Tyler's pov
Did Charlotte actually talk to me when she asked me to unhook her bra? Oh, I forgot, she quickly clarified that she thought I was my daughter Ava. I can't imagine the feeling of removing her bra. It was a red bra! When she turned around, I saw her cleavage and how attractive her breasts looked. Stop! Stop! I don't want to think about it. It's beyond my reach. How could I even ask something like that from my daughter's friend? What if she tells Ava? How will I defend myself? I'll have no way out. But I can't help but imagine. Her voice was almost the same as that young lady at the hotel, even though they have different names. The girl at the hotel was called Susan. From the moment I heard Charlotte's voice, I thought she was the one. Maybe they are sisters? Yes! They had the same voice. Just as I was about to stand up from the couch in my room and pick up my phone from the bed, the phone started ringing. "Ava? Why is she calling me? I was with her in Charlotte's room before they left me there, and I came to my room after she finished talking to Charlotte. So I answered the call. "Hello Ava..." "Dad, please, I want you to keep Charlotte company in the kitchen. Mom sent me on an urgent errand. I'll be right back very soon. I just need to deliver a document and come back." "Okay, I wanted to call you before you called me. Does Charlotte have a twin sister?" "No, why are you asking?" Ava asked. "I think I've heard her voice somewhere I think." "Where?" "Ugh, never mind. My main concern was to find out if Charlotte has a twin sister or sister that has the same voice like her." "No, she doesn't." "Okay, please, she's in the kitchen right now." "No problem, I'm going there right away." Tyler ended the call. This means that human voices can sound very similar to each other. I can't even ask Charlotte if she was the one I met at the hotel. That conversation would get me into trouble, not just with my wife but with my precious daughter as well. I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize my relationship with Ava. Where would I even begin if I wanted to ask Charlotte if she was the girl from the hotel? That I met someone at a hotel after secretly signing up for a dating site, and she had a voice similar to hers. It will only get me into trouble. It was my first time trying it after Clement told me about it. The way he described it was so tempting, and he mentioned that younger women have firm breasts. That was what got me intrigued. I wanted to experience what he had been talking about, and on my first day, I met a young lady who was crying. Clement had taken his time to explain the whole process to me, and I acted as if I had been having encounters with multiple women when I was with Susan. I felt a sense of excitement as I left my room and headed to the kitchen to meet Charlotte. There were many interesting questions in my mind that I wanted to discuss with her, like her college days, hobbies, and the wildest fantasies she had ever had. As I descended the stairs, I approached the kitchen, subtly scanning my surroundings by tilting my head left and right. Trying to create a dramatic entrance, I stepped onto the floor with care, hoping to approach Charlotte without her noticing. With each step, the only sound I could hear was the gas burner. The young lady who was crying at the hotel had awakened a desire in me for younger women. I was certain that Charlotte had firm breasts. On her very first day, I had already caught a glimpse of them by accident. I gently grasped the doorknob, opening the door with care. Stepping into the kitchen, I carefully placed my right foot inside. As I entered halfway, the first person I saw was Blenda. I quickly made my way into the kitchen, and both of them turned to look at me. "Hi," Charlotte greeted me, and I smiled back, while Blenda returned her attention to what she was doing as if she didn't see me. What was I going to do now? I couldn't just come into the kitchen and leave without doing something meaningful. I thought Ava had asked me to come and keep Charlotte company. Did Ava also ask her mom to come and keep Charlotte company in the kitchen? "Hi," I waved my right hand at Charlotte and walked towards the left, where the coffee and tea cups were. I needed to do something sensible to avoid Blenda's sarcastic attitude. While I was still in the kitchen, Blenda kindly said to Charlotte, "How many times do I have to tell you to go to your room and relax? I'll prepare the meal. I didn't ask Ava to let you cook. You need to rest. Go to your room and relax while you wait for Ava." "Okay, I thought you needed help," Charlotte politely smiled. "Not today, Charlotte," Blenda added.I saw Charlotte stop what she was doing, go to the sink, and wash her hands. As she was about to leave the kitchen, I exited before her, holding a cup with three spoons of coffee but no water in it. I wished I could invite her to my room and have a conversation before Ava returned. The moment I laid eyes on Charlotte, the only thing that crossed my mind was to have my way with her from behind, either in her room or somewhere secluded. When I reached my room, I placed the cup of coffee on my table and left it there. That wasn't the reason why I went to the kitchen, and I became restless. How could I let go of this urge that was consuming me? Why was it that since I saw Charlotte, I had become fixated on younger women? I paced around my room, with