The Married Bachelor

His hands crawled up to her neck as he thrusted deeper into her - slowly.

Rhythmetical moans escaped her lips as her breath hitched and her eyes slid shut in ephemeral ecstasy.

"Oh, Jayceon" the name cut through from her lips.

Her both hands were wrapped around his back, pulling him closer to herself and making his chest touch her pointed bóobs. The feeling was stupendous; it was something Mila had always craved.

She bit her lower lip as Jayceon ate into the hollows of her neck. And finally, reaching climax, he pulled out of her and fell flat on the bed.

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The sun rays glinted on the window, it's reflection forcefully making it's way into the room and resting on the pretty face of the twenty-six year old lady, sleeping on the decrepit bed.

A discomforting moan left her soft pink lips as she flipped over to back the sun's reflection, but she could still feel the heat. And angrily, she sat up and pulled the window curtains down in one swift move.

"Damn it!" She cursed under her breath, brushing her palms through her face.

That was the disadvantage of not having an electric fan. They had to keep the windows open through the night.

She exhaled deeply and ran her wobbly eyes round the stuffy mediocre room. Her clothes were sprewn on the floor which reminded her of the previous night.

Oh, Jayceon.... She blushed as she thought of him.

Suddenly, she heard the creaky sound of the knob turning and something in her guts told her it was Ryan.

Quickly, she lifted the duvet up to her chest level and just then, the door went open with the six year old boy, running in.

"Mum..."

"My goodness; Ryan!" She gasped in fear.

"Why didn't you knock before coming in?"

"Oh! I'm sorry about that, mum. I just wanted to show you the new art I made" the young kid said ecstatically as he budged towards his mother with the book in his hand.

Mila was still holding the duvet to her nàked chest.

"Uh....Tell you what? Why don't you just wait in the shade for me? I'll be out in a minute". She tucked her hair behind her ear, using her left hand.

"Okay, mum. I'll be waiting!" He let out a smile that was a replica of his father's and scurried out of the room.

Mila released the breath she had been stalling and leaned her back against the wall. That was so close!

She smiled and left the bed, taking her clothes from the floor and putting them on. She dashed into the bathroom for a quick fresh-up and on her way to the door, took her eyes round the room again.

Urgh! It definitely needed to be tended to - the bed, the floor, the curtains, wardrobe, scanty makeup table.... She'd definitely do that soonest.

She left the room and walked pass her son's room, then the empty room before getting to the sitting room where she met him. He was backing her and seemed busy as he cleaned the faulty TV - which he was taking for sale that morning.

Mila wasn't putting on footwears and tiptoed towards his direction. Then, getting close enough, she tickled his ribs and hugged him before he'd turn to have a look.

"Got ya!" She laughed playfully, hugging him from behind.

She could barely wrap her hands completely around his broad chest.

"Hey... Look who's up already" Jayceon chuckled as he turned around and hugged her properly.

They unlocked and followed it up with a snogging kiss.

"Is it just my eyes, or you're looking prettier this morning?" Jayceon whispered into her ears as he pulled her by the waist.

He bit her earlobe and licked it up.

"Oh! Jayceon, stop it!" Mila laughed and wriggled out of his arms, unable to endure the tingling sensations he passed through.

Jayceon also laughed and caught her by the waist again, pulling her close. Since she was putting on a crop top - which was her favorite kind of dress - Jayceon's hands were easily touching her bare skin.

"So, how's my wife doing today?" He asked, staring into her small, round face.

"I'm great! And how's my husband doing today?" She reciprocated, staring into those gray, monolid eyes of his.

"Oh! Well, I was feeling a little bit sad a minute ago; but suddenly,an angel appeared to me and made it all better".

"Hmm. Care to show me where this angel went? Cause I'd very much love see her". Mila teased.

"Well...." Jayceon clicked his tongue.

"I think she's standing right in front of me".

And the duo bursted into a minor laughter.

"Your hair is a mess, you know?" Jayceon chaffed.

"Yeah, I know. You made sure of that last night" Mila rolled her eyes.

Jayceon moved his hands from her waist, upto her cheeks and kissed her slowly.

Her lips has always tasted better - soft, juicy and and tempting. He enjoyed waggling his tongue with hers and sucking all the essence of her lips; it gave him shivers no one else could.

