Lorenzo’s POV
I put the kids to bed. It wasn’t as difficult as I expected but it wasn’t as fun, either.
They had come downstairs and as soon as they saw me, they froze in the spot and stared at me.
I smiled at them but they didn’t return it. They acted like programmed robots and only spoke to me when I spoke to them.
“Hey, I guess Mum sent you three upstairs for a nap. What would you like to eat?”
“Where is she?” asked Ethan.
He was just five and he sounded ice cold.
I tried my best to ignore the frostiness in his voice and smile.
“She went out but I’ll be staying home with you three till she gets back.”
They didn’t smile, laugh, or even say anything. Ethan took the lead and went straight upstairs and his sisters followed closely behind.
I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. It was becoming more glaring that the kids didn’t like me.
I had always felt how distant they were and I hoped that it would ease off with time but I didn’t. They were still pushing me away even though I was going to marry their mother and become their new father.
I paused.
Marry their mother? Was I really still good to do that?
I sighed and sat on the sofa. It was obvious that I had no interest in Erica. I was acting all sweet when I came home because I didn’t want her to be suspicious of where I had been.
Luckily, it paid off and she went and to solidify my sweetness, I offered to stay with the kids.
I sighed. I didn’t know what to do and decided to make dinner for them. Erica had sorted their lunch before she left and I was certain that they were hungry, but they wouldn’t tell me, of course.
I headed to the kitchen and scouted. My cooking skills were average at best so I decided to go with a simple dish of spaghetti and sauce. It was one food I knew how to cook well.
As I cooked my mind drifted.
“Clarissa…”
I breathed her name and it was refreshing. The thought of her soft body pressed against mine and her sensual moans set my body alight.
I wished I was back at her house and she was back on the table, groaning and gripping the wood as I fucked her slowly.
Sex with her felt natural. It felt intense and emotional.
Half the time I couldn’t control myself and would want to devour her sweet body and juices.
My member felt hard and leaning against the kitchen counter drew a groan from my lips.
My body was tense and my senses were numb. I was cutting up some tomatoes and stopped.
My body craved her again. My eyes yearned to see her and my nostrils were desperate for her scent.
“Lorenzo, pull it together.”
I tried to focus but I couldn’t. My body had stopped working like a rusted machine and every part of me was screaming Clarissa’s name.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to call her. I could ask her to come over and help me with the kids. They didn’t like me but they seemed to warm up to her. Erica wouldn’t suspect a thing.
I grabbed my phone and called her. She answered immediately and her velvety voice made goosebumps erupt on my skin.
“Lorenzo…”
“I need you…I need help with the kids.”
I restrained myself from telling her the depth of my desires.
“Where is Erica?”
She sounded so innocent and genuine. It made me want to gobble her up and strip away her innocence till she was a moaning, soaking mess.
“She went on a walk. She’s been really stressed lately. The kids don’t seem to like me very much and I believe that they will fare better if you were here.”
She was silent for a while. What was she thinking about?
“I’ll be there soon.”
The call ended. She sounded oblivious and almost like she was there to work. She had to have known that there was more to it than just the kids.
I tried to get myself under control and make the meal. I was hoping to finish up before she came but I didn’t and she came in just as I was boiling the water on the pot.
The kids came downstairs and I saw the smile on their faces as soon as they saw her.
They crowded around her and stayed away from me.
I was alright with that. They seemed happy with her around and I was more than content watching from the sidelines.
“Ethan, get me the onions in the cupboard.”
It was beautiful the way she engaged the kids in the kitchen.
I had seen Erica do it but I took delight in watching Clarissa. The gentle sway of her hips, her dark hair that hung over her shoulders, and her light voice as she spoke to them all aroused me.
We often locked eyes and she would blush and turn away, trying her best to keep a straight face in front of the kids.
Dinner was ready and it smelled wonderful. I was aroused by the aroma and the way it clung to her skin and hair.
She served the kids and me and left the dining room.
“Wait, how about you have dinner with us? It’s not much but we are grateful for the lovely meal.”
She wanted to refuse but the kids insisted and she finally gave in.
She served herself and took up the empty chair beside me.
She ate silently and I couldn’t help but steal a few glances now and then.
She was poised and quiet. The kids chattered and she laughed when she needed to but would often tell them not to talk while they ate.
While she was here, I felt closer to the kids and more included in the family.
I began to see a family with her and my thoughts of marrying Erica were dulled. In a few moments, it seemed like the wrong choice, a decision that I would live to regret.
My hand became restless and I placed it on her lap, beneath the table so that the kids couldn’t see.
She was startled but she didn’t show it. I ate and rubbed her thigh, teasing her and sliding my hands progressively higher.
She shivered a few times and tried to conceal it from the kids.
“I hope you three are having fun with Mr. Lorenzo since mum is gone for a while.”
An awkward question, and there was silence for a while and then they gave a stiff nod.
They were obviously lying but I didn’t care.
I slipped my hands up higher and she nearly gasped as I stroked her clit.
I smiled and put some spaghetti in my mouth to hide the suspiciousness.
Clarissa would stop eating for a while and try to adjust her body. My fingers would sink deep into her and I noticed her but down on her lower lip to keep herself from moaning.
She was quite red and her breathing had increased but she didn’t dare to beat my hand away.
“Miss Clarissa, are you alright?”
Elma was looking at her intently and she gave a nod and smiled. I eased up on the pressure to cut her some slack.
“Yes. I just bit my tongue and I’m in a lot of pain. I didn’t want to show it.”
Elma fell silent again and resumed eating.
The kids finished shortly, thanked Clarissa, excused themselves, and hurried upstairs.
Clarissa and I were alone and she was still trying to keep herself from moaning.
“You look beautiful when you struggle,” I said seductively, drawing closer to her.
She blushed and turned away.
“You didn’t have…to…do it…in front…of the…kids.”
She gave a pause after every few words, gripping the table and gasping.
I leaned in towards her and she gave a soft moan and her eyes were closed.
“I will have you wherever I want. I own you, Clarissa.”
I turned her face and kissed her tenderly on the lip. She was hungry and tried to restrain herself.
I enjoyed the way she struggled. It was sexy and arousing and best of all, it was all because of me…