.

"Oh baby, faster, me, ah ... Faster baby, I—"

I also can't wait to vomit all my seeds into her warm hole that suffocated mine. One breath my breath took off all the seeds into it without pause. Her pointed nails stuck in my arm. She was limp for one of these hot romances.

***

"Where are you Chris?" asked my aunt. They are ready to go to the bride's house in the Jacquin Valley.

"I won't go there. Dad surely doesn't need me, right?"

"Alright son, I just want to make sure you leave or not. Yes, keep your ego."

Of course, no one can replace my mother's position. I want to see whether she deserves to be a mother to an adult child like me. A little bad idea crossed my mind. Welcome from me to be special.

I packed all my stuff that would be brought back to my father's house. I filled two big suitcases with all my office clothes and all my stuff.

"Young master, are you back?" Welcomed a servant who had long served my family. Since my mother died, I have not been comfortable at home because it is quiet. My little sister is studying at London University. I feel lonely and it's better to live alone in a smaller place than this vast mansion. A small place like an apartment is suitable for me who lives alone.

"Is my room clean?"

"Already a young master, you can immediately occupy it."

The suitcase has been delivered by a male servant who is always ready all the time in this house. It's been a long time since I visited because my mother's death left my father's bad impression in my eyes.

Father is always busy, while Mother has never been cared for all the time. My mother always feels lonely even though she often travels with her friends. Isn't it strange if he wants to get married while he used to not really care about his wife?

After leaving the suitcase, I went out for a while to see my friend.

At 9 pm I returned home. How many cars park in the yard. When I entered, the situation that usually was quiet became very boisterous because of the chatter of several men. I saw all the servants busy cleaning the dining table. This must be a closed banquet for my father's relatives

"Chris, you're here -" Albert shouted one of my friends. He is a diamond businessman. Because my father saw me, I approached him.

"You visited for, how long?" He asked.

"Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly.

"I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother."

"You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother?

"You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

The shiny red lips smiled broken, she was very tempting. Not from the gaze or gesture of her body but from her face and body shape. Her big nipples hardened under her silk nightgown. Her breasts are firm, round, and defiant. She was too perfect for my father to enjoy. Fuck! I did not expect to have a stepmother who was very beautiful to beat the charm of my future wife.

"Hi, glad to meet you," She said, and I welcomed her smooth hand She wanted me to kiss her, but my father quickly pulled her away. He brought his wife to get acquainted with other guests.

This is like fighting over the trophy as the winner. I will test how much this woman's love for my father or even to me.