Love Finds A Way

by C. P. Watson

  LOVE FINDS A WAY

  C. P. WATSON

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  About The Author

  Books by the Author

  Copyright © 2019 by C.P. Watson

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or people, who are living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Disclaimer: The material in this book contains sexual content and is advised for those over the age of 18.

  PROLOGUE

  Oh my god, what happened to me? I place my hand against my forehead, as I sit up. Blinking a few times, I find myself in familiar surroundings—my room. Damn, I almost thought that I had a one night stand. Sighing, I turn to my side, only to realize that there’s someone beside me. Oh my fucking god! My eyes widen. Looking at the woman’s bare back, memories from the previous night begin to resurface. Shit.

  My head pounds, as I begin to panic. Did we have sex? I pull the sheet and notice that I’m completely naked, not to mention sore from the waist down, even my nipples are aching. God, how rough did it get? I look back at the smooth back of the woman that I definitely had sex with. I can’t see her face, but I remember those blue eyes that I kept staring into the night before.

  The girl then turns, and she’s naked too. Her hand brushes against my stomach, as she peacefully continues to sleep. My eyes travel from her youthful face, to the fullness of her breasts. Hell, I haven’t seen firm breasts like those since the nineties. I close my eyes to steady my breathing. I want to get up, but am afraid of waking her. Have I become a cougar?

  Dammit. My daughters will come over anytime soon. I can’t let them see her here. They’ll think I’ve gone insane. I think I’ve gone insane. I just slept with someone much younger than me, and it was good. Oh my god. As I think more and more about it, my cheeks heat up. The image of her freshly shaven pussy enters my mind, and I swallow. Fuck, I devoured this poor girl last night.

  How many times did she cum? I can’t remember. How many times did I cum? I place my hand over my vagina. I’m still wet even. My god, she’s young enough to be my daughter. I let a minor have her way with me! I cover my face with the palms of my hands.

  “You don’t seem too happy,” I hear her voice, the same voice that had me shuddering the entire night.

  She sits up, and I look at her. Her flat stomach makes my eyes wander where they shouldn't and she catches my stare. She smirks and raises a brow.

  “I, uh, sorry,” I mutter and force my eyes away. She stretches her hand to touch my arm and yawns.

  “It’s totally fine. But I can see that you want me to leave,” she doesn’t seem too offended. I rub my temple, as she gets up from the bed, the view of her round ass making my mouth become dry.

  “My daughters will be here soon,” I sigh and pull the sheet tighter around my naked body. She looks at me with a smile, as she grabs her clothing off of the floor.

  “Mary and Jane?” I nod. I told her about my kids? And she still slept with me? What’s wrong with her?

  “Yeah, how drunk did we get last night?” She giggles, as she stuffs her legs into her jeans. Where’s her panties? I look below her stomach, only to end up gulping. God, that’s a beautiful sight.

  “Not very, but you did drink a lot of wine. I’m pretty sure it's because you were nervous, you're still nervous,” she saunters over to me topless, and lifts my chin with her index finger, “you weren’t nervous by the end of the night when you brought me home,” my jaw almost drops, “thank you for a wonderful night,” she whispers, looking into my eyes. My body tenses up. Why is such a beautiful woman even giving me a second glance?

  “Yeah, uh, sure,” she quirks a brow and steps back.

  “You really have a problem with my age,” she narrows her eyes and grabs her crop top from the floor. I more than have a problem with your age!

  “You do know that I’m old enough to be your mother?” She sighs and nods.

  “Yeah, I do know that, Xiomara. But I don’t think you should compare yourself to the mother of the woman who you not too long ago slept with. I mean, you were pretty fascinated with my female anatomy just a few hours ago,” I gulp. Oh lord, she’s teasing me. I clear my throat.

  “I’m pretty sure I can say the same for you,” she shrugs with a grin.

  “I only sleep with women that I’m extremely attracted to,” she winks and slips on her jacket. I kinda miss her nakedness. Okay, I really miss it.

  “Oh uhhh…” did she just say that she’s extremely attracted to me?

  “Yes I did,” oh no, I said that out loud! “You're something else,” she shakes her head. Running her fingers through her hair, she grabs the rest of her things, “I’ll let you think about what you've done,” she smirks, “I have to get to work before I get fired,” she walks over to me again and leans forward, “don’t beat yourself up too much for sleeping with me. You can forget it ever happened if that makes you feel better,” she smiles weakly, making me feel guilty, “thanks for a wonderful time again.”

  “No problem,” is all I manage to say, as she caresses my cheek with the pad of her thumb.

  “And tell your kids not to send you on blind dates, you don't react well,” she giggles, as she leaves the room, making me think back to the previous night. As the front door shuts, her being completely gone, I lean back, and close my eyes.

