Orange juice

Amanda did nothing but let Harry stay at Marco's house. She couldn't push him away because she knew Harold would be hurt. She didn't want to look like a demon in her son's eyes, so even though it was against her will that Harry was here, she could do nothing but keep quiet. She just wished that Marco would have come to reduce the tension in his house. But destiny doesn't seem to be in favor of what she wants to happen.

"Marco, what's the matter?" She wondered about the question after answering his call.

"Are you guys alright there?" He asked.

"Yeah, where are you? I thought you're going home now." He said in a worried tone of voice. He is supposedly home now. She suddenly felt nervous.

"There's an urgent in my office. So I have to be there first," he said.

"Okay. Please be careful; don't allow them to follow you," she said with a frightened voice.

"Thank you, Amanda. Did you have your lunch?" He asked again.

"We're having lunch. There's still pork left in the freezer, so I just cooked it," she said.

A few more minutes later, their conversation ended. She went back to the dining area to finish the meal.

"Mommy said she doesn't like tulip flowers, but I saw her putting the flowers into her favorite vase and carrying them to her room," he said while busy eating.

She glared at him. Why did he choose her as their topic out of all the words he could say? She had refused to accept the flowers earlier, but now she was fucked off. She was embarrassed.

She wanted to pinch her son at those times. She could not accept that he would betray her. She tries to reach his foot to distract him from the story.

"Seriously? Did you watch your mommy secretly?" Harry asked.

"It's not my intention, but I guess so," he reasoned while smiling.

Harry laughed slightly.

When Amanda felt that her feet had already reached Harold's feet, she quickly kicked them slightly. But she would be even more in trouble because she kicked Harry's foot instead of Harold.

"Why are you touching my feet?" Harry asked her, confused.

Amanda's jaw dropped in embarrassment.

"I don't mean it. It's an accident," she reasoned then returned her feet to their previous position.

"I think you want to tell me something important, Amanda. Don't you?" He asked.

"What do I have to tell you?" She also asked.

He laughed slightly.

She thought that her delirium would end there, but she was wrong.

She felt Harry's feet slowly touch her feet, then he continued until her leg. He didn't stop until he reached her thigh. She's wearing a denim short, so she can easily feel Harry's touch through her skin. Her whole body was shaking; she was sweating.

"Mommy, are you okay? You look uncomfortable," Harold commented.

She swallowed her saliva before she spoke.

"I'm fine, son. Finish your food so we can have a nap later," she said.

She was having a hard time speaking because of what Harry was doing to her.

She wanted to pin his eyes with her fork.

Speaking of forks, Harold's fork suddenly fell off. So Harry quickly removed his feet from her thighs.

Amanda took a deep breath. She didn't think she could handle Harry's antics anymore. It was a mistake to let him stay with them in Marco's house.

She took a deep breath.

"Are you feeling alright, Amanda?" Harry asked.

He even had the courage to ask her, as if he didn't know what was going on. He's acting like an innocent person.

She rolled her eyes at him then stood up to get some orange juice for Harold.

"Can I have mine too?" Harry asked.

She was really annoyed with him. She wanted to bathe a liter of orange juice on this very demanding man, but she's not that harsh woman.

"Mommy, one glass of orange juice for Tito Harry too, please," Harold said, who was very attentive to his guest. She returned to the table with two glasses of orange juice. She placed one on the side of Harold's plate and did the same to Harry, but he suddenly grabbed her by the waist. She sighed at what he did. She was thrilled, so she accidentally threw a glass of orange juice at him.

"Oh my gosh. I didn't mean it!" She exclaimed.

Harry stood up suddenly when he felt the cold in his body.

"Are you okay, Tito Harry?" Harold asked worriedly.

He even got up from his chair and walked towards Harry.

Harry nodded in his answer to Harold.

She did not intend to bathe him with orange juice, but destiny granted her secret request at that moment.

"I'm fine but I have to change my shirt. It's completely wet," then, without any hesitation he took off his black shirt.

Amanda's eyes were exposed to the fascinating sight. She can't be able to ignore it. She couldn't help but stare at his topless body.

What is happening to her today?

"Mommy, can you please borrow Tito Marco's shirt? I think Tito Harry will feel the cold," Harold said, with concern on his face.

