All Chapters of One Night Stand series : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

/Dave/I didn’t mean to hear it, I swear I didn’t. I had just come back with her and also to apologize for sleeping off, maybe to also to hold her, tell her I was sorry for falling asleep like that. I thought I’d be romantic let myself into her room surprise her with breakfast or something stupid like that.But the moment I got to the door hand on the knob, I heard his voice. My father’s voice and I froze. The question what the hell was he doing in her room almost generated in my head vanished before it was formed completely.“You had sex with him,” he was saying. His voice was low but not low enough. For a second, my brain couldn’t process it. The words didn’t click. Sex with who and what does that have to do with him.But then hers came next. “Gerald, don’t~~” His name again she said it like that. Like she has said it a thousand times before. Like it meant something. My stomach twisted before I could comprehend fully.I didn’t open the door. I didn’t move. I couldn’t I just stand th

Esme shut the door behind her like she was locking out a nightmare. The silence that followed was deafening she wasn’t ready for what just happened. She shouldn’t have asked him to come over, she should have have ended things the moment she found out they were related, she shouldn’t have text him last night, this is shouldn’t have belonged this much.This was all her fault, she allowed orgasms cover a sense of rational thinking. The blanket was still clutched to her chest, but it did little to cover the way she felt naked and exposed. Her skin still burned with the memory of Gerald’s touch, but her soul recoiled.She dropped the blanket and stood there, staring at herself in the mirror above the dresser. Her reflection looked like a stranger hair messy, her cheeks stained with tears her lips swollen. Her body screamed one truth, but her heart whispered another, sex marks could still be seen all over her body, who left the mark behind was uncertain between the father and son. Maybe Da

/Esme/I stared at him. Words didn’t come. Not right away.I wanted to scream. To hit him again. To grab him and beg him to make sense. But I just stood there mouth half open heart kicking against my ribs like it was trying to escape.Sure, I was certain about who I wanted. But that didn’t give him the right to speak of Dave like that. I thought the relationship between them was good until I came into the picture.“You followed your own son?” I finally asked but it came out barely above a whisper.Gerald didn’t flinch. He just looked at me with that same haunted face he always wore when something ugly was about to surface.“He’s not my son,” he said.That broke something in my head. I blinked. “What?” Why was he telling me that and how come am just finding out after five years with Dave….?“I raised him yes. I married his mother and gave him my name. But he’s not mine, Esme.”Everything in my body stilled, like my bones were listening more than my ears. So I’m not a complete whore af

/Esme/The sound of water still poured behind me but it was colder now. Almost cruel.Gerald was asleep slumped against the shower wall the steam long gone. His face was peaceful, like the mess he’d left in my chest didn’t exist.I stood there for a second soaked and trembling, but not from the cold.Then I moved quietly and carefully.I peeled on my clothes still wet from earlier and didn’t bother with my shoes. My fingers were shaking as I pulled the door open.I left no note no goodbye I didn’t glance back. I Just escaped.The night was too still when I came out, it wasn’t long ago I woke up and it wasn’t already dark. Today was supposed to be my first day at work and I didn’t have an opportunity with all the mess that happened today. Leaving this mansion, I already know I don’t have any plans coming back here or working with either the father and son.By the time I reached my apartment, the city had started to blur into that eerie kind of silence that presses against your skin.

The whole apartment felt too quiet. Too still. And Esme felt so alone, she was used to being alone since she lose her parents years ago but Dave’s presence made it all feel better but now that it was obviously over between them she was all alone again in the world.She curled tighter into herself on the couch with her legs drawn up under an oversized sweater. The only light came from her phone screen, still glowing in her hand. Her eyes were red. She had cried until she couldn’t anymore. Her skin felt too tight, her chest sore from how many times she’d told herself she’d imagined everything. She text her friends to check if any of them could come over but before she could get a respond a text or rather a voice note entered her phone. A voice note from Dave.She almost skipped it. What was the point? But something… something in her gut made her thumb press down.It played.“You really told her you’re not my father… just to sleep with her?”That was Dave. Furious, but trying to hold hi