  12 hours ago

  “I can’t believe they’re making me do this,” I fix my hair for the hundredth time that night and look at myself in the rearview mirror, “it’s just a date, Xiomara. You once liked dates.”

  I haven’t been having the best luck with dating lately. After my daughters decided to sign me up for a dating site, me reluctantly agreeing, they choose some woman for me to meet. They said that it would be spontaneous of me for once in my life.

  I don’t even know what she looks like, but I know that my daughters would choose someone appropriate. God, I hope they didn't set me up with a grandmother.

  Getting out of the car, I head into the restaurant and look around. We agreed to use a reservation, so a waiter or waitress will show me to the table where she is.

  I only see a couple in the restaurant, no one else. Realizing that I’m early, I grab a seat at the bar and order a drink.

  “Waiting for someone?” The bartender asks, and receives a nod. The orange and blue highlights in his hair, including the many piercings on his face, reminds me of my youngest son.

  “That obvious, huh?” He shrugs, looking around. I tap my fingers against the stem of my wine glass, as I look at the artwork lined off on the walls. It’s a great LGBT friendly restaurant and bar that I’m in, one that I’ve always loved to take my children to. How I ended up for a date at that same place? Well, I didn’t know where else to choose, and my daughters thought that it’s appropriate, in case the person I meet turns out to be a wacko.

  “You’re never here alone, so yeah, meeting someone?” He asks for confirmation.

  “Blind date actually, not my choice,” the bartender smiles and heads off to tend to another customer, while I sit in agony. What am I doing? I sh
ouldn’t be dating. I should be focusing on work, and my pregnant daughter. Fuck, I’m going to be a grandmother soon.

  I don’t even give a second glance to the tall brunette who walks past me beside a waiter, and toward a table. I look at the door with a heavy sigh. Where’s my frickin’ date?

  Finishing my glass of wine, I order another, and look over the unoccupied seats in the restaurant. When I notice the waiter walking over to me, I wonder if he knows where my date is.

  “Reservation for Xiomara?” I nod, “your date’s over there,” he points and I let out a deep breath. Without looking, I follow him, afraid to look at the person who I’ll share a table with. What if she’s not my type? What if she’s a big, old cunt?

  As I sit, I finally look into mesmerizing blue eyes. Fuck, am I at the wrong table?

  “Xiomara?” The young girl asks, making me involuntarily nod. I’m on a date with her? In what universe do my kids think this is appropriate?

  I place my wine glass and phone onto the table. If not anything else, she’s gorgeous. My eyes drop to her pink, puffy lips. Damn, those look succulent.

  The girl smiles and twirls her fingers around her own wine glass. At least she’s old enough to drink.

  “Yeah, you’re Bethany?” She nods, making me swallow. I’m like thrice your age! Okay, maybe not that much, but still!

  “You seem uncomfortable. Expected someone else?” I press my lips together, cursing myself under my breath.

  “Actually,” I close my eyes and take a deep inhale. This isn’t what I signed up for. I can’t go through with this. Opening my handbag, I grab my wallet and take out a fifty dollar bill, “I need to go.”

  I rest the money onto the table and get up, looking at her confused eyes. She probably thinks that I’m an asshole.

  “Okay?” I sense her confusion, but I can’t stay. Giving her a forced smile, I turn and head for the exit. If God’s looking down at me, he’s probably laughing.

  Getting into my car, I hold onto the steering wheel and lean my head against it. I just humiliated myself, didn’t I? I’m finally ready to give my daughters a peace of my mind on the way home, but can’t find my phone. Fuck, I left it on the table.

  Slamming my hand against the steering wheel, I groan and get out of my car. When I reenter the restaurant, the girl’s still there, and looking at me with my phone in her hand.

  I bite down on my bottom lip, and almost wobble over to her, my legs feeling like jelly. She’s too fucking beautiful to be on a date with me. I’ll just get my phone and run for the hills.

  “At least finish your drink,” her tone is so soft, as she places the phone in front of her. I look down at my phone on the table, unable to hold eye contact with her.

  “I really should go,” I explain, stretching for my phone, but she places her hand over it, stopping me.

  “It’s not a date unless you want it to be. We’re just two people having a drink, that’s all,” my eyes meet hers and I gulp. What’s she trying to achieve here? “Oh, come on, I don’t bite.”

  I slacken my shoulders in defeat, and sit down. She slides my phone over to me, and calls the waiter for another round. I don’t intend to drink the wine I left behind anyway.

  “Anything else?” The waiter asks, and I shake my head. He walks away, and she looks teasingly at me, or am I just delusional? Why would she look at me like that? I must be driving insane.

  “My age is on my profile,” she points out, making my eyes narrow. I’m going to give my daughters a lecture when they come over tomorrow.

