Later that day, after we had concluded our shopping. On our way back home, Ace suggested we stop at one of his friends' houses before heading to ours. I was confused at first as to why he wanted us to make that stop. I hesitated a bit until I told the driver to do as Ace had said. A few minutes later, we arrived at one of Ace's friends' houses. He was also a senior at school. Michael. I recognized him. He played football with Ace. Also, I forgot to mention that Ace was a football captain at school. 

Michael welcomed us into the house. Served us some chilled lemonade as we made ourselves comfortable in his living room. Michael's parent had traveled out of the country for their weekend couple getaway, leaving Michael home alone with his six-year-old brother, Robin. 

"Hey, man. What's up?" Michael said as he shook hands with Ace. "Who's the pretty lady with you today?" 

I smiled. "I'm-" 

"He wasn't you, was he?" Ace cut in, turning to me with a smirk on his face. "This is Sabrina." 

"Oh!" Michael smiled. "Don't tell me it's the same Sabrina from school that you've always had your eyes on-" 

"W-woah..." Ace coughed. "Easy, Michael. We don't want to spill the history of my existence now, do we?" 

Michael laughed. "I'm sorry." He turned to me with an easy smile. "Well, hello, Sabrina. Just make yourself comfortable, okay. Any friend of Ace is a friend of mine." 

"No, thank you," Ace said. "She's mine alone." 

I laughed softly, watching Ace and Michael have a back-and-forth. Ace gently reached out to me while talking to his friend. He must've noticed how quiet and left out I was in their conversation. So, he grabbed hold of me gently, pulling my hand to his leg as he shifted closer to me. His knee brushed mine. 

When their little argument died down, Michael turned away as he continued to play the video game he was playing before we came in. 

Ace turned to me, his face barely inches away from mine. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I smiled. "I'm fine. I'm just wondering what we're doing here." 

He cleared his throat. "Well, you see," he turned away, chuckling before looking back at me. "I'm still thinking about what we did at the fitting room, and I was hoping that maybe... we could finish it here before heading back home." 

He grabbed my palm and slid it down his bulging dick. I could feel it throbbing in my palm even through the fabric of his trousers. 

He played with my hair with his other free hand as he smirked. Bit his lower lip and kissed me on the cheek before whispering in my ear. 

"I made you cum, now it's your turn." 

I was loving just how naughty Ace was. He was everything I imagined he would be, and we were doing everything I dreamed of. 

"Why didn't you tell Michael I was your stepmom now?" I asked softly. 

He laughed softly. "That's not his business. Besides, I know you didn't have a choice in the decision of being with my dad." 

"How do you mean?" 

"I know of the arrangement. I overheard him talking with someone on the phone once, and he mentioned something about a debt being paid by him taking someone as his wife. Then you came along. I knew. It all made sense." 

Yes, it all made sense. 

"Or are you in love with my dad?" he asked. 

"Of course not," I answered quickly. "I don't at all." 

He smiled. "Then there's no need for me to go around introducing you to people as my stepmom." 

"You're right," I murmured. 

We became silent for a few seconds, but Ace broke the silence with a kiss. Michael had set up a game station in his living room. He had a headset on as he played, sitting in a chair in front of us. I watched him play until Ace, with his hand, gently turned my face to his direction and kissed me. 

It was soft at first, but then our tongues locked, and we were devouring each other's faces. Ace slowly pulled me on top of him. I was straddling him. One of his hands was on my back, rubbing me gently while pressing me harder into him. The other hand was on my ass cheek, pressing and squeezing it. 

I pulled away from the kiss. "What about Michael?" I asked. 

"Don't worry about him," he whispered. "Whenever he's like this with his game, he never looks away until you break his attention by calling his name or touching him." 

"Oh!" 

"Yeah." Ace kissed me again, gently on the lips. "Don't worry about him." 

I changed into one of the dresses that Ace picked for me before we left our last shop. So, it was easier for him to get his naughty fingers under my dress, slip my panties, and play with my clit. 

I grabbed Ace by his shirt as the kiss deepened. My hands found the button of his trousers as I released his throbbing cock from its cage. Precum dripped from it. His dick was so massive in my arms. I could feel the veins. 

He lifted me gently and rubbed his dick on my pussy, letting my juices plaster his hard dick. Then, he slipped it inside gently as soft moans escaped both our lips. 

"Yes, fuck," he whispered. "Oh, my goodness, you feel so good." 

I smiled. "Thanks." 

"Am I your first?" he whispered. 

He was the first person to actually fuck me, but he wasn't my first sex. Those nights I fantasized about him, I fucked myself with a toy. Even though I wasn't a virgin before now, Ace was my first. 