both hands resting on my back, until I ended up near the window. After a few minutes, I realized that I hadn't checked my phone to see if the blind dating app had sent me the date to meet Susan. I walked over to the table, picked up my phone, and checked my inbox. When I opened it, the last message they had sent was still there: "Dear 305833, your pairing with Susan has been completed. Please wait for the appointed date." When will this appointed date come? It's been a week already, and they haven't sent me the date to meet my dear Susan. Not arranging another meeting with Susan after that night was a regretful decision. But if it weren't for Charlotte visiting Ava, I wouldn't be feeling this way. Should I message the app's help center to speed up the process? If I keep waiting like this, I won't know when I'll get to kiss Charlotte when we're alone, and that could seriously damage my relationship with my daughter if she finds out. After standing by the window for about five minutes, I thought that taking a cold shower might help me. I undressed and went into the bathroom to take my bath.*********************Author's pov Blenda was nearly finished with her cooking when she suddenly began pacing around the kitchen and tapping her fingers against the ceramic kitchen cabinet. "How much longer can I bear this? If this is a secret, I'll let it out before it destroys me. Why should I suffer in silence? I'm the only one who knows what I'm going through. Why can't I discuss it with my parents? They were the ones who encouraged me to enter this marriage. Or maybe I can confide in my best friend, Danielle?" she thought. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when Ava entered the kitchen. "Mum?" Ava touched her mom. "You startled me," Blenda responded, collecting herself as she turned towards Ava. "I've been here for the past two minutes, and you didn't notice. What's on your mind?" "This might be the right time to tell my daughter about my plans for tomorrow," Blenda's eyes darted from left to right. "What are you keeping from me?" Ava held her mom's right hand. "Nothing, but I'll be going to visit my parents tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" Ava interrupted. "When will you come back? Tomorrow is the first day of the picnic..." Before she could finish her sentence, Blenda embraced Ava to stop her from speaking. "Please don't do this to me. You know I'm the one organizing the picnic. That's why I invited my friend, Charlotte. What will I tell her?" Ava added. "Your dad doesn't love me anymore," Blenda patted her daughter's back. "My dad still loves you, a mere quarrel would not make him not love you." "How do you know that? I'm planning something unexpected, and I don't want you to panic or be surprised about it." "Mum, what is it?" Ava pulled away and looked into her mum's eyes. "Don't worry, your friend Charlotte will keep you company." "Mom, what are you trying to do that you're not telling me?"Charlotte's pov The next morning, I was in my room when Ava arrived. She knocked on the door, but before I could get up from the bed, she had already opened it because I hadn't locked it. I didn't see a reason to lock it, so she came straight to me. The first thing she did was sit on my bed and cover her face with her hands. "What's wrong?" I asked, sliding my legs off the bed and sitting down with her. Her facial expressions made it clear that she was very unhappy. "What's the matter?" I asked again, this time more gently, and gently removed her hands from her eyes. My first thought was about her parents, but I hadn't heard any of their voices during their quarrels. "My mum has left home," she said. "Where did she go?" I exclaimed.There was silence again, and Ava lowered her face to the floor. I tried to comfort her by resting her head on my shoulder and said, "She'll come back…" "I don't think so," Ava replied, not finishing her sentence. Suddenly, she stood up and st
Author's pov It was early in the morning when Blenda woke up, having made the decision to leave Tyler's house before she went to sleep. She packed a few of her clothes into a medium-sized handbag, ensuring that her daughter wouldn't see her as she left the house. After taking a bath and getting dressed, she was about to leave her room when she remembered she needed to leave a note for her daughter. Grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper, she wrote: "Dear Ava, with tears in my eyes, I write this to you. I thought I could endure what I've been going through, but today I reached my breaking point in my marriage to your dad. He used to be a precious gem to me, but now he's not the man I married. He's the reason I'm leaving this house. If he truly wants me, he should come after me and prove his love. I've endured enough, and it's time for your dad and me to separate. I miss you dearly, and I'll always keep in touch. This is the best decision for me. I love you, my pride." Blenda took th