  “Yeah, well, my kids might have handled all of that. I just showed up,” she smiles amusingly. She probably thinks that I’m weird already. Just send me away, beautiful girl. I probably am weirder than you think.

  “Kids, huh? How many?” I look at the glass of wine that the waiter rests in front of me. She isn’t running for the hills yet? I just told you that I’m a mother!

  “Four,” I answer with furrowed brows, “two girls and two boys,” I add, as I lace my fingers around the rim of my glass, trying to rid of all the thoughts inside of my head.

  “That’s nice. I have a two year old boy,” I take a prolonged sip of my wine, wondering if she’s bisexual or realized that she’s gay after the birth of her child, “he’s adopted.”

  Well, that doesn’t answer any of my questions. I take a deep breath, and seal my lips around the rim of my glass. The alcohol immediately rushes through my veins, easing some of my tension.

  “My kids aren’t adopted,” why does that sound harsh? Sometimes my tone is too serious.

  “I see. So you’ve been married or no?” I clear my throat, feeling anxiety rise within me at the thought of my ex-wife.

  “She and I parted nine years ago,” she looks at me in surprise, probably wondering who’s shaft gave me kids, “we used sperm donors.”

  She nods and runs the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. Holy shit, that’s so sexy. I wonder how her tongue would feel on my… no, Xiomara. No dirty thoughts, no matter how gorgeous she is.

  “Why did you get a divorce?” Now, that’s something that I will not talk about.

  “How old are you?” I divert the topic, not wanting to focus on myself. She leans back with her wine glass in hand.

  “How old are you, Xiomara?” She mimics, causing me to frown. Seriously, hun, I really want to know your age. Did I just refer to her sweetly in my mind? God, help me.

  “I asked first,” my answer makes her grin. Her perfect, white teeth makes my heart stop for a moment. Jesus, save me from embarrassing myself this precious night, because I feel as though every word that slips out of my mouth sounds foolish, “I’m old, too old,” I sigh and look down at the fifty dollar bill that’s still on the table.

  Scrunching up my nose, I bite down on the inside of my cheek and move my eyes over to her side of the table, only to see perfectly painted red nails. Wow, those are hot. Is she wearing fuck me heels tonight? I’m not sure, since I didn’t get a good look at her while she’s standing.

  “You’re too funny,” she stretches her hand over and lifts my chin with the arch of her index finger, causing a blush to immediately invade my cheeks, “tell me more about your kids then.”

  “Uh,” looking into her eyes makes me so anxious. I’ve never acted so shyly before. What’s wrong with me? I’m around young girls all day at work, what’s the difference here? Oh, right, I’m technically on a date with her, even though she said it doesn’t have to be one, “the eldest is married,” and pregnant, but I’ll leave that out, “she and her sister, who’s the youngest, just opened a bakery,” I smile proudly.

  “And the other two?” Her finger slips away, making my jaw drop. She giggles and tilts her head to the side, as I compose myself.

  “Both are in college. My youngest doesn’t want to,” and I’m not going to force her.

  “And their names? My son’s Blue,” Blue? Who names their kid after a color? I recite the name in my head a few times. It’s a pretty name though, especially for a little boy. I wonder what’s going to happen when he gets older. I doubt a teenager would want to be named Blue.

  “Mary, Jane, Ethan and Christopher,” why is she so interested in all of this?

  “Lovely names,” she comments, as she sips her wine. I lean back and take a breath, as my eyes travel over the slope of her neck. She’s model beautiful, and not just the skinny kind. She’s got the perfect appearance to go with it. Not much photoshop would be needed, “you’re staring, again.”

  The smile on her face makes my eyes widen. She’s noticed this entire time? And when I think I’m subtle about it.

  “Now, I’m truly horrified,” she winks and gets up.

  “I’ll be back,” she notifies, “don’t go running off again, okay?” I nod silently, as I watch her head to the ladies’ room. Is she doing this on purpose? So that I’ll see that she’s actually wearing those red heels! And she even has a nice ass to go with it.

  I sit back and place my hand o
ver my chest. I want to make a run for it, but something is stopping me. Maybe it’s guilt, or I actually am fascinated with her. Of course you’re fascinated with her, Xiomara. She’s young, hot and her personality isn’t too bad. She’s got the suave that has my skin tingling, including other places. I sigh and order another round for us. I then send a text to Mary, showing my outrage, before throwing my phone into my bag for the night.

  When Bethany gets back, my heart races. The crop top that she’s wearing is doing things to my body that I will not describe.

  “I ordered another round,” she sits and brushes her long hair behind her shoulders.

  “I’m glad you’re still here. Kinda expected you to disappear,” I frown, as she stares intently into my eyes. It makes me so self-conscious, that I have to look away, “hungry? I hear they have the best spaghetti and meatballs.”