I rolled my eyes after Mom told me that she wanted me to accompany her to Dad’s place for Thanksgiving. More than a decade later, she wanted us to act like we were a happy family who were never torn apart thanks to her promiscuous behaviour.
While on the phone, I contemplated the worst thing that could happen. It might be awkward for all of us to be together after so many years, but Dad would be disappointed in me if I declined. Mom didn’t have to know that I agreed to go only because of him.
On Thanksgiving Day, I picked Mom up at her studio apartment. I couldn’t help but think of how much better her lifestyle would’ve been had she stayed with Dad. She chose to give up a four-bedroom house and all the benefits of being with Dad because she wanted to feel young and alive again. Oh, God. Women, sometimes. They don’t even make sense to me.
Dad went out of his way to prepare a delicious dinner. The brown turkey glazed in the middle of the table, and the rest of it was filled with mashed potatoes, veggies, a Greek and a Russian salad, as well as beans. He turned out to be a really great cook after Mom left. I suppose he didn’t have a choice.
He kept insisting that we dish up more as he was worried that we wouldn’t be full before getting up from the table. After dinner, he served an apple and cranberry cake, which he confessed to buying at a bakery. It was delicious.
In the lounge, Dad asked Mom how she was doing. He also asked me if I was happy at work and had found a husband. He harped on me needing a husband for years. I hadn’t found the right man, so it really wasn’t my fault that I was single.
Although Dad was friendly with Mom, the void that she created in our hearts when she left lingered, and I felt it. On a few occasions, I wanted to blurt out the elephant in the room. But I refrained for Dad’s sake. He didn’t deserve what happened to him, and neither did I. What infuriated me was that he was trying harder than her to connect, as if he had done something wrong. It was her lack of remorse that really bothered me. But I think I hid my frustration well.
When I dropped Mom off at her place, she suggested that we have lunch. I flashed a smile, which disappeared quickly, and said that we could do it sometime. I was in no rush to schedule it.
On Monday morning, my boss told me that I had a new client who would invest a few million dollars with our agency. Needless to say, I needed to take good care of him.
I called Dirk to introduce myself and told him that he could rely on me for a professional service and attentive care. His tone suggested that he smiled, and he said that we should meet in person. I suggested lunch.
While waiting for him at the restaurant, my eyes widened as he appeared at the table. He wore a light blue suit with a white shirt and a black tie, which matched his thick, black hair. His white teeth glistened, and his firm handshake complemented his eye contact.
I was definitely taken aback by his dashing looks. A long time had passed since I had seen a man as good- looking as him.
Talking to him was pleasant. The conversation flowed, and there wasn’t a second of awkward silence. We clicked from the beginning. I couldn’t believe that I met such an amazing man with whom I had connected so closely. I wished that the lunch had lasted for hours, but I had to get back to the office and Dirk had another meeting. He said that he would call me.
The following night, Dad called and asked me if the Thanksgiving dinner had met my expectations. Of course, it had. He had done more than he should’ve.
“Amelia, I want you to be happy,” he said.
“Dad, dinner was fantastic. Nothing was missing.”
“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about your love life. I hope you find a good man.”
Usually, I’m quick to answer on that subject. But my silence prompted Dad to say, “Unless you already found someone whom you’re hiding from me.”
I smiled. “If there’s anything for me to reveal, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Okay, my darling. You know that I want you to be happy, whoever that is with.”
“I know, Dad.”
The following day, Dirk called me to tell me that he enjoyed our lunch and that he wanted to do it again. I couldn’t wait to see him.
I began working on his campaign and then emailed him the first phase of the digital advertisements we planned to roll out. He replied that he was impressed with the work and couldn’t wait to discuss it further during our lunch on Friday. That made me want to see him even more.
The lunch on Friday was amazing—just the way I thought it would be. Dirk was happy with the progress I made with his campaign, and he complimented my skin. Nobody had ever done that. I had a rigorous skin-care routine that made my skin smoother and made me look younger. Yet, most men complimented my eyes or body.
Dirk was different. Why was I not surprised? He had everything going for him—charm, looks and a successful business. Who wouldn’t want to be with a man like that?
I don’t know what got over me, but before we parted ways after lunch, I asked him if he wanted to do something over the weekend. He said that he was busy.
In my car, I thought about what I had done and then felt stupid for asking. It was evident that I was asking to spend time with him on a private basis. I shouldn’t have crossed that line. That was completely unprofessional of me. I should’ve known better, but I couldn’t help myself. I so badly wanted to see him again soon.
On Monday, Dirk sent me a text, asking about my weekend. Thank God that he wasn’t so upset with my behaviour that he would end his campaign with us. Lesson learnt. I’m not stepping over the professional line ever again.
In the follow-up text, he asked me to have lunch with him. Okay, fine. Business only. That’s it.
During lunch, I was surprised that we spoke more about my hobbies and travel than the campaign. A pleasant surprise, nonetheless.
“I also used to travel quite a bit, but now that I’ve got kids, I had to cut back,” said Dirk.
“You’ve got kids?”
“Three. Two boys and a girl.”
“Oh, wow. So then, you must be married?”
“I am.”
I felt like a rug was pulled under my feet, and the wind got knocked out of my chest as I sprawled onto my back. Why? Why couldn’t he be exclusively for me?
As disappointed as I was to find out that Dirk was married, I must admit that I wanted him even more. It’s one of those female psyche things—we want what we can’t have.
I’m not proud to admit this, but I’ve always fantasized about being with a married man, even if it’s for one night. I don’t know what it is about that fantasy. Maybe it’s that he chose to risk everything to be with me, even if it’s for one night.
“I see,” I said, my gaze lowered.
After a few seconds, I looked Dirk in the eyes and saw that he was smiling. I got the impression that he knew I was disappointed to discover his marriage. No wonder he didn’t want to meet up with me over the weekend. That’s when he spends time with his family.
It’s also possible that he wasn’t interested in me romantically. Why would he? He’s got a wife. I’m sure she’s stunning.
After lunch, Dirk walked me to my car in an underground parking. I told him it was unnecessary as I had parked on the other side because the parking was full. He didn’t mind.
He opened my door and smiled. I thanked him for lunch, and he kept smiling at me. It’s as if he expected more, and I wasn’t sure what that was.
Dirk grabbed my shoulders and neared his face to mine. I looked up at him as he came closer, and I closed my eyes.
His lips pressed against mine. They were soft and felt amazing. I couldn’t help myself but let him continue kissing me. It felt too good. Our tongues slithered again the other, and he put his hands on my waist and pulled me in. I felt that his dick was hard. That made me wetter.
He went around the car and sat in the passenger seat, then pushed it all the way back. I got into the car and closed my door. He pulled his pants down and looked at me. I pulled up my dress and sat on top of him. He parted my ass cheeks, and I lowered my ass onto his dick. It was so hard and thick.
I put my hands on his shoulders and bobbed up and down on his dick. He shoved his face into my chest and shook his head. That was so hot.
I put my right leg in between the seats, and the left one was bent. Dirk kept looking up at me while holding my ass. That was my first time to have sex in a car, and it felt even hotter because it was spontaneous. Planning takes the fun out of intimacy.
A few minutes later, Dirk told me to turn around. I spread my legs on the dashboard, and he grabbed my waist as I lowered my ass onto his dick. My face flushed as he raised his bum and penetrated fast. I pressed my hand against the door for support.
I raised my chin and closed my eyes as I emitted three loud groans. Dirk’s dick went all the way up my pussy, and it felt unbelievable. I couldn’t suppress the pleasure any longer.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna cum,” he said.
I turned around and shifted myself in front of the seat. I managed to kneel in front of the seat, and I lowered my head towards his dick and opened my mouth. He shot his load into my mouth, and I licked off the remnants.
Dirk zipped his pants up and walked out of the car without saying a word.
On my way to the office, I thought about what we had done. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel bad. It was kind of hot. The sex was amazing, so the repercussions hadn’t yet dawned on me.
On Saturday, I went grocery shopping at an upmarket mall. On my way out of the supermarket, I pushed the trolley past a popular restaurant. I stopped as I saw Dirk with his wife and children. The children were fidgety in their seats, looking eager to get up and play. Their mother calmed them down and Dirk helped.
That was the most wholesome moment of any family that I had seen. My stomach turned upside down. I felt like I was going to puke, so I scuttled while pushing the trolley.
At my car, I hunched over and thought about Dirk’s wife and children. Regret of having sex with him flooded my body. How could I do something like that? I was completely selfish. A few minutes of intimacy with him could tear his family apart, and the children would be the biggest victims.
I blamed my mother for tearing apart my family, but I turned out to be exactly like her. I realised that, subconsciously, I envied women who had husbands because I was alone. It wasn’t their fault. I was jealous of their happiness and wanted them to be miserable like me because I didn’t have the family that I wanted, not while growing up and currently.
I bent over and puked beside the back wheel. Lesson learnt. I hoped that it wasn’t too late. The one thing I knew was that I could never see Dirk again.
As much as I loved my job, on Monday morning, I handed in my notice. My boss was shocked, but I told him that it was for the good of the company that I resigned with immediate effect. He tried to convince me to stay, but I had to leave.
I learnt that I could never build happiness on top of someone’s misery. Going forward, I would rather wallow in my own misery and act morally and ethically than selfishly cure my pain for a few minutes at the expense of someone’s lifetime pain.
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