The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

~~THE NEXT DAY~~

Blake walked out of the hot shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water trickled down his hot and taut chest muscle down to his gorgeous eight pack muscles. His arms were big, strong and perfectly toned.

His drenched hair was pulled backwards and he looked just too hot. Too hot that he could make a woman wet at the mere sight of his lascivious body and before she knows it, touching him would be one beautiful desire, one lustful desire. Riri was in for one hell of a ride.

He took out his hair dryer and blew his hair dry and then he styled the hair casually into a tousled hair style giving him more of the bad boy look.

He picked out a grey T-shirt and donned it on along with a black jeans pants. He glaced at the mirror and pulled his lips into a smile. And as usual, he looked stunning.

He headed down the stairs to his enormous dining room where he met his best friend Liam and his sister Madison who was also Blake’s office Assistant seated.

“Happy birthday Blake!” Maddie giggled.

“You should call me sir. I’m your boss.” He rolled my eyes.

“That’s when we are in the office and this place doesn’t look like the office to you, does it sir?” She answered, sarcastically.

“Whatever!” He huffed.

“Good thing you’re here. We were just about to go get you.” Liam said taking his eyes off his phone.

“You slept like a log. Seems like you had a good day yesterday.” Maddie noted.

“He was with Ariana yesterday. How could his day not be good? Lover boy!” Liam smirked.

“Shut up, Liam,” he frowned. “Where is mom?”

“She’s in the kitchen.”

He was about to head into the kitchen when Emily walked into the dining room with a large casserole bowl in her hands.

“Here mom, let me help you carry this,” he offered.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” She politely declined his offer. It wasn’t even that heavy. That’s just how Blake was. He didn’t like his mom engaging in strenous activities or carrying really heavy stuff.

He was super protective of her and super paranoid. She wasn’t even that old, she was just forty nine but she looked a day older than twenty and yet he was already treating her like a frail old woman.

She dropped the bowl on the table and sat down.

“Why didn’t you guys help her out? You know how I feel about letting her do strenuous things.” Liam threw his hands dismissively in the air and simply ignored him. He knew it was of no use arguing with him. Blake was super crazy.

“They have been in the kitchen helping me ever since. I just asked them to leave besides cooking is not strenuous.” She shook her head in disbelief. Her son was being ridiculous!Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Now would you please sit your butt down and let’s eat our food in silence please?”

He mumbled an “Okay” and sat his butt down.

“Mom could we please not eat now? I’m actually expecting someone.” She uttered, nervously.

“And who could that be?” Blake questioned with arched brows.

“My boyfriend. Since mom and dad are on a vacation, I figured he should meet my second family and Blake please don’t make things hard for him. You always do that each time I bring a boy home.”

“I will try my best. Though I can’t promise you anything. If he’s good, I would accept him. All the other guys you brought were all dumb asses. If you had listened to me, they all wouldn’t have shattered your heart!”

“Yeah, whatever. Remind me to listen to you next time. It’s not like Ariana’s family made things hard for you.”

“Her mom didn’t. She accepted me whole heartily but it took her dad a while to finally accept me and he asked the most ridiculous questions. Like what was my occupation or what company I worked in? Where could an eight year old possibly work in?”

“And I was like sir I’m just eight!”

Emily chuckled. “Nate did ask silly questions. But you were even crazier. When we got home that day, Blake told me he had found a woman he was gonna get married to. I was bemused but I just shrugged it off as a joke. What could an eight year old possibly know about marriage? Not until the girl’s family came to the house days later and then I found out his supposed wife to be was just a few days old. It was crazy!”

“Yeah, Blake was really insane at the time. I was there and it felt rather odd. For what seemed like 20 minutes there was total silence. I had to excuse myself before I end up peeing on my pants!”

“That must have been a really really awkward situation.” Maddie burst into laughter.

“It was.”

“It’s not funny. I was really serious about her and I still am. Where is your supposed boyfriend? Doesn’t he know how to keep to time?” He questioned with a frown.

“He would be here any minute and stop being so grumpy. Be nice,” she reminded.

“Ever heard of the saying first impression matters? If he can be late to your date, it means he doesn’t worth your time.”

“Relax Blake. He could be stuck in traffic ot something. It’s no big deal. It’s not like you’ve never been late before,” she uttered with an eye roll.

“Never. I always keep to time and you know it and I dislike late coming. Plus it’s my birthday, I don’t know why we have to wait for some guy. And you also know I have to be at my fiancée’s party by eleven.” He said, checking his wristwatch. It was just 9am and there was still plenty of time to spare but he just wanted to bug her.

“You’re being way too strict. Try to loosen up a little.”

“Whatever!”

The door bell rang almost immediately and she squealed in excitement.

“That must be him!”

“Finally.” He growled, throwing his hands in the air. She dashed out of the dining room and rushed to get the door.

Immediately, she opened the door, she threw herself into his arms and then she showered his face with kisses till his face was covered in her red lipstick.

“I’m sorry I’m late, baby. My whiny sister wouldn’t let me be.”

“It’s alright. I understand. And please try to bear with me, my other brother can be super protective and super frustrating.”

“Whoa, I hope I don’t get eaten!” He joked, faking a scared look

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite. Come on, let me show you to the dining room.”

“Right behind you my lady.” He faked a french accent and they both ended up laughing.

“As you wish my good sir.”

“Let’s hurry to the dining room before your brother fries my ass!”