Tyler's pov As Charlotte entered my room, I turned my gaze towards the door and my phone slipped from my hand. Luckily, it fell onto the bed, and she didn't notice the effect her presence had on me and my heart suddenly pounded. My mind was filled with various thoughts. Does she dress like this at home? Doesn't she realize how her stunning beauty affects me? Should I make a move on her? Is just the two of us at home. But the consequences could be severe now that my wife has left and Ava has promised to return to me later today. Why can't I control myself whenever I see her cleavage? She probably sees me as a father figure, so why can't I see her as my daughter? "Sir, how was your night?" Charlotte interrupted my thoughts, and I needed to shake off my sexual thoughts before I could respond. "What did you say?" I asked, my mind going blank. She came closer and repeated her question. "I said, sir, how was your night?" "Sir? No, call me by my name." I replied. "I feel uncomfor
Charlotte's pov Why does it always happen to me? Why is it that the person I love doesn't love me back? Tyler, whom I've secretly loved, has introduced me to his younger brother who I have ever met. When I think about what happened in Tyler's room, I feel unlovable. Initially, I thought he was falling for me. I could see it in his eyes and the way he looked at me. I didn't realize his intentions were deceptive. Was he showing me care just so I would agree to date his younger brother? I've decided not to date younger guys. I don't want to experience the same feelings I had for Harry. This feels like a heartbreak in secret, and this time, only I can understand and know what I've been through and there is no way I can explain this to Ava or any other person. Tyler didn't even chase after me when I left his room. He left me in pain to fend for myself. If he truly cared, he would have run after me and tried to make things right, especially since we were the only ones in the house. I wa
Author's pov The day became much brighter when Brenda left her parents' house to meet Danielle, her childhood friend whom she had always been close to. They had a great bond, which is why Brenda didn't hesitate to call her and knew that her spontaneous visit wouldn't upset Danielle. Brenda had one thing on her mind: being with Danielle would help ease her anxiety, and their conversations and laughter would provide comfort as it has always done. Danielle lived in her own house, so Brenda planned to spend one or two nights there before going to her own place. As Brenda arrived in front of Danielle's house, she honked her car horn twice before stepping out of the car. She rummaged through her handbag, knowing that Danielle had given her a spare key to enter her house when she wasn't around. Brenda thought Danielle might still be sleeping that morning and didn't want to disturb her. As she approached the front door, her hand found the silver key, and she confidently stood in front of
Author's pov Charlotte left the kitchen, still wearing the apron Tyler had given her, and made her way to the sitting room to open the door for Ava. As soon as Ava heard the key turning in the lock, she stopped knocking, and Charlotte was the one who grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. "Welcome, Ava," Charlotte greeted her with a light embrace. "Did you see your mom?" she asked. "No, but we talked on the phone. By the time I arrived at my grandparents' house, she had already left. But we had a conversation, and I felt somewhat satisfied with what she told me." Ava spoke impulsively, raising her voice as she noticed they were taking a while to stand in the sitting room. "I thought you were cooking. Won't it burn? Let's go to the kitchen." Unknowingly to Ava, her dad was the one cooking. They left the sitting room and headed to the kitchen. As soon as they entered, Ava was taken aback to see her dad wearing an apron and staring at something in the frying pan. "What? Dad?
Author's pov On the same day, Brenda visited her friend Danielle at noon. Luke drove his car and stopped in front of a bar. Still inside his car, he took out his phone and called Aiden, his closest friend. He was wearing strip sleeves and dark eyeglasses. "Hi Aiden, where are you?" Luke asked. "I'm already at the bar, talking to one of the female bartenders. Where are you?" Aiden replied. "I'm about to get out of my car." "Okay, I'm waiting," Aiden responded. As Luke stopped in front of the bar, a security guard assumed he didn't know where to park and approached his car. The uniformed man pointed to an available parking spot, indicating that Luke could park there. Luke followed the directions, parked his car, and got out. "Thanks!" Luke waved his right hand at the security guard and entered the bar. A few seconds later, he found Aiden. "Aiden..."Aiden turned and they shook hands. Aiden was already engrossed in a deep conversation with someone. "When are you closing?"
Charlotte's pov The moment I saw the message on the dating app saying, "Dear Susan, we apologize..." I immediately closed it. I knew something had gone terribly wrong. Those weren't the words they used in their initial message to me. Then It said, "Dear Susan, congratulations..." Changing "congratulations" to "apologies" indicated that there was a major twist from what I was expecting. My mind was flooded with thoughts. Did they reject my application? What went wrong? Did they pair me with an older man despite me specifying the serial number of the man I had initially met? Why did they break my heart? Does this mean I can't travel anymore? I couldn't just leave the dining table or retreat to my room while Ava and Tyler were waiting for me. However, I didn't want to read the message at the table. I didn't know how I would react. The message from the dating app felt like a romantic message from someone I deeply loved. Its content would have a profound impact on me, both emotionall