MY FATHER-IN-LAW

"The bad thing about deceptions is that they come from those you least expect". - Unknown Author.

05:00 a.m. - London...

Opening her eyes, she sees the face of her husband Kamael, sleeping like a Greek god. She smiles and sits on the edge of the bed.

- Another day! - she declares, getting up and walking to the bathroom. She cleans herself in the morning.

- I bring everything forward. - She whispers to her reflection in the blurred mirror, like her mind in the last few days. Feeling down, she walks to the kitchen.

- I prepare Kamael's coffee, leave everything ready. - She does her routine chores, her mind is yelling for her to do something about it. She wants at all costs to help her husband and she knows that every time she touches this subject, he turns into a different man from the one she is used to seeing.

Realizing that it was already past 6:00 a.m, she breathe dejectedly.

- Damn it, I can't stand this life of waking up, doing everything, and then staying the rest of the day doing nothing. - she says to herself. - Kamael won't let me help him, he says that as a man he refuses to let me work outside, and to satisfy him, I do everything he asks me to do. I don't live! I am the perfect housewife, I do the laundry and cook for this huge house - She whispers to herself in a melancholy voice. - Ah! Where is the servant? There isn't one! I need to occupy my mind. - She complains, gesturing in the air and talking to herself.

Sitting at the coffee table distracted by her inner chaos, she loses herself when she smells the perfume of her handsome husband invading the kitchen. Smiling, she analyzes him in all his glory. He looks gorgeous in his black suit. She focuses on his tie, knowing that she does it on purpose, leaving it crooked like every morning. He walks over to her and pulls her into a warm. hug.

- Good morning my sweet! - He whispers and kisses her softly. Fixing his tie, he smoothes his suit like someone who wants to make it perfect. He turns her around and takes her lips in a warm kiss, something he has done frequently in the last few months.

- Wow, you look stunning, my sweet. - He compliments her, looking into her eyes, and in response, she smiles shyly.

- Stop, honey. - Looking at him with his eyebrows raised was predictable, he already knows what he would do, his physiognomy changes quickly. - I need to occupy my mind. I want to work! - Her words come out fast, like someone who has trained for hours.

- No! You don't want to. - He retorts, turning away. The gentleman is gone, replaced by a rude and controlling one. She will not give up on this conversation.

- Yes, I do! - Looking angrily at him, she walks to the sink and picks up his cup. Observing everything with a straight face and without thinking, she proceeds with the subject that for him is already over.

- I can't handle this life anymore! I want to do something to occupy my mind or I will freak out, Kamael. Shouting, she unburdens herself. Facing his wife with a guilty look on his face, he has been thinking about all this and barely sleeps because of this situation, he is fed up with the lie, but he doesn't know how he will get through this situation and, as always, decides to be rude to his beloved.

- Listen carefully to what I'm about to say. My wife doesn't work! - he says with a rude tone because he knows that he will not talk about it anymore.

- Ok. - she rebuts in a whiny voice, turning her attention back to her coffee and ending the subject. she doesn't want another morning fight.

- You can get me stressed out in the morning. I'm getting mad about it. I've even lost my hunger. - Crazy to escape from the situation he hated to bring up every morning, he drops the cup, messing everything up, which was unnoticed now, is noticed. She stares at him with her eyes tearing up with sadness.

He leaves once again furious with his attitude and, to avoid confessing his mistakes, he doesn't say goodbye.

- I'm already accustomed to it. - she whispers between tears. - We don't have a child because he doesn't want one, that's all my whole life. The house and the husband. We barely have sex. - She complains, giving way to a frustrated woman.

- He only comes home tired and, to be honest, I don't miss sex. - She whispers, knowing very well that it is a lie since lately, he has been a little more attentive.

As usual, to relieve her anger, she starts cleaning the kitchen for the 1000th time this month only. After the exhaustion of tidying up her huge house, she lies down, and sleep catches up with her.

"You may even want to provoke a whirlwind, but don't expect to get a breeze in response. Provoke those who know, resist those who can." - Author unknown".

Hours earlier - Seattle...

The music was loud, Bronck looked at Ana that was dancing in front of him, she was one of the many that went out with him from this meeting point, the smile was evident, he knows that he will leave accompanied by the PUBIS. Ana walks towards him with her drinks in hand, with a face that she already knew, she would invite him to get out of there.

- Bronck, I want a bath, with those soft hands on my feet, let's get out of this zone. - I shouted in his ear, smoothing his body, going towards his member.

- Ana, Ana, what am I going to do with you woman? You know I don't like all these demonstrations in public. - He whispers in her ear, holding her hair at the base of her neck. His breath tickled your ear.

- I'm sorry. - He answers breathlessly. It was this persuasive manner that held her captivated.

- Are you able to walk? - she asks in a sarcastic tone. - I think you are going to let me down Miss Anna, you can barely stand on your feet.

- I'm fine, you can be sure I'll be in charge tonight. - He affirms, kissing her neck.

- You can barely stand on your feet and you want to be in charge of what? Come on, I'll drop you home, maybe I'll come back here.

- Ra, Ra, Ra, I doubt it, tonight you are my Bronck! - They leave holding hands. Bronck insists on taking her to his house, but she doesn't accept. They move on to his house.

(...)

- Shall we take a bath?

- Shall we take a bath together or shall I bath you, Ana?

- Can you stop? Just let me eat something and I'll be fine. - He takes her to the kitchen and gets one of the dishes that his maid always leaves ready in the fridge, puts it on to warm up, and serves her dinner.

- Eat! - He orders all stately.

- Thank you. - She eats and drinks water. - He observes her, she must be 20 years younger, but since it was nothing serious, this didn't bother him.

She finishes and he looks like a different person. Trying to kiss her mouth, she smiles, and Bronck turns away, smiling because he knows he was doing it on purpose.

- Let's take a shower, young lady, and brush our teeth.

- Okay, I would like my foot massage. - He orders, going up to the second floor. It wasn't the first time she went to his house, she already knows the place pretty well.

- Brushes those teeth and the bath will be in the shower. - Stop staring at him in disbelief, since she liked to massage his feet.

- But I want a massage. - she mumbles.

Bronck comes over, holding her hair, talking close to her lips without touching them.

- Understand one thing woman, today you have no right to demand anything. - He smiles maliciously, lifting your dress to gain access to your bottom, squeezing and rubbing his erection against your belly.

- Shower! - She replies, hypnotized by his husky tone of voice.

- That's it! Good girl. - Go back upstairs.

In the hallway, slapping her ass, he holds her to the wall and smiles excitedly. Helping her to remove her dress, he smoothes her pussy over the lace panties. She moans softly, pressing her head to his chest.

- Huh! I want you inside me. - She sighs, spreading her legs even more to put his hand inside her panties.

- You'll feel it! I promise, I'll invade you with a lot of willpower, you'll scream my name for all Seattle to hear. - He answers, whispering close to her ear and smoothing her pussy. - Let's go to the shower.

Grabbing the dress from the floor, they go to the bedroom, remove the rest of their clothes, and go to the bathroom.

- Brush your teeth, Ana, I want to kiss you. - Asks smiling.

- Stop fussing. - She rebuts, smiling, opening the drawer, and getting a new toothbrush while adjusting the temperature, she brushes her teeth. Soon they are together under warm water.

- I need you inside me now. - she confesses, smiling.

- You're a pain in the ass, you fuck me at every opportunity, you know I hate this behavior. - He takes her in his lap. She moans as she feels his hard cock in her ass.

- I know, that's why I keep saying it every time. - He speaks between the kisses. They stay there for a few minutes until he carries her on his lap to the bed.

- You are perfect Ana, your body is wonderful. - Says between kisses, putting her on the bed and lying next to her, his lips come into contact between bites, and sucks moans softly. While he strokes her belly until he reaches her pussy.

- Ahhh! I need to cum Bronck, make me cum.

- You talk too much! - He mentions putting his fingers in her mouth. - Suck that shit and shut the fuck up.

She smiles and immediately obeys the order given to her.- That's it! Now open your little legs wide, let me see that little grill. - He orders in a hushed voice as he rubs her pussy. She moans holding his arm, intensifies bringing her to the brink of orgasm, and stops, making her scream.

- Fuck! - she screams.

- Dirty mouth. - She says, smiling as she goes back to torturing her clit.

- I'm going to cum, don't stop. Shit, how delicious. - Shout letting yourself be involved by the growing pleasure.

- Come on mother fucker, cum for me, I'm crazy to fuck you. - He speaks growling in her ear. Come on your fingers. - Oooh, what a delicious come! - Whispers rubbing hard her already sensitive clit making her scream.

