A One Night Stand With Mr. Goldman

Tiara POV:

When I woke up, it was very early in the morning and Laurel’s space on the bed was still empty.

That man and work?

How can he go to work this early morning? I asked myself.

I was surprised when I saw someone coming out of the bathroom.

Why are you up early today? Is there any problem? He asked

No, and you? Why are you still here?

I thought you went to work.

Yeah, I was supposed to be in the office right now for a meeting, but it was postponed early this morning because of some inconvenience.

Ah, no wonder you are at home.

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What else? I will be with you.

To know you better, isn’t that what you said yesterday? We should know each other rather than fighting or quarreling every day.

You know what? I love the sound of that.

Maybe we can start the day with you giving me a massage because your baby and I need it.

I thought you said you wouldn’t use the baby on me anymore.

Yeah!

And you are breaking your promise.

Omo! What have I said to break my promise?

Are you really going to deny something you just did? Laurel said

I just beg you to help me massage my body for your baby and me.

And for you, that is not using the baby against me, right?

I didn’t ask you to give me all your property because of the baby.

I just asked you for a massage.

Okay, no massage. He said

If you don’t want to do it, then it’s fine.

I will find someone else to help me with the massage.

I know you only want me to accept and do the massage.

I am not forcing you to do it, and you don’t need to worry because your brother will gladly help me with the massage.

Don’t you even dare to go close to Allen?

Then, I will find someone else. Besides, he is not the only guy in the mansion.

You know what, don’t worry, I will do it. Laurel said

When will you need a massage? Right now, and please be gentle, don’t break my small bones, oh.

Do you think I am strong to a point where I can break your bones only by messaging you?

Eh, maybe, don’t worry. I pray I do, so I will be free from you.

And trust me, when I say if you do, you’re going to miss me.

Instead, I will be happy because you are just like a born stuck in my neck.

Then I don’t need the message from you again.

Hahaha! Hahaha! Don’t tell me you are scared.

And why should I be scared of you?

Okay, then let’s start the massage. He said

I don’t want it again and don’t come anywhere close to me.

After I said that, I walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

I know I said to myself that I wouldn’t let anyone in this house’s words get to me, but I don’t why his words always hurt.

I just need to get used to it.

At least this time, I could feel that he was joking and not serious, even though the words hurt me.

Tiara! Tiara!

What are you still doing inside the bathroom? I am waiting for you, so I can do the massage. He said to me

I don’t want your massage again.

You want to give me a massage so that you can use that opportunity to kill me since I am like a bone in your neck.

You need to take it out.

Trust me, Tia, I was just joking.

Yes, we didn’t start well, but we are friends now and there is no way I will hurt you.

Thanks for that speech, but no, thanks.

Tia, Am sorry.

I still don’t want the massage.

And please do it quickly and get out of the room.

I need to put on my clothes after I freshen up.

A few minutes later, I said that I could hear the door opening and later on it was closed.

Finally, he was out.

I remove my clothes, take my bath, brush my mouth, and step out of the bathroom with a bathrobe around my body and a towel around my head.

I dried my hair with the help of a hand dryer which was placed on the table in the room.

After, I applied my skincare products to my body.

I must say they are very good because, ever since I have been glowing, which is because of the products.

When I was done with that, I was about to remove my bathrobe from my body when the door to the room got open.

Oh my God! Laurel, what are you doing here?

I came to apologize for what I said.

It is okay, you can go.

I forgive you, Laurel, will you please go out and close the door while I put on my clothes? I said to him,

But to my greatest surprise, he closed the door and went inside, and his eyes never left my body.

When I looked at my body to see what made him stare at me like that, then realization hit me strongly.

My bathrobe was open and all my body was visible to him, including my small baby bomb.

Ohh no!

What will I do to bring him back to his senses?

He was already beside me and his scent was like a massage to me.

Making my body relax without permission.

Before I could cover my body with my bathrobe.

He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, spinning his body to stand behind me.

“Not so fast Tiara,” he whispered seductively into my ears as my arms were locked behind my back with one of his,

“You cause this, so you need to take full responsibility for your action.”

He licked my earlobe with his mouth.

Fuck, that was an instant turn-on.

And he didn’t stop there, he began to kiss my neck, biting it after each kiss before his large hands went down to my stomach, romancing my baby bomb.

As much as I hated to admit it, my body was responding to him, I could feel an ache in my legs, and my panties were getting wet.

