Games 003

Madison POV

I couldn't believe what I had done this morning, and the image was vividly clear in my mind. Thank goodness, Eva wasn't around. I don't think I could bear seeing her face.

I laid on my bed staring at the blank ceilings, trying to divert my mind, but nothing was working. I needed to go maybe to the mall this afternoon, but I was scared of running into Mr. Bank.

"You are such a fucking idiot Maddy," I mumured, fuck me, screw me. This was absolutely insane. But you know what? My fantasies were fulfilled.

I picked up my cellphone and dialed Eva number, I needed to talk to her about this.

She picked up at the third ring. "Uhm, Eva. Are you there?" I asked, but she didn't say anything. "Eva, don't play around. I have what to say to you."

After chuckling for some seconds, she finally said something, "Maddy, I'm here. Did you call to report the progress? Did you do it?"

That was a hard question. Did touching myself count as doing it? Should I tell her? Urggh, nevermind, I was going to say something anyways. "Eva, I.. well."

I never knew I was going to be this shy one day, I sighed trying to figure something but Eva beat me to it. "Well what..?. Well you masturbated in front of him?" I could feel her smirk over here.

"Eva!" I called out harshly, wasn't she embarrassed of saying that? "Did he tell you that?" Whose dad says these things to his kids?

"Obviously, or do you think I had a camera at the dinning room pick that up?" He even told her where it happened. This is so shameful. "Fool." She called out, maybe she could tell what I was thinking. "Anyway, make sure you guys commit more atrocities before the week runs out." She didn't even wait for me to counter her, she cut the call off.

I wasn't going to stay here hungry again, I put in my fluffy slippers a d walked out of my room, going down the stairs, Mr Bank was laying on the couch, he looked so young. If I didn't know he was Eva's father, I would had mistaken him to be in his maybe mid thirty.

"Hi." I greeted. He lifted his face from his cellphone and gave me his perfect smirk.

"Oh Maddy." Damn! My name rolled out of his lips perfectly, I could feel myself getting wet.

"Maddy pick a good time to be wet." I scolded at myself, "I want to prepare lunch, does Mr. Bank have anything in mind?" I gave him one of my cheekiest seductive smile.

"Sure, I have something in mind." He smirked. "How about eating something..." His eyes raked my whole body, I felt unconscious, then he continued. "Fresh or should I eat you?" Goddamn, his flirting skills looked like those of a youngsters.

"You must be kidding right?" I chuckled, though my mind raced from the thought of him doing that. "Do you mind eating spaghetti bolognese?"

"Sounds great." He smiled, I had to contain myself from tripping.

After setting the table for lunch, I called him for dinner and who knows he'll take a seat beside me. I don't trust myself, so I stood up and took a seat opposite him. "Do you like it?" I asked after he took a mouthful from the spaghetti.

"Yeah, I like it." He stared at me. Was he actually referring to me or the spaghetti? Nevermind, I could actually be crazy.

After minutes of eating in silence, I heard him chuckle, "Uhh, did something happen?" I placed my cutlery on the plate.

"No, there isn't. But you know you are actually cute, you eat messily." He chuckled, getting up from his seat, picking up a tissue and then wiping my lips.

Oops, why didn't he kiss the sauce out? "Thanks." I muttered.

"Should we have a drink, I mean ever since I returned home, I haven't had a drink."

Was he mentally unstable? This was afternoon and it means, I drinking in the afternoon will end up so drunk, and being drunk means that I'll do something wrong and then regret my actions. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why sweetheart? Actually, drinking in daytime is fun. Are you worried? You don't have to, I won't make you drink much." He said leaving the dinning.

I followed behind him in moderate steps, I was scared actually scared, I wouldn't lie. Mr. Bank took me to the roo, I guessed it was his private bar because I hadn't seen this room before, I stared at it in awe.

He pulled out a seat for me and I sat, then he turned to the store and pulled out a wine and two glasses. The wine looked nothing like ordinary, it looked like it was expensive which I knew it was.

He smiled at me, pulling the seal open, then he turned liquid on both glass, the handing me one.

I smiled at him muttering a thank you, before gulping it down. "Slowly, remember we just got here, so we don't want ourself getting drunk. Alright?"

I nodded at him, "don't worry, if two glass can't make me drunk, then it's definitely not one glass." I slurred. The alcohol was fruity that I asked myself why a beer could taste this good, not like ones I've tasted in bars that always burned down my throat.

"So, how did you meet Eva?" He asked in a seductive voice.

That was a funny question. Eva and I met when I was in college because of a guy at a bisexual club. The guy had planned on taking me home but Eva insisted he took her, and then we decided to make it a triple something, but we got ourself drunk and non of us was either taken.

What a shame! Not like I was going to tell him that. "Uhmm, that's a long story." I hissed as I took the glass of wine he had just poured down for me and gulped it in a go.

I could feel my cheeks turning red, my body felt hot as though it was in fire. I turned to smile at Mr. bank but he looked like they were two Mr. Bank. "Uhh, are you ok?" He asked.

I gave him the ok sign with my fingers smiling at him. I should really like stupid. The alcohol effect was kicking in so fast. "I think I should take a shower, I feel hot." I traced my hand down my boobs as I tried to pull my shirt off.