Master of Lust

Chapter 236: Rick's affectionate father

Chapter - 236

Rick reluctantly came down first, taking a seat at the breakfast table. He glanced around, noticing the spread of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast. It was a hearty breakfast, and despite his frustration, his stomach grumbled.

He plastered on a casual smile, trying to mask his earlier frustration and excitement. His father was already seated at the table, sipping his coffee and looking up as Rick entered.

"Morning, Dad," Rick greeted, trying to sound nonchalant as he took a seat.

"Morning, Rick," Rick's father replied, eyeing his son curiously. "Where have you been? I was looking for you earlier."

Rick quickly concocted an excuse, hoping it sounded believable. "Oh, I just went out for a walk. Needed some fresh air, you know."

Rick's father raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "A walk, huh? Well, I am glad you are getting some exercise."

Before Rick could respond, Jemimah entered the kitchen, looking a bit flustered but managing a warm smile. She took a deep breath before entering the kitchen, trying to compose herself. She greeted them both and slid into a seat beside Rick.

She sneaked a quick glance at him, and their eyes met for a brief, electrifying moment before she turned her attention to the food on the table.

"Good morning, Jemimah," Rick's father greeted her warmly. "I hope you slept well."

"Morning, Mr Smith," Jemimah replied with a polite smile. "Yes... It was one of the best sleeps I have had. And thank you for this amazing breakfast."

"And..." Jemimah exclaimed, her eyes widening at the spread of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit. "You really didn't have to go through all this trouble. I could have made breakfast for everyone."

Rick's father waved her comment away with a smile. "Nonsense, it was no trouble at all. I enjoy cooking breakfast. Plus, it's nice to have a good meal with company. After you both have been working really hard."

Rick shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth, trying to avoid eye contact with his father. He hoped his dad wouldn't ask too many questions, but that hope was quickly dashed.

Jemimah said, trying to change the subject. "You really didn't have to go to so much trouble. I could have made breakfast for us."

Rick's father smiled, appreciating her kindness. "It is alright, Jemimah. I wanted to do it for you," he said, then hesitated for a moment before adding, "And I had to do it for Rick. It has been too long since we have had a nice, decent meal together."

Rick's father picked up a glass of orange juice and poured it for Jemimah, placing it in front of her with a smile. "Here you go, Jemimah. