BETROTHED TO MY STEPMOM’S HUSBAND

Baron's POV

“Follow me!” I asked her and she obeyed, though reluctantly. I could feel the striking connection between us two, but she seemed not to want any of that again.

She had to put on her cold mask for me, so I wouldn't even think of trying to get her to fall for me again. When I cleared the air, she also responded in a way that sounded like she moved on from our love a long time ago. I just hoped it was for the best.

We went upstairs to my daughter, Fiona's bedroom. Fiona had never liked any nanny I brought to take care of her, so I wished she would like Kayla because that would really relieve my stress and I would be able to focus on work more.

When I entered the room, she was on the floor, drawing. “Meet your new nanny, Kayla.” I said to her. On seeing Kayla, it seemed she had seen someone she once knew.

She stood up at once and ran to Kayla, hugging her very tightly. Kayla hugged her back.

“What's your name, baby?” She asked my daughter. I was stunned, her cold attitude didn't reach up to my daughter. Only me.

“Fiona.” Fiona replied.

“Isn't that a lovely name for a lovely girl?” Kayla told her, causing her to grin even more.

The connection was so smooth, I was impressed and excited at the same time. I didn't believe this would happen, I didn't even believe that my daughter would like her. It was all like a mystery to me.

“Please make sure you take care of her properly, as though she was your own child.”

“Well, I'm doing my job as a good nanny, not what you are saying.”

At first, I feared that Kayla would take out the anger she had for Giorgio on Fiona, but from how they bonded, I was convinced that wouldn't be the case.

On my way downstairs, I suddenly got into a brief flashback. My sudden loss flew into my mind, the very reason I asked for a nanny for my daughter.

I got a call from the hospital. “Hello.”

“Mr. Baron, your wife sent for you. She says she wants to see you.” I was told.

I wanted to go, but when I saw the time, I couldn't. “Please, I have to be at an urgent meeting now. I will see her when I am done.” I related to the caller.

“But she…” the caller wanted to explain, but I stopped him halfway.

“Please, just do as I have said. I will be there as soon as I get the chance to.” I told him, subsequently ending the call before he could say the next thing.

I had to attend the meeting because of how important it was for the company. I had been trying to connect with Gervais for a while now. They were the biggest automobile maintenance company in the world and they finally agreed to meet with us after months of reaching out and I couldn't waste this opportunity.

I was already running late, so I went as quickly as I could. In no time, thanks to my swift driver, I was at the meeting place and began my presentation.

As I spoke, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It rang so loud, it disturbed the scene. I took it out and ended the call.

“Sorry for that.” I told them. Few seconds after I began speaking again, the phone rang. The same number. I was boiling with anger, when Prisha George, the daughter of the owner of the company, who was representing him looked at me with a soft smile. “You can go take your call, we'll wait.”

I left to the other side of the hall and answered. I was so angry about the interruption and ready to blast the caller, but what I heard weakened me.

“Mr. Baron, your wife has passed away.” My phone slipped out of my hands and smashed against the ground, catching everybody's attention.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. I ran out of the hall at once and headed straight to the hospital. At this point, my mind wasn't on whether I would get the partnership or not, but on my wife who had just lost her life.

“Where is she? Where is my wife?” I yelled out as I stormed into the hospital, looking restless.

“I'm sorry sir. She had a complication and her body kept failing so many times, she couldn't respond to our revival operations. That was why she had us call you. She wanted to see you one last time after finding out she wouldn't make it.” The doctor told me.

Now, I broke down. I was angry with myself. I chose work over Giorgia and now, I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye.

“Would you like to see her?” The doctor said to me. I couldn't do that. I didn't have the courage to look at her, after what I knew I had done. I left at once, driving as fast I could.

The reality was still dreamy to me. The doctors said they were trying all they could and she was looking promising. However, the child she was carrying made the risk level high and now that she was dead, the nine months old baby had died in her too. How was Fiona going to take the news that her mother had died? How were we going to move forward without her?

It was so unbearable for me even though it's days after she passed on. I wanted to get drunk all of a sudden, and return back here to the estate to sleep.

I once had a thing for drinking, but Giorgia made me promise her I would stop because she hated the smell of alcohol and I did. Now, however, that felt like the only place I could find solace.

I had bottles, more than I could count and more than I ever had before. Everything felt hollow, like a part of me had been taken away. I stayed here at the bar till midnight.

“We are closing sir.” The waiter said to me when it was time to luck up. By then, it was past 11pm.

I staggered to my car, half aware of my environment. Thank goodness I could drive home safely.

On opening the door, the first person I saw was Kayla. She has a nightgown on. Not revealing, but something that reminded me how sexy she was. My mind immediately began playing my late wife, Giorgia, how she often stood by the door to welcome me when I return home. This grief reflex feeling incited a very deep horny feeling in me that I began to advance towards Kayla. I ended up kissing her, grabbing her face.

She struggled and pulled out of my grip.

“I am sorry, but you're drunk. Besides, I'm your daughter’s nanny!” She told me. Looking at her closely, I saw a glimpse of Giorgia. I couldn't help but kiss her deep.

“No! Giorgia, it's you. I can see you, I want to have this sweet moment with you.” Before I knew, tears began to stream from my eyes. “Please Giorgia, be with me. Don't leave me.”

She was looking intensely at me, the pity and sorrow in her eyes. Like she was waiting for it, she obliged and we moved to the couch like that. My feelings became a bit distorted as soon as she accepted, it was now swaying between Giorgia and my ex-wife, Kayla.

At first, I could feel her resisting me, but I guess when she saw how badly I was grieving, she opened up to me.

“Let's go to the room.” She said softly into my ears. Although I was drunk, I was still conscious enough to know my daughter could come down and this view wouldn't be healthy for her.

I quickly lifted her up and went upstairs.

I dropped her slowly on the bed and kissed her softly. Her night was linen and smooth to touch, which aroused me the more.

I took off the dress and went straight to sucking her boobs. I could hear her moan as I did. After a while, I went down, pulling her undies down, so I could have a view of the sweet pussy that was once mine.

I couldn't wait to devour her and devour, I did. At one point, I wanted to be inside, so I took off my dress, ready to penetrate.

She stopped me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked me.

“I can't control this feeling.” I pleaded with her.

“No, not like that. I just don't want us waking up tomorrow and releasing this was a mistake. Your wife just died, I know you are in pain and want relief.” She said to me.

“And this is how I want to mourn, I see the image of Giorgia, I want to have her this last time in my imagination.” I replied.

“Then you can have me as you wish.” Her words elated me, making me remember all the intimate times I shared with each other.

With every stroke, the memories reawakened and with every moan, the feelings came back.

I went on and on over her, both of us, looking directly at each other.

She had her hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to her. It had been a while since I had this experience.

Since Girogia fell ill and was admitted to the hospital, I hadn't been with any woman, so it all felt new to me.

The fact that I was doing it with Kayla, made it seem like I was experiencing our first sexual encounter all over again.

After about thirty minutes of thrusting, I finally came, spewing my fluid into her and letting out a loud sigh.

I laid on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Goodnight.” She said to me, standing up and trying to dress up.

“Why don't you spend a little time with me before you go to your room?” I requested.

Like she was waiting for it, she hopped on the bed again and we cuddled with each other.

None of us said a word, but allowed the silence to speak for itself. After a while, we both fell asleep in each other's arms, just like old times.