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An affair with my husband's son

I never planned on getting married to anybody. The plan was getting a good job at twenty, get my freedom, and go to college...not until I found myself in a wedding dress. I was married to Mr Fernandez, instead of my sister. And now, I am falling for his son - hard.
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Chapter 7

Selena's POV: 

        Thump! Thump!! Thump!!!

      'You really would love to eat me?' 

      'You are so handsome.' 

     'One more glass my darling' 

            Thump! Thump!! 

I feel so much pain down there. "Ah." 

Why do I feel so uncomfortable? What is happening to me??

         'Come on, baby.' 

        'Ahh!' 

I snapped my eyes open, only to get struck with the blinding light which struck my eyes, followed by the headache which came afterwards. 

          I hissed.  

      "Oh gosh!" 

I sat up, stretched a few seconds, and the next second, I felt my hand push something hard beside me. 

            Hard?

I turned my head, beside me was the SHIRTLESS SLEEPING MAN. 

       "Arghhh!!" 

Oh please no no...I looked at my body, only to see that I was naked. Nail marks all over my body, especially the part I have hidden all my life. 

        What happened last night?! 

"Oh! What the fuck is this noise?!" Adrian groaned angrily. 

        He is Mr Fernandez's son? 

     I SLEPT WITH MY HUSBAND'S SON!! 

Still in shock, I ran my fingers through my hair. This just happened! Is this actually happening to me?! 

Disgrace?! Embarrassment!! Shame!!! Everything is written all around me now like a permanent tattoo.

  "Something did happen between the both of us stepmom." I heard his deep voice beside me. I turned, saw him sit well, his expression -  as nonchalant as hell! Doesn't he care about what just happened between us both? "We both had good sex. Are you ashamed of yourself now?" 

I quickly fled off the bed, wrapped the blanket around my body, to hide my shame. 

All the glory I have been hiding all my life, he had seen everything. 

He is my husband's son...how could I have slept with my husband's son?! 

 "I am so sorry sir. I was so stupid...and..and drunk last night, th...that I couldn't think straight. I wasn't myself. I swear it was all a terrible mistake." 

    He looked away, "We had sex last night," he paused and looked back at me. "And how was that a mistake?" 

   "I... I..." I quickly knelt. "I am so sorry. I shouldn't have drank so much last night. I...I don't know what came over me. I swear I have never drank so much like that. I am so sorry." I pleaded with him, scared for my life. 

We are dealing with a fucking rich man here who could end my miserable life. And his father, 

Mr Fernandez must not find out about this. This is a huge disgrace to me. I only just got married some days ago to his father, and here I am, already sleeping with his son. 

What will I tell my boyfriend when he finds out that his girlfriend is no longer a virgin as she had claimed.

"Why are you sorry?" He was still acting as if it was nothing bad. 

He got off the bed, naked. He picked up his trousers, "You just called it a mistake, didn't you? We both drank so much last night, there's nothing to be too worried about." He tucked his long legs into the trousers. 

Really? He has no problem with it? 

"Your bed is stained. You should change that sooner and don't forget to ask Nanny Elsa to make you a hangover soup." He picked up his shirt to leave. 

I watched him as he left the room, shirtless. 

Oh gosh! I really let this happen to me. 

I shamefully took off the covers from the bed and threw them on the floor. I quickly picked up my scattered clothes on the floor before running into the bathroom to wash up this disgrace.  

I have no idea how he is going to see me after this mistake. 

And besides, what are these marks on my body? Did he make these on me? 

Shit! I have messed up. 

"Oh no!" I covered my face in shame. 

*

I got to the dining room and right there waiting, was Adrian who was busy with his phone.

He had changed the clothes from this morning into a nice black suit. The disheveled hair I could remember this morning is now styled so beautifully. 

"What was taking her so long?" He raised his head to look at me, and again, I was stuck staring at those dark irises.

"She was washing up. I guess she woke quite late today." Nanny Elsa said, instead of me. 

"Yes she did." He muttered, staring at my face, his lips lifted up, smirking. 

I sat down, quickly dropped my gaze to avoid those menacing glare of his. "You shouldn't be too disturbed sweetheart, it's just the two of us here." 

Wait, Nanny Elsa left already? 

"You don't seem too relaxed to see me here. You know I don't bite, right." 

"Go...good mo..." 

"We already met this morning - well." Hell, that's true. He isn't gonna go on around the house telling everybody that, will he? "Stop it." He suddenly said.

"Stop what?!"

 "Even your frightened voice sounds like you are flirting." He chuckled. What the hell does he mean by that? "Your behavior will definitely inform the whole house that we fucked last night." 

"Please." I quickly begged for him to shut up. His father cannot hear him say such a thing. 

It is a big disgrace to me and it will taint my family's name. "I just told you, no one is here to listen to our conversation." 

I scooped a full spoon of rice into his mouth, "I didn't spill anything inside of you last night stepmom," what?! How could I have forgotten something like that?! "So, don't worry about getting pregnant and we shouldn't forget this is a mistake. I am a harmless being, stop looking at me as if I am going to cut you in pieces and give you pieces to my dogs to eat." 

"I am sorry."

"Rule number one stepmother: If you still want us to be cool with each other, stop apologizing without any reason. Like you just did now." He cut me off and I nodded, as if I understood what he meant.

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