message. "You were surprisingly loud for someone who hardly raises her voice in this house", he said. I felt so embarrassed I didn't know how to respond . "How did I end up in my

eft all his texts on read. I was thought he was going to get the message but boy was I wrong. This guy can't take a hint. He came to my room and asked me what he did that made me avoid him. I stayed mute. He went on to explain to me how we could never be a thing because well, as we all know, I am basically his stepmother. He proceeded to pull me closer to himself and said, " that doesn't mean we have to stop." I could relate to how Kiana Ledé felt when she wrote the song "wicked games" as I gave in despite knowing how wrong it was. After that encounter, our "meetings" became a regular thing. He would avail himself to me whenever I needed him as I would whenever he needed me. Sometimes it was scheduled and other time I would find myself being guided by his hands on my hips to match his preferred pace as we listened to "under the influence" by Chris Brown, in his car. This continued for months and I was happy. I felt no guilt whatsoever for cheating on Paul with his own son. The heavens and the earth knows

my bed with a cup full of blea