Chapter 3: Family Moment

MAVIS

Isabel ran out of my room immediately after meeting the ugly sight. "Why didn't you shut the door?" I asked my young whore. A nineteen-year-old slut whom I met on a dating site.

"I thought I did," she stretched out to grab my cock and continue from where she'd stopped but I held her hand and pushed it away in regret. 

"Stop it and leave immediately. I don't want to set my eyes on you again, ever."

"But why, is she your girlfriend? I can't just walk away this night, it's already very dark." She said and I could perceive disappointment and jealousy in her tone 

"And, who are you to question me?" I stretched out, took a bundle of dollar notes, and dumped it on the bed. "That's your pay, I understand that it's late. I'll ask my chauffeur to drop you off."

"But, we were just getting started, don't tell me you are sending me away because of her." She pointed at the entrance, she was referring to Isabel.

"You have no right at all to say anything about her, now get your ass out of my room!" I thundered in anger. 

I got up and grabbed my shirt and made it to the bathroom. I joined the table rather late. Dad gave me a look that I detested while Isabel avoided my face. 

"You took so long, son. What kept you away?" Dad asked, I knew he would. What if Isabel had exposed me to them? 

I hawked and turned to Isabel who seemed to be very busy with the piece of chicken on her plate. "I was asleep, I felt a little dizzy and," I paused when Isabel raised a surprised face at me.

I started to cough, "Are you okay?" Matilda asked feeling concerned as she passed me a glass of cool water. "Yeah, I am. Thank you," Isabel laughed, pretending as though she saw a meme on her phone. 

"I think we should get to know ourselves better, right sweetheart?" Dad asked Mom and she nodded with a soft smile. This wasn't a good time but Dad felt so. 

"I'll go first," Isabel said instantly. She had suddenly gained impetus which was a good thing for her. "I'm a graduate, a masseur, and I own a shop in the main town."

Wow, a brief introduction. Was that all? I thought, wouldn't you tell us about the man who was milking you occasionally? 

"Come on, Darling. Don't be modest, tell us the kind of shop you own." Matilda told her daughter. They stole glances at each other and I could tell that Isabel had reserved important information about her business. 

Isabel smiled uneasily and adjusted her sitting position as though she had to do so before she would be able to speak. Dad stopped eating and looked up, everyone else did. "An adult shop," she said as though she had a plow in her throat. "I now manage my late father's adult shop," she finished and gulped down the content in her throat with the help of red wine. 

"Wow, quite interesting," Dad exclaimed with a gentle nod. 

Gosh! I thought wrongly earlier. As Isabel's goods rolled over the place at the airport, I thought that she was a baddie. Well, she could still be a baddie for me. Right? 

And, did she say she was a masseur? Thank goodness, I would be coming home every day from the gym with a non-existing fracture. I said, imagining how her hands would feel on my body. The thought of that alone gave me a boner. Thank goodness, I was on a seat with the dining table hovering over my little man. 

"Are you seeing someone?" Dad asked Isabel when she was not expecting it. She briefly lowered her head, and her countenance changed. "Poor child, she lost her fiancé to another woman last two months. It's one of the experiences that shattered my lovely daughter and now, the moron is married to the woman because he impregnated her." Matilda served as her mouthpiece, seeing that her daughter could break down.

"You are a beautiful lady, you'll have more suitors here in Los Angeles," Dad said and Isabel nodded. 

She nodded! Was I a joke to her? "I hope you have moved on from your past?" She nodded at Dad and forced a smile. She will not escape me and I'm not bluffing. Did she know how her mother managed to marry my father?

I did the job all alone just to bring her closer to my plate. "Son, are you enjoying your food? You are not eating, do you want anything?" Concerned Matilda asked. 

Yes, the dessert in your daughter's pants. My brain meant to say but I shook it off by shaking my head. "I'm okay," I said mumbling as I resumed eating. 

"What an ordeal!" Jessie said. "I had my heart broken once, I know how you felt, big sis."

I looked at Jessie with commanding eyes, "This is an adult conversation, why don't you concentrate on your food?" Our parents laughed. 

"I'm fifteen, I'm not a boy anymore." Jessie defended himself. 

"That doesn't make you a man either, so, shush. Sorry, Isabel. You didn't deserve that." I said without looking up at her. 

"You talk as though anyone deserves that," she quickly snapped at me but not in a manner that suggested that we were at war with each other. "Every woman deserves to be loved and respected and not settled for or managed."

Matilda smiled and stole glances with her husband while Isabel gave me a shooting stare of displeasure. Why was she putting up this cold attitude? I wondered. 

"You are right, a woman like you to be precise," I replied to her and she eyed me quickly after confirming that no one was watching. Did she have a personal grudge with me? But why suddenly? 

"Mavis, your turn now," Dad said looking at me from the frame of his spectacles. 

I wiped my mouth and left the towel on the tray. 

"Well, very few persons know me as a gynecologist. The paparazzi have done a great job. Isabel, you can check me up on G****e. Good night all."

Ignoring Dad's displeased look, I left the table with a glass of wine and walked toward Isabel's room.