An affair with my husband's son

"You will?" 

"We will?!" Paula exclaimed, shocked. I guess she is worried about her new polished nails. 

"We are her friends," Erica glared at Paula who was already examining her nails, afraid of it getting ruined.  "So of course, we should be able to help her with her house chores." 

"Okay. As soon as she is done with her house chores, she can go wherever she wishes to go. She should be home before ten, or else, I will make sure she sleeps on the streets or perhaps Mrs London, our neighbor's house till the next morning." She threatened, without batting a lash. 

       I trembled slightly.

     Will she really do that? 

"Yes ma'am." 

    My friends helped me with the other house chores, before helping me with something to wear and off we went to a club. 

"Your birthday is all on me!" Erica, the rich one amongst us all, yelled and they all cheered happily.

  I smiled. 

    They are always looking up for me. They are the friends one could ever wish for. These three were the only ones who helped me those times I needed help the most. 

   Twelve years ago... I quickly shake my head, not to remember those horrible times. 

  We all went straight to the dance floor, since we don't drink, and we have never tried to. I was dancing my heart off when I felt something hard wrapped around my stomach.  I felt my inside curl, cringed out. 

Turning, I saw a drunk nigga dancing behind me with his right arm wrapped around my stomach.

Who the hell...

He danced, hovering behind me like a mosquito. A big smile plastered on his face, revealing his dirty set of teeth. 

"Move away." I tried to push him off, looking for my friends who seem to be engrossed with the music, dancing on stage. There were crowds on the dance floor. I think that was the reason they weren't able to observe the drunk in front of me. 

"Beautiful lady. You are so beautiful I could fall." He praised like an old-time asshole, his arm wrapped like an asshole he was. "Let's go dance...wait...or, let's kiss. You look delicious tonight." He crackled, turning me around like a pice of trash. 

Let go of me, you drunk! 

I wanted to scream, but no one would hear me.

He was stronger, I tried to push him off, but wasn't budging. He held me tightly, trying to have his dirty mouth on mine. 

Suddenly, I saw him pulled off, thrown on the floor like a piece of rag. 

I saw a silhouette of a man, standing in front of me. He was guarding me away from him. 

His broad shoulders stood right in front of me, his dark coat I could see, but not his face. 

"Who the fuck are you?!" The drunk snapped at the man, nursing the cut on his forehead. I can't see his expression, but the drunk sure was upset for what he just did. 

"Go away." 

"And who are you?!" He thundered back, drifting all attention to him, then my friends ran to me. 

"What's happening?" Erica asked, staring at the man and the drunk.  

"Here." The man in front of me threw a bundle of dollars at him, and quickly, he caught it like a cheap he was, before fleeing happily. 

He turned around to look at me. 

What the fuck!  

Standing in front of me was this extremely fucking handsome guy. 

Good gracious!

Quite tall and extremely handsome. His dark charcoal eyes glimmering at mine, even in the dark. It felt so much that I have been sucked into the dark hold of his eyes, and his dark hair, If I could run my fingers into it as he thrusts into me. 

Gosh, I can't believe I am starting to think dirty.   

"Are you okay?" 

Instead of replying, I stood still smiling widely at him like a psychopath. 

"Handsome, right?" Paula whispered to my ear, and slowly I nodded. 

"You should be careful next time, miss." He added, smiling back at me. I nodded back at him as he walked away leaving me lovestruck. 

Oh no! A real crush. 

My friends were also caught staring and giggling as he walked away. 

"Damn it girl!" Erica snapped bluntly. "You should have asked for his number. The dude is as tall as a hunk." 

"Um," I quickly shook the dirty thoughts off my mind. I was already thinking about running my cold hands around his back, planning to... "I don't think we should talk like that?" I turned to look at them, "And where were you guys?" 

"Dancing our chills out, of course. It's your birthday." 

"Shouldn't I be the one dancing the chills out? But instead I was the one who got arrested by a drunk man, saved by that handsome hunk of a dude." Great, I am starting to fantasize about him again. 

Of course, I couldn't agree-less the guy who saved me was a hunk. A darn handsome hunk. 

"That's good then," Lilian's tone got higher than before. "On your twentieth birthday, you got saved by a handsome hunk. Normally, said by the gods, it's a good omen. I'm very sure you are gonna have a nice guy who is gonna take you out of that tight burden you call home." 

I raised my brows, "Really?" 

"Okay, common. Enough of the hunk or whatever. Let's go party!" 

"Yeah!!" We all cheered together. 

I got home that night to meet the whole family seated in the living room. They seemed engrossed in having an intense conversation before I walked in, because the whole room somehow felt heavy. Nobody was smiling. 

Should I go out or stay? It was really getting uncomfortable. 

I looked at them all, wondering what was wrong.  

"Oh, there she is. Finally." That was Nala. "I hope you enjoyed the party today." She teased. But her glare was saying otherwise. It was murderous. 

"Mom, what is wrong?" I asked, still standing. 

Father called instead. "Selena?" 

"FATHER?" 

They were quite hesitant, stared at me for a while before saying, "You are getting married tomorrow." 

Okay?

I stared are them all wondering what they meant by that. I was a little bit confused by what they actually meant. Wasn't Nala the one getting married? What does this have to do with me? 

"Married?" 

"Get ready tomorrow. Your wedding gown will be delivered to you tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, the driver will take you to church." Mom stood up. "Happy birthday sweetheart." Mom concluded before heading upstairs.

Nala sneered at me before leaving, while father looked at me one more time before leaving with mother.

Though, I was still confused. 

This must be a joke. A funny joke which I was Infact, laughing. 

"Ahahahahah!" 

But it seemed not to be a joke.