"Mum?" They heard the familiar voice call ironically and quickly unlocked to see their little boy leaning on the door and staring at them.

"Hey, R...Ryan....For how long have you been standing there?" Mila stuttered nervously, moving her hair backwards as she took some steps away from Jayceon.

"Long enough to hear dad calling you an angel" Ryan answered sarcastically and Mila threw a *we're dead* glance at Jayceon before going forward to meet the kid.

"I thought we've talked about spying, honey?" She cooed as she walked closer to him.

"Well, I wasn't spying. I was just...."

"Whatever. Come on; let's go" she held his hand and led him out of the sitting room, going out to the shade where she perceived he must had been.

The shade was Ryan's favorite spot as it had a table and comfortable chair where he could use to study. He said it made him feel like he was in a classroom.

"So, where's the art you said you wanted to show me?" Mila asked as she scoured her eyes through the various scattered books on the table.

Ryan picked up one of the books and showed a page to her.

"Here" he showed the picture to her.

Mila's jaws dropped open in shock as she stared at the incredible picture in her hand. What??

"Who drew this, Ryan?" She asked, her voice echoing with disbelief.

"Who else, mum? Me,of course!" Ryan jumped in excitement.

"My goodness!"

It was a picture of a man, woman and boy, sitting by a beach. Although, it was un-painted and the faces not clear, Jessa could tell it had to do with her, Jayceon and Ryan.

"This is too beautiful, son" she looked at him with so much passion.

Her heart cracked up, recalling he'd dropped out of school. Unfortunately, he was asked to leave school since they had been unable to pay his fees for three sessions. The principal had showed enough mercy already and had to kick him out. But, hopefully, he'd be back by next session.

"Come here. You know mummy loves you a lot, right?" She crouched to his height and played with his hair.

"I know. And I love you too, mummy". His sweet voice replied.

Mila blushed in a smile and pecked his cheek, then gave him a tight hug afterwards.

"Mm-mm. Not that I intend breaking this lovely mother-and-son bond, but I really do need a word with you, Miss Thompson". A croaky voice polluted the atmosphere and made Mila pull away from her son.

Seriously? What a perfect time to ruin the moment.

She stood upright and turned to face the old man with his never-changing hat on his head.

"Mr Pablo!" She feigned a smile, going closer to him.

He was standing in the open, dressed in his leather trouser and coat. Approaching seventy, but still looked fifty-five.

"Isn't it a pleasure to have you here at our home today?"

"Hold the pleasantries, Mila. I'm not here for that. Where's your husband?" He asked grumpily and Jayceon stepped out of the house immediately, holding a dusty napkin.

"Mr Pablo. Good.....".

"Mr Jayceon; you told me you'd be coming to see me three days ago and I was kinda wondering if you got stuck in traffic". The old man cut him off.

He really looked impatient.

"Uh...." Jayceon hung the napkin over his shoulder.

"I.... actually had a change of plans and decided to come in...."

"I've had enough of your excuses, Mr Jayceon" he cut him off again.

"If you don't come over to pay up your rent in three days time, I promise you, I'll be back here with boys to throw you out before locking my doors and getting my damn keys!" His voice could only sound croaky when he tried yelling.

What?

"Hey-hey. Come on, Mr Pablo; it hasn't gotten to...."

"Well, it has gotten to that, Jayceon" he cut in.

"I've had it up to the neck".

"Hold on, Mr Pablo; I really think you should calm down" Mila chipped in.

"I mean, you don't need to come here, yelling over a house that's almost sinking into the ground. You should be grateful someone is here to maintain it for you as I'm pretty sure this is one of the oldest houses here in Florida"

The old man looked at her in shock.

"You little rat! How dare you say that to me?" He gritted.

"Little?" Mila scoffed, pointing to her chest.

"Well, at least I'm not as old as your hat".

"Mila!" Jayceon whispered huskily and gave her a pinch.

She was getting them into more trouble.

"I won't be here to warn you again, you shameless couple!" The old man rasped.

"What am I saying? You're not even married" he huffed.

"Anyway, three days is all you have. Three days,or you're out of here".

And with that, he turned around and left.