The moment she stopped him from stepping out of the car and said she was tired, he thought his body would protest. He thought his balls would burst out of his pants and it will get bloody. He thought his erected cock would break his pant’s fly and he would die from lack of relief.
But none of that happened.
When she said his name they way she did when they were alone, it eased out all of his sexual frustrations.
His body became more concerned for her well being than its own relief.
If she was tired, she needed to get rest. Even his cock became a soft sausage in his pants, refusing to think of getting any pleasure.
The goodnight kiss that followed, reset his brain. Now he didn’t know what to think.
He wanted her so badly.
He wanted to hold on to her and kiss her all his life. This was no longer about him. He wanted to make her feel the way he felt. He wanted her.
Saying it a million times didn’t even begin to make it less real. He wanted her. Not for the sex, but for himself. He wanted the whole of her.
The warmth that filled him when she kissed him, eased out all the tensions in his bones. Though he was left empty when she stepped out of the car, the ghost of her kisses remained on his lips as he watched her safely approach her door.
He waited.
He wanted her to look back, and she did, right before the front door opened and an older woman ushered her in.
Sighing, he slowly drove out of her front porch and back to the street. He retraced the tires back to the main road and headed on to his own apartment.
Céline’s face kept taunting him through out the ride.
He saw her coil her red hair behind her ears. He saw her bite her lower lip as she worked. He saw her hide her face from him, as she blushed.
His cock twitched again and he cussed under his breathe. Céline was going to give him blue balls if this continued.
In less than thirty minutes, he was home.
He removed his clothes and soaked himself in his bath tub. He needed the cold water to ease out every thought he was having of Céline.
If he kept thinking about her all the time, his world was going to come to a stand still.
He allowed the water to massage him. He let it move around his tensed muscles, relieving all the pent up energy he had been accumulating all morning.
When he was done, he put on his bathrobe and walked to his room. On getting there he met an uninvited visitor, his mother.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” He groaned, walking to his closet to get some clothes.
He should really change his locks and have someone alert him when his mum came to either his house or his office. The woman had developed an habit of just waltzing in into his personal space, whenever she deemed fit.
“You won’t even properly greet your own mother, you see how cold you’ve become by refusing to get married?” She asked sternly glaring at her son.
She sat herself on his bed, her legs crossed. His mum was a very beautiful woman in her days and she still took extra care of her skin to maintain her looks. She was dressed in a simple beige gown with matching silhouettes. Her black mark and Spencer bag rested on the bed beside her left arm.
“Mother, good evening to you. Can you tell me what you want so I can get some rest? I just came back from work and I am really tired.” Damien complained, passing a black t-shirt over his head.
“Are you now sending your mother away?” She screeched.
Damien face palmed himself in frustration.
“Damien, you are a grown man with trillions of dollars as yearly profit. You need a child to succeed you. You need a wife. All I am doing is making sure you do all of these things and you decide to pay me by being rude? I didn’t raise a rude boy! Apologize!” Her eyes were burning with fierceness at this point, Damien had no choice but to do her bidding.
“Mom, I am sorry. I didn’t mean that. I am just tired…” Damien trailed, coming to hold unto his mother’s hands. “I am sorry okay?”
Her angered eyes, dimmed to her usual expression and she breathed out in relief.
“Okay. Now when are you getting married?” She demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.
Damien kissed his teeth in frustration unable to give her an answer. Why were the women in his life so difficult?
“You are not getting any younger Damien. Have mercy on yourself!”
Jeez, sometimes she made it seem like Damien was an old man with a deadly disease.
“Mother, seriously, we have had this conversation a million times. I am not that old.” Damien grumbled.
“What makes you think you are not! At your age I had already had you!”
She flared, leaving the bed, she was on her feet in seconds.
“You need an heir Damien! I can not sit back and watch you waste your life like this! I brought you six beautiful ladies and you rejected all of them! What more do you want me to do?”
“Mom, I want you to stop,” Damien pleaded.
He was getting sick of having the same argument with his mother over and over again. He had gotten utterly and completely sick of it.
“You want me to stop?” She repeated his question as she moved slowly back to the bed, where Damien was seated with his head in his hands.
“Last time we had this conversation you promised to look into it. You told me you would look at the profile of the sixth girl…” She gesticulated with her well manicured fingers as she spoke harshly.
“You even went as far as employing her after that time and I got so excited, thinking you were going to call me to give me the good news. But nothing happened!”
“Mom! That was two days ago! What can possibly happen within that little time?” Damien could not believe his mother. Even if he wanted to marry and he decided it was Céline, it wasn’t going to happen in two days.
“A lot my son. You could have proposed to her by now we should be talking about your engagement party and where you’d have your honeymoon.”
Damien wasn’t sure if his mother was still sane. Who did all of that in two days?
“Mom, I just literally met the girl!”
“But she meets all the qualities we are looking for. Listen…” She trailed, sitting back on the bed, beside Damien.
“What do you need time for? Is it to get to know her? Damien my gut tells me she is perfect for you. The moment I got her mail, I just knew it.”
Her words reminded him of the fact that Céline did apply to be his bride. Even if she claimed the application was done by her aunt. It was still very fuggy.
“Please son, do not waste any more time. I am getting old, I need grandkids to play with me know. That way I won’t keep barging in on you whenever I felt like it.” She whined clutching his right hand.
“Look I brought you something…” She released his hand and took hold of her bag. She opened it and dipped her hands inside searching for something.
Damien watched her. What could she be up to now, did she bring a miniature model of a new wife candidate in her bag?
She brought out her hands from the bag and revealed a small velvet box. The box was about an inch in length. She opened it and light reflected in her eyes.
Wondering what caused the reflection, Damien looked down and found the source of the dancing light.
It was a ring.
A beautiful engagement ring with a large diamond adorning its top. The band was a small ring made of the finest gold.
As Damien examined the little jewelry, his mind pictured Céline wearing it, it would complement her beauty perfectly.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” His mom asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah, it is.” Damien said frowning at his initial thoughts.
This was an engagement ring. Why did he have to think of Céline in this moment? Why did she have to come into his mind at every minute? Why should he care if the ring would complement her or not?
He was truly getting mad.
He never planned on marrying anyone and it would remain that way.
His mother closed the box and placed it in Damien’s hand. “I want you to have it. As soon as you are ready, give it to her. It will make me the happiest mother on earth Damien.”
Damien’s heart started beating rapidly in its chest. He didn’t want to go this far with anyone. He couldn’t keep lying to his mother about it, he had to tell her.
“Mom, I can’t have it. I-”
“Shush!” She placed two of her fingers on his mouth stopping him from speaking.
“I know. I know you have never thought of marrying anyone. But please, do these for me, please.” Her voice was gentle and her eyes pleaded for him to accept it.
He couldn’t say no.
His mother was the only close family he had left. She had gone through so much after his father died to bring him up. She gave up on so many things just so he could go to school, despite all the money his uncle had. She fought alone to make him the man he is. He didn’t have the heart to deny her of anything.
But he wasn’t ready to marry anyone either.
To make her happy, he took the box from her and gave her a hug. They both needed it.