Chapter 2. At the Dining Table

Shimma’s POV

At the dining table with my dad’s best friend, I couldn’t even say a word to Mr. Mattias. All I could think of was Blake having the guts to dump me for his ex-girlfriend. I felt a buzz in my pocket; it was from Blake.

I could feel my heart racing as I opened the message.

Blake: I’m sorry it had to end this way, Shimma. It’s not just about me; it’s about you. You weren’t just good in bed, and I got tired of it. Your pussy was too dry, and you couldn’t even ride me properly. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep suffering with you. Bye, Shimma.

Instantly, I dropped my phone on the dining table. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wiped them away as quickly as I could, but it was too late. Mr. Mattias had seen them.

Obviously, he could see me crying; he was sitting right across from me. There was no way he wouldn’t notice.

“Is it him?” He asked calmly.

Him? What did he mean? Did he hear me earlier?

“Who?” I sniffed back the rest of the tears.

“Shimma, you don’t have to pretend like you don’t know. Obviously, you’re crying, so now tell me, did that bastard just text you again?”

Damn! He was serious, or pissed rather.

Shit! He heard me yelling at Blake on the phone. There was no need to hide anything. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“That son of a bitch!” He cursed.

“Eat up and get a good night’s sleep, okay? That fool doesn’t deserve you anyway,” Mr. Mattias said.

Yes, those words lit me up a little, but were these words really coming from my uncle?

Getting a good night’s sleep was the exact opposite of my night. I cried my eyes out. Of course, I had just gotten dumped, and worse, he said it was my fault. Was I really that bad? Was my pussy really dry?

I traced my finger down to my pussy, digging my index finger into my entrance. I brought out my finger and rubbed it against my thumb. I could feel a slimy juice.

No! My pussy wasn’t dry!

I guess it wasn’t entirely me; rather, it was Blake. If only he had fucked me as hard as I imagined Mr. Mattias would, then I would get so slimy for him, just like I did any time Mr. Mattias came close to me.

The thought of Mr. Mattias crossed my mind, and I instantly felt horny again, or maybe I just wanted to forget Blake this time.

I dug my index finger back into my pussy, and I started moving it in a back-and-forth motion.

“Shit!” I gritted my teeth and used my other hand to pull up my sweatshirt. My free hand took hold of a nipple as I began to rub it.

“Arrghhh,” I moaned. “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, Mattias.”

I added one more finger into my pussy as I threw my head back in pleasure.

I was so carried away that I didn’t notice Mr. Mattias standing by the door.

“What are you doing, Shimma?”

I jerked in fear. My room was a bit dark, but from the lamp I had turned on earlier, he could see me perfectly.

“Why do you keep doing this to me, Shimma? Fuck! I’m trying to hold this in!”

He banged the door, and then he wasn’t there anymore.

I had paused in shock. My boobs were still sticking out from under my sweatshirt, and my hand was still buried in my pussy.

What was that?

Was he mad at me? Or was he aroused by it?

I woke up hearing my dad’s voice coming from the living room.

My experience with Mr. Mattias added to the confusion. How would he look at me after seeing me touching myself and screaming his name?

I was ashamed of myself.

I heard a knock on my door, and I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I didn’t know why, or maybe it was because I didn’t want to face Mr. Mattias. I couldn’t.

“Honey.”

It wasn’t Mattias. It was my dad.

“Dad,” I said, still pretending that I had just woken up to his voice.

I turned to see him next to me, and Mr. Mattias was standing by the door.

“I’m sorry you had to go through the stress. Mr. Mattias told me Blake left you to go home by yourself in the rain. Well, he deserves what he got,” my dad said, turning to glance at his best friend, and they both chuckled.

“What do you mean, Dad?” I frowned.

“I heard he got beaten up by some men. Maybe he got himself involved in trouble. Well, whoever beat him up did us a great favor.”

I turned to Mr. Mattias, who was still standing by the door. There was not a single expression on his face. There usually wasn’t.

Was it him?

No, he wouldn’t.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“You both should stay for breakfast,” Mr. Mattias said.

“Oh, Matt, you know I still have work to attend to at the office. I just need to drive Shimma home and then head back to the office. Thank you for yesterday, brother,” my dad said, then turned back to me.

“Get up, sleepyhead. Your mom is waiting for you at home. It’s the weekend. You don’t want to be late for shopping,” my dad smirked at me.

I loved my dad mostly for one thing: he never failed to spend on my mother and me. He would take us on lovely vacations, and despite both my parents being so busy, they still never made me feel lonely.

“Alright, I’ll be downstairs.”

My dad stood up and exited the room, but Mattias didn’t follow him.

What?

Mattias was now heading toward where I lay.

“Did you do it?” I asked him as I sat up.

“Do what?”

“Send some men to beat Blake up?”

“What made you think I would?” He said with a raised brow.

“About last night…” I said, looking downward.

“What happened last night?”

“You saw me…”

“Saw you do what?”