Harry is very important to him.

"Oh yes. Just wait for me here," she replied, then blinked her eyes.

Gracious! Why is it that Harry's body is so perfect?"

I need to have a shower. This juice is very sticky on my body. Can you show me the bathroom?" He asked her.

She didn't know what to do; she could not understand herself. She was crazy about him, about his almost naked body.

"What?" She exclaimed.

Harry and Harold looked at each other at the same time because of her reaction, which did not match what Harry said.

"What's wrong, mommy?" Harold is confused with her.

She shook her head.

"I mean, yes. You should shower first, Harry," she said, finally reducing the throbbing in her chest a bit.

She left quickly. She could hear Harry step behind her. It was as if she could not even walk right because he knew there were eyes watching her. She didn't want to look back at him. She was afraid to keep her eyes on his provocative body. She took a quick step further, not wanting him to be close to her.

She stopped when she reached the bathroom.

"Go ahead, you have to take a shower before you have an allergy." She said.

"I'm not allergic to anything. I guess it's fine to be topless here. It's relaxing, by the way," he replied.

"Seriously, Harry, don't act like you're welcome here. I let you stay because of Harold. That's it." She said sarcastically.

She even glared at him and then left.

She went to Marco's room and looked for clothes for Harry that he could wear. He chose a v-neck shirt for Marco, it was folded neatly in his cabinet and it looked like it hadn’t been used yet.

When she came out of the room, she heard someone shouting.

"Amanda! Can you bring me a towel please?" That was Harry's voice from the bathroom.

She lost her mind. There was no towel in the bathroom before she let Harry in there. She hurriedly picked up the unused towel in the guest room and hurried to the bathroom.

She knocked before she opened, but she was surprised when Harry pulled her inside.

She sighed when she felt the drop of cold water coming from the shower.

"What the hell are you doing?" She growled at the man whose wet hair was still wet and still dripping.

"Are you out of your mind?" She said angrily.

She clenched her jaw while letting the water drop to her body.

Harry was staring at her. Then he slowly took a few steps back so he could be closer to her. He was inches away from her face. She could even feel the heat from his breath.

"What are you doing to me, Amanda?" He said.

"I'm not doing anything to you, Harry. Just finish your business here with my son and leave." She replied coldly.

He held her on both shoulders.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He became very serious.

"I don't hate you. I just don't want to get involved in your life again," she replied.

But he came even closer to her. Now their bodies are contiguous and she can't help it.

"But I want you to be involved. I still want you, Amanda," he whispered.

Then he quickly kissed her on the lips. At first it was gentle, but it became aggressive after he reciprocated his kisses.

She could no longer bear the anger that was in her mind. She was completely betrayed by her fragile heart.

"You have no idea how much I miss these lips," he whispered, and then kissed her again.

His hands traveled quickly to different parts of her body. Until he stopped at her two mountains. He held them tightly and gradually played their crowns.

She was just moaning because of that sensation. They were under a cold shower but seemed to be on fire because of the heat they both felt in those moments.

"Remember what I told you five years ago?" he asked, as his hands were busy playing with her breasts. He pinches her nipples slowly as she moans loudly.

"What is it?" She said it in a low voice, almost a whisper.

She was panting.

"Why did you forget the most important thing I said?" he asked again, then quickly removed her top.

Her perfect breasts were exposed.

"They are really beautiful, Amanda. I can't wait to taste them again." Harry was intoxicated with worldliness.

He sucked and sucked her nipples. He was like a hungry baby.

Amanda is overwhelmed by what this man is doing to her. All the thoughts she had before were gone. All her anger towards him was gone.

"Fuck, these nipples are always my favorite," he moaned.

After a while, he quickly took off Amanda's shorts together with her underwear.

"Mommy! Mommy! Tito Marco is here!" Harold shouted from the living room.

"Shit! My gosh. You have to hide," she said in a rush.

"Why do I have to hide?" he kissed her again.

"Harry, stop it. Marco is here, I don't want him to misunderstand everything. Stay here." She gave a firm command and then quickly fixed herself.

She could not believe what was happening to her. She used the towel first, which she had given to Harry, then quickly left.