Lorenzo:
I watched as Erica practically flew out the house, wondering what on earth was so important that
she had to practically grow wings and fly out the house.
Shrugging it off, I went to the living room to find Elsa and Elma playing with some building blocks.
I approached the kids, hoping to play with them. The realization that they would soon be my
adopted kids after I married Erica prompted me to try to get along with them.
“Elsa, Elma, what are the both of you building?”
They both gave me a look that said they didn’t want me here.
I pursed my lips when neither of them gave me an answer, wondering what on earth I’d ever
done to them to make them hate me so much.
“Okay…” I trailed off.
Maybe I was overreacting, maybe asking them what they were building when it was obviously a
doll house wasn’t the right question.
“Um, can I play with you guys? You know back in my day I was known to be the building block
champion of my time.”
“The building blocks are only enough for two people and that’s Elsa and I.” Elma said boldly.
“Oh,”
The kids really didn’t like me.
From what I knew, kids always love when an adult wants to play their games with them but this
particular kid seemed to think I was the devil himself.
Sighing out loud, I decided to try with Ethan but the look in his eyes as I approached me told me
what I needed to know. He didn’t like me either.
I let out a sigh and decided to go sit on the sofa and watch them.
Five minutes later the kids moved to their bedroom and I sighed out loud realizing they hated me
so much that they didn’t even want me watching them.
Alone in the living room and scrolling through my phone, I heard footsteps walking into the living
room and as I glanced up, I found that it was none other than Clarissa.
Her eyes briefly locked with mine before she quickly and swiftly averted her gaze and began to
busy herself with cleaning up after the kids.
She was holding a basket and throwing into the basket some of the toys the triplets had left
behind.
As she straightened again, our eyes locked and I licked my lips as I caught a strong whiff of her
scent.
She looked away quickly when she saw the intensity in my gaze but all she managed to do with
the action was make me want her even more.
“Fuck!” I said underneath my breath, unable to control myself anymore around her.
My legs moved of their own accord and soon enough, I found myself standing up and walking
over to where she stood, eyes facing anywhere but me.
As I got closer to where she stood, she was forced to look over at me in shock, confused on why I
was charging at her with lust filled eyes.
I pulled her against my body as soon as I reached her and captured her lips with mine.
There was an intense spark that went through my body and I almost tore her clothes off right
there and there.
I could feel the mate pool between us so strongly that I couldn’t help myself but deepen the kiss.
“Clarissa, you have no idea how long I’d wanted to do that.”
I said breathlessly against her lips and took them again.
She moaned in response, making me even more hot and bothered.
My hands snake underneath her shirt and I squeezed her breast ever so gently wishing I could
suck on them right now.
“Please Lorenzo,’ she pleaded, breathlessly as she arched into my touch.
If she dudbt stop making those noises, I was going to fuck her in the middle of the living room.
“Please what, Clarissa?” I asked, torturing her with my hands as I palmed her breast and kissed
down her delicate neck.
“Please, more,’ she whimpered.
Fucking music to my ears!
I trailed kisses down her neck, loving the way she was squirming and moaning to my every touch.
“Shhh… you don’t want the kids to hear us up, do you, Clarissa?” I asked with a husky voice.
I was hard as a rock now, trying not to carry her into one of the rooms and fucking her till she
came.
“We should not be doing this w…what about miss…”
“Shh,” I stopped her immediately.
“Don’t think, just feel,” I whispered into her ears.
“Okay,” she whimpered and I carried her and pinned her against the wall as she straddled my
waist.
All that was separating us was our clothes and holy fuck did I want it gone…
Clarissa became bolder with her touch, pulling me closer to her body, her tongue fighting for
dominance as we kissed passionately.
“I’m hungry!” A distant voice yelled from inside one of the rooms and I instantly let go of Clarissa.
Quickly, we both righted ourselves as Elma walked out. She blinked up at the both of us before
stating her distress…
“Okay, I’ll make you lunch,” Clarissa said, unsettled.
She glanced at me briefly before taking Elma to the kitchen to start making something for her.
Now that the spell was broken, I couldn’t help but feel guilty.
I didn’t have time to think too much about it before the door barged open and in walked Erica.
She seemed a little disoriented until she saw me. Just then Clarissa and Elma walked out of the
kitchen with Clarissa holding a tray that had three plates of Sandwiches and glasses of milk on it
“Mommy! You are home Elma said and went to hug her mother… Erica gave her a kiss before
looking back at me.
Clarissa shifted on her feet, guilt eating at her as Erica glanced between me and her.
I looked over at her from my peripheral view, trying to get her to look at me but she didn’t so
much as look at me.
Erica smiled at her and instructed her to go serve the kids lunch before she walked past me but
not before she briefly glanced at me.
“You look exhausted,” I said to Erica as she walked into my arms…
“Thanks, I needed to hear that.” She said dryly as a sigh escaped her lips.
“I’m sorry, how did the meeting go?” I asked, rubbing her shoulders.
“Not great, not bad.” She said but I could hear in her tone that there was more but she’d rather
not speak about it.
Not wanting to bother her, and thinking of the impulsive decision I had made with Clarissa earlier,
I pulled Erica into the bedroom and slowly took off her clothes.
“We’ll take a shower and you can rest up and then when you wake up, you can tell me all about
your meeting.”
I said in a smooth voice.
Erica nodded with a grateful smile and I kissed her on the lips.
She hesitated just the tiniest bit before kissing me back.
For some reason, I didn’t feel what I had felt earlier when I was kissing Clarissa.
Her lips felt so much better against mine and she tasted like sugar.
Fuck! What the hell was I thinking of a common maid while kissing my fiancee?