- Ahhh! Fuck I'm gonna cum again.

- No you won't, now you're going to cum in my mouth you can hear me. - He says slapping her in the face, smiling, and standing over her.

- I like it when you swear to me when you slap me in the face. Since you want to cum in your mouth, I'll sit on your face. - Comment rubbing herself on his cock making him groan.

- Huh! Sit on my face go, satisfy my thirst.

Without thinking twice she obeys, feeling empowered by being in command, even if only for a few minutes. He tries to get her off him, but she continues until she climaxes, coming intensely in his mouth, leaving him all wet. He gets out from under her, smiling.

- My turn! - he declares, holding her throat. - I'll make your mouth into a pussy," he says with a devilish grin on his lips.

- My throat misses you.

He lays her down on the bed and positions himself.

- Ahhh! Fucking hot mouth. - He doesn't stop and stays until he reaches the limit, coming out of his mouth to cum on the floor, screaming while he enjoys intensely.

- I don't think I've ever told you, but of all the people I've been with, you're the only one who turns me on while he's coming. - Touching herself she murmurs, watching the scene that for her was a joy to behold.

- Wow, I'll be right back.

- Don't be late, I want.... - interrupts her.

- I want to feel myself inside you! I know. - He goes to the bathroom to clean himself, and when he comes back he already has the condom on his still erect penis.

- I love this disposition to come and not ask for a break, Bronck. - He confirms while touching himself.

- You talk too much, it cuts the mood. - He replies, climbing up on the bed and laying her on her stomach. - You want my cock, don't you? I'll give it to you!

- Hard and the way I like it. - He penetrates her all at once making her scream, and he doesn't stop, he puts all his strength into deep and firm strokes.

- Ahh! I'm gonna fucking cum!

- Cum, because I'm going to fuck you all night long and this pussy will be finished by dawn. - He sighs breathlessly as he penetrates her deeper and deeper, making her cum intensely, and as promised, he fucks her in several positions until he puts her in a roast chicken position to get her to cum, since he couldn't take it anymore.

- Look! how finished you are, Ana. Now I'm going to cum. She reaches her pleasure screaming with horny. Looking at her sweaty and exhausted. Giving a satisfied smile.

- I promise not to play with you anymore, I perfectly understood the message.

- Hahaha, I hope so, get your ass out of bed, bath! The sun will be up soon.

- Wake me up at 8 o'clock, please.

- I won't! I'll turn off honey, I'll wake up at 10:00 like I do every day. Set your cell phone to wake you up.

- Boring. Complains and goes to the shower. He smiles at her tantrum and does the same, takes a shower, and lies down letting sleep take over completely.

The worst of all losses is the loss of time." - Author unknown

Seattle - 10:00 a.m

As he wakes up with a smile on his face, Bronck realizes that he is still in company. Reminding himself of the wonderful and torturous night he had with Ana. He decides to wake her up.

- Ana!_ She wakes up looking at her surroundings. - Good morning! - He answers all excited. She looks at him with that face: where am I? What have I done? Holding a smile, he looks at her. She gets up and looks for her clothes.

- What time is it Bronck? - He answers that it's 10:04. He opens his eyes. Knowing very well what's going to happen, he gets out of the way.

- Oh, shit! - She puts on the dress with surprising speed, grabs her things, and runs out.

- Bye! - He says, knowing that she didn't even hear him. - I felt used, not even a goodbye dear. Yeah, I have to find a girlfriend who will share me with other women.. - Impossible! - He answers smiling at himself.

- I'll hurry up and get ready before I'm late, I have a meeting in an hour. Taking a shower, he gets dressed, wearing one of his impeccable suits, and he goes to his kitchen.

After a cup of coffee, he gets into his car, greets his driver, and goes to the office. As usual, he admires his company.

He enters and He walks up to the penthouse. The elevator doors open and he faces his secretary.

He thinks: She is beautiful and very professional, but not my cup of tea. I need to find a woman with a presence who will satisfy me in bed. Who will take care of me, because I am getting old.

- Another year I'll be alone at the charity event. - He thought out loud. - Seeing Carmen staring at him, he is not amused and changes his focus. When his cell phone rings, he stares at the screen, it's his son. He enters his room and answers reluctantly, he already knows his rebellious son's speech, Kamael is always shouting when he calls.

He answers, puts the cell phone on speakerphone, leans on his desk, and walks away. And as always, he yells and curses. Bronck, who keeps walking towards the windows, listens in silence until he stops.

