Recovery

Recovery
The ride back home had me full of wonders. The thoughts I gathered up in my head before the visit had been totally replaced with new curiosity. Why would my dad support Florence despite framing me and putting the company and family's name at risk? Why was my mom bent on me making peace with Florence? How did Florence maintain her cool composure after all she did? I was still asking the universe unanswered questions when I pull up by a busy road as my car had over heat. I wasn't more of a car expert so I just had to park, open the bonnet and decided to top up the water in the engine.
"Hey, you parked wrongly. Didn't you see my car?" A lady shouted as she walked elegantly in my direction.
"Pardon?"
"You heard me. I wonder how you got your licence. You should have checked properly before parking, young man." She pointed at her BMW beside my car. I didn't even notice it was there earlier.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see it there. I only stopped to check the car." I defended. She stopped shortly, took another closer look at me and my car interior, as if she was conducting and inspection.
"Wait.... Is this yours?" She pointed at my car. I gently closed the bonnet and went to the driver side of the car, where she stood.
"Yes, any problem with that?" I opened the door and went in. I wasn't ready to start a wealthy challenge or brag about a family fame that would be taunted if care wasn't taken.
"You really got taste. " she complimented.
"Thanks. Your SUV is also of high class. Once again, I'm sorry for blocking your way" I started the ignition and before I could hit reverse, her hand was stretching across my view. She was holding what looked like a card, maybe a business card. I took with my left hand and dropped it on the empty passenger seat beside me. I had no time for such ladies now.
Let's just say I still had haunting memories. I could still smell Evelyn's juices on me. Other times, it was her mom's. Trying to get the past months off my mind was harder than expected.
I got to my house finally, having to attend to the gate myself. The dead silence continued but I felt safe, knowing I wouldn't have issues with my mom anymore.
As the night drew nearer, rounding up another lonely day, I laid quietly on my bed, looking at the ceiling but all I could see were faces of the different ladies I had slept with. Sophia's face came up and I could hear her scream my name just the way she always do whenever I got to her g-spot. Oh how I missed her at that moment. Was she still working at the firm? Is yes, was it possible to reach her? Could it be possible to keep a clean relationship with her now after all the bizzare things we did together? How about Evelyn, was she really in love with me or was I just a tool for her pussy? What would happen to the workers in Lawson's house now? My life had really been messed up. In my dilemma state, I could see them filing up, as if waiting in queue to suck my dick. It may have been a dream as I awoken to a very strong borner. The timer on my phone indicated 3am then I knew I had fallen asleep thinking about them. I waited for minutes, hoping the erection could die down but it wasn't ready to step back and inch, it needed attention, a very urgent one. I haven't had sex or jerked off since my release and that night didn't want my celibacy to continue. I took that horny step and went to the my table side, brought out my lotion and added a portion unto my palm, laid down again and began stroking the rod gently with my eyes shut tight, envisioning my old memories. It was the exact relief needed.

"Hello mom, how's dad?" I called my mom the next morning to let her know I visited her step daughter.
"I'm good. You can call your father if you want to speak with him. How did it go with Florence?" She was straightforward and I didn't find it funny.
"She's good. I'm tired of being at home mom." I told her finally.
"I know. Nobody stopped you from going to work. You have an office but your libido won't let you concentrate on business. What do you want me to do now?" She asked.
"Can you help me talk to dad? I really don't know my stance anymore." I admitted.
"Your father already left everything in your care. Your name is on the documents. He hasn't changed anything." She told me.
"Does that mean I'm still in charge?"
"You are the CEO. You can't be sacked" she assured.
"But mom, are you still upset with me?"
"I wouldn't have returned the call if you weren't my son. I love you and you know that. Just be careful with ladies this time." She advised.
The call went on and on and I walked round the house as we spoke, it was as if my life was sprouting out again, I found myself leaning on the car I had used the previous day. After the call, I just stood there, smiling at myself, the energy of Steve was rebuilding. Just then, I remembered I had a note from the mysterious lady. I ran back to the house, got my keys and the note was right where I had dropped it. It was a short note that read "CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE AVAILABLE" followed by her contact number. She was game. I have fallen victim of arranged fun, I wouldn't go down same lane again, it was my turn to follow everyone with kiln wisdom. What could be lost more than already gone? If I had a company, maybe she would help with the borner I had the previous night. Without delay, I began dialing her number and she answered on the second ring.
"Hello, I'm Steve"
"Hi Steve... You kept me waiting for more than expected." She said, sounding very excited. Her excitement made me feel like my job was already half done.
"I'm sorry for keeping a damsel waiting. I forgot the note in my car. I hope I'm forgiven?" I asked.
"Not so fast handsome. You need to make an official apology." She laughed.
"Official? How do I do that?" I responded.
"I need to hear you say it to my face "
"Okay, deal. Whenever you're ready, I'm available." I told her.
"Whenever? What are you doing tonight? Or is your wife at home?" She asked sarcastically.
"Oh wife she said. I'm single for fuck sake"
"You ain't serious, are you? How could it be?"
"I'm so serious. Why?" I asked.
"Let's keep it till tonight. Are you in for a hangout? I promise I won't break your waist on the dancefloor afterwards." She said.
"I'm not really into night life. I'd prefer chilling at home" I responded. She was silent for some seconds and then she asked, "Do you stay alone?" I told her I was home alone for that night and she was very willing to come over. I sent her the address and we agreed to meet by six o'clock that evening. It has been a long time for me. I had to chill with someone and I needed that urgently. My bad, I hadn't asked her name, but it wasn't really a blind date, she had her figures in form and I knew if things went south, she would make my bed the next morning.