"Yes," I answered with a smile as I rocked his dick. 

He bit my nipple through the fabric, lifted me a little so he could take control. Then, he began fucking me. He thrusted harder and faster as my body weakened. My head fell to his shoulder, and my arms wrapped around his neck. 

We fucked in that position for a while. Ace's cock felt so good I couldn't stop dripping. He fucked me until we both cummed. Ace quickly pulled out, cumming on the floor while I melted on his body, breathing hard. 

Just as Ace said, Michael's eyes were still locked on his game. I went to use the restroom, cleaning myself up while Ace cleaned both our cum on the floor. After everything, we rested together for a while before Ace tapped Michael on the shoulder, telling him we were leaving. 

We bid our goodbyes and left. A few minutes later, the driver parked in front of the house, and Ace and I walked into the house. A few maids had helped take my bags up to my room. 

Mr. Scott walked in just as Ace and I entered the house. Ace said hi to his dad and walked past him while I remained standing as Mr. Scott walked over to me, smiling. He cupped my face, lifted my chin. 

"Did you get everything you wanted?" he asked. 

"Yes, I did," I answered. 

"That's good," he smiled. "You may go, I'll see you later." 

I smiled and walked past him slowly while I stood, watching me leave. But then, he stopped me. 

"Sabrina?" 

"Yes," I answered, turning to him. 

He walked over to me, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and lifted it a bit. "What's this stain?" he asked. 

I looked over, and my goodness, I almost fell to the floor. It was Ace's cum. I didn't clean it up because I didn't know I had a little stain there. But now, Mr. Scott had seen it, and he might recognize what it was. 

"What is this?" he asked again.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Mr. Scott asked. 

But before I could speak, Ace rushed down the stairs and walked toward us. 

"Oh my goodness," he said softly. "I am so sorry, Sabrina." 

"What are you apologizing for?" Mr. Scott asked. "What have you done this time?" 

"I spilled my yoghurt on her by mistake," he answered. "I didn't know I did at first, but hearing you ask what the stain on her dress was, I just knew it was the yoghurt." 

"Oh really?" Mr. Scot asked, but I wasn't sure he was convinced yet. So, I jumped in. 

"Don't worry about it, Ace. It's alright. I know you didn't mean to." I smiled. 

"Really?" Ace asked, his eyes were soft, it was impossible not to fall for his lie. 

"Yes, sure," I nodded softly, smiling. 

Ace turned and left again. As I was about to walk out as well, Mr. Scott grabbed hold of me gently. 

"Did Ace do anything to you while you both went out?" he asked in a firm tone. 

I froze. "No... not at all. The only thing he did was spill yoghurt on me, which he did by accident." 

He nodded his head. "That's alright then. I'll be going out right now. I was supposed to leave, but I waited for you to return first. So, take care of yourself. Feel free to explore the estate. I'll see you when I get back." 

"Sure, of course." After replying, I turned to walk away, thinking the conversation was over. But he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me closer to him. 

"Leaving without giving me a kiss?" he smirked. 

"Uhm..." I swallowed. My body trembled as he wrapped his hands around my waist, holding me tighter to his body. His face got closer to mine as he spoke in a soft tone. 

"Well, can I at least kiss you?" 

I swallowed hard. My lips parted, but no words came out. But then, without hesitating, Mr. Scott leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips softly. His lips were as soft as Ace's, but there was something in his kiss that I didn't feel when Ace and I kissed. Maybe it was because I actually liked Ace. 

He pulled away gently. "Okay, then. I'll see you later," he smiled as he walked out of the house. 

I turned to walk up the stairs, but on seeing Mary standing with her eyes locked on me, I froze. 

"Are you okay? Mary?" I called out gently. 

She exhaled softly. "Of course, Sabrina. I'm alright. I saw the bags in your room, so I'm guessing you had a blast, right?" 

"Yes," I smiled. "I have never been to so many stores in my life. It was hard deciding on what to buy and what not to buy." 

She chuckled. "Guess, you'll get used to it someday." 

"I hope so," I smiled and then rushed up to my room. 

I remained locked in my room for a long time. I didn't know what else to do, and the realization that Ace, someone I've been dreaming of being with, f*ck*d me in his friends' place. It was so thrilling. I loved every minute of it. But I know I can't make it a habit, because it was wrong. If Mr. Scott, my husband, should find out about what happened, I might be in serious trouble. And he might hurt my mom because of it. 

I knew I had to control my urge around Ace and get myself together. If anything, I should try to get to know Mr. Scott. That way, I'll distract myself from Ace. 

But for how long? 

