5

Hayden parked his car next to mine in the building's parking lot where I lived. He helped me take out the bag and followed me to the elevator. I glanced at him, and he had a silly smile on his lips.

"I'm not going to sleep with you, you could be my grandson," I said.

He stopped smiling and looked at me.

"Why do you think I want to sleep with you?" he asked.

I wanted to smack myself for saying such nonsense.

"I don't know, you're acting weird and that confuses me," I said honestly.

Hayden smiled sideways.

"I don't want to be anyone's sugar mommy," I said.

Hayden started laughing. Now I felt even more stupid. God, why did I say so many stupid things?

"Can you stop?" I asked, annoyed.

He stopped laughing and looked me in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he gave me a smile.

The elevator doors opened on my floor and I stepped out. I walked to my apartment without looking back. One of my neighbors looked at me and greeted me, then glanced over my shoulder and smiled.

"He's my nephew," I lied.

She looked at me unconvinced but didn't say anything. I grabbed Hayden's hand and quickly ushered him in; I didn't want more people to see him and think I was a pervert.

"Your nephew?" she asked with amusement.

"She was getting weird ideas," I said.

I took the bags from him and went to the kitchen; I put everything on the counter and started taking out the bottles and snacks I had bought for snacking.

"How do you know what she was thinking?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at him. I had made a huge mistake bringing him to my house. What the hell was happening to me? I was acting like an idiot.

"I'm a lawyer, I have to know what the opponent is thinking," I said.

He nodded.

"What am I thinking?" he asked seriously.

I observed him for a long moment and my mind went blank.

"That I'm a crazy menopausal woman who thinks you like her," I said with a small smile.

He approached me, put his hand between my arm and placed it on my waist, then pulled me closer to him, pressing me against his body.

"You got the last part right," he said.

He slowly brought his face closer to mine; the pupils of his blue eyes began to dilate with each inch he approached. I swallowed hard. This wasn't happening!

I closed my eyes and felt his warm lips on mine. I felt his wet tongue making its way into my lips, but I pressed my mouth tighter.

"Open your eyes," he requested.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He had an expression of eroticism that I had never seen in any man. Hayden kissed me, and this time he took advantage of my carelessness to stick his tongue deep into my mouth. I gasped as I felt his hands squeezing my buttocks. He lifted me slightly, leaving me on tiptoe; that way, I could feel his huge bulge pressing against my pelvis. In a moment of lucidity, I pushed him away and slapped him.

"What's wrong with you, I could be your mother!" I shouted.

He looked as confused as I was.

"I'm sorry," he said.

He rubbed his cheek and then smiled at me.

"I like you, and I know I'm going to conquer you," he said.

I blinked a couple of times. Was he crazy? Or was I the crazy one?

Hayden turned around and left my apartment, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions. I grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it; I took a good swig. Maybe it had all been a product of my imagination.

I left the bottle on the kitchen counter, took off my heels, and threw them aside. What had happened to me was crazy; these things weren't supposed to happen in real life, especially to ordinary women like me.

I searched for my phone and dialed Grace's number; she was the only one who could help me with this.

"Hello?" she answered.

I could hear moans and strange noises.

"Tell me you're not having sex with anyone, please," I pleaded.

She let out a little giggle.

"I told you I'll be there for you anytime. Ah! What happened?" she asked.

I stayed silent for a moment.

"It's nothing, just have a good time," I said and hung up.

I grabbed the bottle and went to the bedroom. I didn't need anyone else tonight. It was just me, my snacks, and alcohol; that was all I needed for the moment. I was going to forget what had happened a few minutes ago; maybe he was just desperate, and because I was older, he thought I would open my legs right away.

I took a long sip from the bottle, sat on the bed, and absentmindedly stared at the door of my room. To be honest, it had been a long time since I had been kissed in such a hot and passionate way like he had done. I lay down on the bed and put my hand inside my pants. I was overthinking things just because I needed sex.