- Is it over already? - he replies coolly.

- Stop sending money to my account, you good-for-nothing! Do you think I don't know that that company is yours? I don't need you, I have a job and I can support myself.

- Stop being arrogant and abusive! You are my son Kamael, when I die, everything will be yours. Come back to Seattle, take your place in this company. - Bronck tries to talk calmly, but he cuts him off.

- I am happily married here in London. It's been twelve years since I've seen your disgusting face, Bronck. - Hearing him call you by name cuts to your heart. Try to make a joke.

- Speak daddy boy. - Bronck listens to the curses and insults. Thinking to switch off and stop the stress, he walks to his desk when he hears a loud noise like a thud, his whole body tingling. - Kamael? - he shouts into his cell phone. Hearing the sound of breaking glass, Bronck becomes nervous. A cry of pain on the other end of the call makes his heart race. - Son, please don't play with me like that.

- Father, I ... - groans from the other side. Bronck can't believe this situation.

A loud noise echoes from the phone, then the call goes silent. Sitting up in shock, he whimpers. - My son, my only son. First my beloved wife, now him. - I can't believe it. - Still trying to understand what has happened, Carmen enters the room, bringing him out of his thoughts. - I have to go to London. - she whispers.

- Sir, your meeting is in three minutes.

- Cancel it. - He replies, a little astonished with everything that has happened. He gets up and grabs his things. - I'm going to London, I need to see my son. - He informs.

- But what about the Chinese? - He questions him.

- Cancel it! - I stop facing her and give the order.

- Is everything okay, sir? - Worried, she checks if she can help.

Passing her, still confused, he thinks: I'm not sure what happened and I'd rather not say. On the way, he asks her to contact his pilot to have his jet ready.

- I want my jet ready in 40 minutes, to London. - She doesn't question me anymore.

- Yes, sir. - She agrees and shuts up.

he hurries home, packs a small bag, and goes straight to the hangar.

As he gets into his jet, he talks to himself. I don't know if I'll be able to go through another bereavement. - Taking the flight, he blames himself. - Why wasn't I more insistent? I could have gone there, talked, and made up, I was irresponsible. Why didn't I do my role as a father correctly?

The flight is long and tense. When he arrives in London, he goes straight to Kamael's house.

He doesn't find anyone and goes straight to the nearest police station, identifying himself as Kamael's father, a friendly policeman gives him the terrible news of his son's death.

- I went myself to give the news to his wife. - He thought: so it's true, he really has a wife.

- Could you take me to the place where she is?

- Of course, I was very worried, she had a pressure increase when the body was recognized and she is in the central hospital. I can take you there. - Answering yes, we both go to the hospital.

The way is short, the policeman tries to distract him with some reports from the police station, just gossip. Still, his thoughts don't go out of focus. Now he has a daughter-in-law, he thinks: do I have grandchildren? How will their lives be since the company went bankrupt?

- Here we are. - The policeman takes him out of his reverie.

- May I see my son's body? - asks Bronck in a trembling voice as he enters the hospital.

- Yes, you are his father Mr. Mondova. - He solves all the release bureaucracy since his daughter-in-law was still under the influence of drugs.

The coroner takes him to the room where Kamael's body is and the shock is great. In his mind despair overwhelmed him like a black cloud and it was impossible not to cry, he cried for hours and blamed himself for not having looked for his son, even with everything he had told him twelve years ago. Bronck didn't want to have lost his only son this way.

He pulls himself together and the doctor leads him to his daughter-in-law. He freezes at the sight of a beautiful woman sleeping, he stares at her for a few minutes until the doctor comes back and invites him in for a conversation.

- Mr. Mondova, I know it's boring to talk about it, but the bill for this room hasn't been paid yet. - Bronck is shocked by the doctor's insensitivity and hands him his gold card.

- If you prefer, Doctor, please also give him the amount of your salary, since you are not sensitive to our loss.- Forgive me, I didn't mean to be invasive.

- You were not only invasive, but you were also unprofessional and unempathetic. I will be removing my daughter-in-law from this hospital immediately, and I will put a notice in the London newspaper saying that in this hospital you are after money and not after the feelings of your patients. Now get out of here! - I have already removed the sedative, she will wake up any moment now.

- I'll take good care of her.

The doctor leaves, and when he enters the room he realizes that she's already awake.