Chapter 5 The truth

Chloe looked disoriented as she was coming into the kitchen, but Matthew did not think it was that bad because she does not seem to know who she had sex with last night. She obviously knows she had sex, but she does not realise it was with Matthew, and not Luke.

But then Chloe shakes her head, obviously still puzzled. "It is strange, Mr. Holt. Do you know if Luke rearranged the furniture in his room last night? I swear everything was in a different place, and honestly, I'm starting to wonder if I am still a little drunk. We had a bad fight last night, and I went out to the Hard Swallow to calm down for a bit before coming back." she narrates.

Matthew pauses, his hand still on the spatula.

"How much alcohol did you have?" He asks her.

Chloe cringes. "Probably too much. Maybe two or three drinks? I had water too, but I am not a regular drinker, so the alcohol hits me fast." she replies

Matthew nodded.

"Okay, but that is not too much. What do you remember?" He asks in a casual tone. She scrunches her forehead, trying to think.

"I had a few drinks, and then I walked back. I used my key to get in, and even remembered the PIN for the alarm system," Chloe says with a rueful smile at him. "Then I went upstairs and got in bed and ..." Here, she stops, her cheeks flushing because obviously, she doesn't want to tell her boyfriend's dad that she and Luke enjoyed multiple rounds of hot sex last night. The problem is, those rounds were not with Luke. They were with him, Matthew.

"But do you remember anything else?" Matthew asked casually, while plating up some eggs.

Chloe blushes again, biting her lip.

"No, not really. It was really late by the time I got here, and really dark too. I was so tired, and I'm surprised I'm even up this early today." She responded, trying to skip the sex part.

Matthew nods, wondering what else he should say. Having got nothing to say, he decided to brew coffee.

"Maybe caffeine will help? The coffee will be done in a few minutes."

Chloe sits down at the kitchen table and smiles. "Yes, definitely. Hot joe always clears my mind, and maybe it'll help with my hangover too. It's weird. I really didn't have that much, but last night was just so muddled in my head. I shouldn't be drinking," she continues quickly. "Again, I hardly ever drink so I guess even two cocktails did me in."

Matthew nods and focuses on the eggs when the coffee machine pings. Then he pours a steaming mug for Chloe and slides it over to her. She lifts it to her lips and takes a long sip, letting out a grateful "ahhhh."

Matthew's mind is still whirling. "We had hot sex last night, but Chloe doesn't even know it was with me." This is a total clusterfuck. What should I do?" Matthew thinks to himself as his pulse races, Chloe stands to put her now-empty mug in the sink, the hem of Matthew's large t-shirt wafting over her thighs.

"How can she not realise she woke up in my dark bedroom, and that it's my t-shirt she's in right now? Are my son and I really so interchangeable in bed? Fuck, I hope not because Luke has an air of incompetence about him, and I wouldn't be surprised if he fumbles around like a little boy." Thoughts kept on running in Matthew's mind.

He just cannot drop the truth on Chloe like a pile of bricks. He has to ease her into this new understanding, otherwise the shit is going to hit the fan. As a result, he tried to stay light and casual.

"How are you feeling now?" he ask, passing her a fork.

Chloe takes it gratefully and digs into her eggs.

"Actually, okay. My head hurts a little, but it's not so bad. It's really the disorientation that puzzles me because I've never had this happen before. Does this happen when you drink, Mr. Holt?"

Matthew shakes his head.

"No, never."

"Oh. Well, I'll figure it out." she replies, biting her lips.

"By the way, I hope you didn't hear about my fight with Luke last night. Sometimes when we get mad at each other, we get really loud, but I assure you, it's nothing. Luke and I argue like cats and dogs all the time."

Matthew nodded, taking a seat next to her at the counter before digging into my own eggs. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It happens, and all couples quarrel."

They eat a bit longer in silence before she speaks again.

"So you did hear us?"

Matthew's heart pounds in his chest even as he tries to keep himself composed.

"Does she mean, did I hear the crazy sex from last night where she moaned and screamed like a banshee? Or did I hear the fight with my son?" he wondered. He decided to stay safe, and go with the latter.

"I did hear some of it. So you and Luke are broken up now, right?"

Chloe presses her lips together. "I guess, technically. But you know us, we've broken up before, and we always get back together. Luke and I haven't had a chance to talk about it yet, but I'm guessing this will be one of our shortest break ups after... nevermind."

Matthew decides that it's the perfect opening, and he decides to take it.

"Are any parts of you sore this morning, Chloe?" He asks gently. "Are you feeling okay?"

Chloe looks confused. "How so? Oh, do you mean, did he hit me? God no, Luke would never do that. You raised a good man, Mr. Holt, and Luke has never lifted a hand against me even during our worst fights."

Matthew nodded.

"Good, but I mean are you sore in a different way, sweetheart? Because we went pretty deep last night, and I wasn't sure if you could take me all. You must be achy this morning."

At that, Chloe's fork clatters to the table.

She gasps.

"I just want to make sure you're okay," Matthew continues in a calm voice. "Again, we went really deep last night, and although you were very wet, I want to make sure you're not hurting anywhere."

At that, the blood drains from Chloe's face, and she turns to Matthew with wide eyes.

"I'm not sure what you're saying, Mr. Holt," she manages in a shaky whisper. "Wet? Deep? What do you mean?

Knowing that it's time to lay all his cards out, Matthew turned to face her, his blue eyes like midnight.

"Sweetheart, last night you must have been more tipsy than you realised because you came into my room last night. Not Luke's. I was asleep when I felt you rubbing those curves against me, and soon, you were taking me fully, like a mare in heat."

"Holy shit!"