* * * 

A few hours later, a sharp knock on the door woke me up from a sleep I didn't  

know I had fallen deep into.  

"Who is it?" I called, rubbing my eyes softly.  

"It's Mary."  

I got off the bed and opened the door. Mary walked in. "You need to get dressed immediately. Mr. Scott has asked that you join him at the Crescent Restaurant. The driver is already waiting for you."  

"Right now?'  

"Yes. Right now." She left the room right after answering.  

Well, if I were going to get to know Mr. Scott better, this seems like a good opportunity. So, I went to get changed.  

* * *  

The driver pulled into the valet circle of the restaurant. My heart kicked up as the door was opened for me, and I stepped out. Inside, the restaurant was dimly lit. The place felt intimate and smelled faintly of rose and wine. But then I saw him.  

Mr. Scott stood near a reserved corner table, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other lifting a glass of wine. I almost faltered in my steps. But then, he smiled softly. 

"Beautiful," he murmured as I approached. He pulled out the chair beside him. "I was wondering how long you'd keep me waiting." 

"I came as fast as I could," I replied, sliding into the seat. "Mary insisted I change into something appropriate." 

His gaze trailed down my figure, then flicked back up to my face. "Remind me to thank Mary later." 

I swallowed, trying to hide how warm his words made me feel. 

The waiter arrived almost instantly, pouring me a glass of red wine and presenting the menu. But Mr. Scott waved it off. "No menu tonight. I've taken the liberty of ordering for both of us. I hope you don't mind." 

I raised a brow. "So, I don't get a choice?" 

"You'll find I have excellent judgment," he said, his lips curving in a smirk. "Besides, I want you to enjoy the night without having to think too much. Just... indulge me." 

I settled back into my chair. "Alright then. Surprise me." 

"Good girl," he said softly, almost under his breath. 

The waiter disappeared, leaving us in the warm cocoon of music. Mr. Scott turned his body toward me, resting an elbow on the table, his other hand brushing lightly over me. 

'So, Sabrina," he said. "Tell me something I don't know about you." 

I laughed nervously, twisting the stem of my glass. "First of all, I've never drunk alcohol." 

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. You're of legal age and you can drink, but still... that's up to you." 

I smiled. "So, what then do you want to know about me?" 

"What makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. Or what you dreamed about when you were little. Or what you'd do if the whole world was yours for a day." 

I blinked. I hadn't expected him to ask something so... gently. 

"Well..." I paused, sipping my wine. "When I was little, I always wanted to be a dancer. I'd sneak into my mom's room and spin around until I fell." 

He chuckled. "A dancer. I can see it. The way you carry yourself. You've got grace. Even when you're nervous." 

"I'm not nervous," I said quickly. 

His thumb stroked the back of my hand again. "You are. Your pulse gives you away." 

Heat crept up my neck, but I couldn't look away from his eyes. 

"What about you?" I asked, hoping to shift the focus. "What did you dream of being as a child?" 

He leaned back, smiling faintly. "A pilot," he confessed. "I wanted to fly planes. But my father had other plans." 

I tilted my head. "And you listened?" 

"I did," he admitted. "If I hadn't, I might not have ended up here, with you." 

I looked down, flustered, only for him to tilt my chin back up gently with two fingers. 

"Don't look away when I'm speaking to you," he said softly. 

Our food arrived. Steaming plates of roasted duck with wild mushrooms and creamy risotto. Mr. Scott slicked into his meal, then cut a small piece and held it toward me with his fork. 

"Try it," he said. 

I hesitated, then leaned forward, tasting it directly from his hand. 

"Well?" 

I smiled. "Okay. You were right. Excellent judgment." 

"Always," he teased, his hand brushing my knee beneath the table. Just a soft touch, enough to make me shift in my seat. 

We ate slowly. I found myself leaning closer without realizing it, his hand now resting more on mine, thumb tracing circles on my skin. 

"You're not what I expected," I admitted quietly. 

"What did you expect?" 

"A controlling husband who wouldn't bother to ask me what I wanted. Someone cold and detached." 

"And what am I instead?" 

"Someone..." I hesitated. "Someone soft." 

He said nothing for a few seconds, then he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered. "That's just for you." 

I shivered, goosebumps racing down my arms. I met his gaze, heart pounding, and for a moment, I felt like we were alone in the world. 

After dessert, the bill came. It was handled discreetly. He rose and offered me his hand. I took it, and he helped me to my feet. As we walked out together, his palm lingered against the small of my back. For a moment, it worked. I was distracted from my feelings for Ace. 

But looking into Mr. Scott's eyes, I knew I wanted to know more.