I moaned involuntarily as he dominated me, and I’m sure he enjoyed the sound of my weakness, so much that he whispered

“Good girl.” Purred like a happy cat, sucking on my earlobe.

He didn’t stop there, his sneaky hand slid across my chest, groping my C-cup breasts that were braless waiting to be touched.

I moaned at the action, I gave him that response he was dying to hear and he pinched my erect nipple.

“Fuck!” I groaned loudly, as I subconsciously ground against his crotch, squeezing my legs together to subdue the sensation I felt in between them.

He pinched my nipple harder to see what more I would do.

I wiggled and moved against him for freedom, but it only seemed to turn us both.

I was drenched, and soon he would want to touch me in more places, in more ways.

So I have to find a way to stop him from going any further before we both regret it.

I tried to stop him but to no avail, but I didn’t give up.

I still struggled until his comment made me stop what I was doing.

Don’t move if you don’t want us to go further.

Please, you know we can’t be doing these right?

Why? Aren’t you my wife?

I have the right to do what I am doing now.

Laurel, you do, but not like this.

Shhhhh! Don’t talk, just let me do what I am doing.

I know you are also enjoying it. He said

Do you need the massage?

No, I am okay, I don’t need the massage anymore.

Alright then, don’t tell me later on I didn’t accept to massage you.

Don’t worry, I won’t do that.

Alright, dress fast and come downstairs for breakfast.

Before I come in next time and use you as my breakfast.

He said and went out of the room.

I was still in shock.

I could not imagine what just happened here.

Did Laurel and I just have our first romance?

No, I don’t think so, maybe I’m just imagining because I haven’t taken my medicine for the day.

But I can still perceive his body perfume on my body, and when I touch the back of my ear, I can still feel his lips at the back of my earlobe.

Then I knew I was not dreaming.

Oh, God! I need to get this out of my mind before that monster comes back here and devours me like a lion.

I went to my closet, took out a simple yellow flowers gown, and put it on.

After I was done putting on my gown, I went out of the room and walked downstairs, only to see Laurel sitting at the dining table alone.

Why are you alone? Because I was waiting for you.

Where are the others? They have already had their breakfast.

That means I am late for breakfast.

You are. You can look at the time. He said and pointed at the clock.

9: am.

That means Dad must be angry with me for not joining everyone for breakfast.

Don’t worry. I told him” You are not feeling well, so, you can’t join everyone for breakfast.

Thanks.

You can sit down and eat.

After I sat down, the maids came and helped us put our food on our plates.

A few minutes after our breakfast, I remembered something.

I will be going to the club today.

What for?

I would like to go visit some of my friends there.

You can’t go there.

But why?

Because you are a married woman, it won’t be advisable for you to be seen in a club.

Alright.

I will just invite him to a restaurant.

Who is he? He asks.

A friend of mine at the club. His name is Nick.

Alright, make sure you don’t take too long.

When I say you are stupid you will tell me I insulted you.

How can you let your wife go see her boyfriend?

Excuse me? Am I lying? Isn’t he your boyfriend?

He is not my boyfriend but my friend’s mom.

And do you think I will go meet my ex when I know I am married to your son?

Are you asking me the question or are you accepting the fact that you did have a boyfriend even before you came to this mansion?

You?

Now what?

I don’t have time to explain myself to anyone except my husband and now that he has permitted me to see my friend.

I am going to see that friend of mine and you can’t do anything.

But please Mom, why will I call you Mom because you are my husband’s mother?

I just have a question to ask you.

Why do you hate me so much?

You know I have been here for about a month, but you still don’t like me, but why?

When I haven’t done anything to you.

I asked her and from her face and everyone’s face, I could see they were not expecting me to ask a question, especially her.

Do you want to know why I hate you?

Yes.

Then let me tell you.

Because you are a whore and there is no way I will accept you as my daughter-in-law, not for my stepson or even for my enemy.

Hope you now understand why I don’t like you.

You always call me a prostitute or a whore and I stay quiet.

But not today. I will need to ask you again.

Did any guy come into this mansion and tell you or anyone in this mansion that I slept with him?

Or did Allen, your son who loves women, ever tell you or anyone in this house that I slept with him?

Why are you silent now, cat beats your tongue.

I thought as much.

I would really appreciate it if you stopped calling me a prostitute.

Because the next time I won’t just ask you a question, but I will show you how prostitutes behave.

I am just respecting you because of my husband and my father-in-law.

Please, Mom, respect yourself next time, since you don’t want to respect me.