I was on my knees still gasping, wet and totally confused. Ready and willing when the door bell rang. Then came a loud knock, I froze.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
Then came a voice.
"Adela are you there? Please open the door."
It was my mom. Monica.
"Mom" I cough to clear my throat. "I'm coming." Mortified that she was here.
Darryl offered me his hand, his green eyes sympathetic. His hand clammy and slightly shaky. Sparks fizz between us from just this simple touch as he helped me to my feet. A curious look flits across his stunning face.
"Did you know that she was coming?"
"No" I confirm. Ironing out the wrinkles from my suit, running my fingers nervously through my hair.
"How do I look?"
"Beautiful" he says. That smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Adela" my mother called again. Boy was she annoying.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Her finger still on the buzzer.
Darryl shoved his hand in his trouser pockets as he shakes his head slightly, retreating backwards.
"Wait until you meet my parents."
Foster parents.
His life publicly known. His mother a dedicated mother and housewife. Only in the eyes of the public. His father an illustrious lawyer, until he committed a murder- suicide. After he found out his wife was having an affair with one of his clients.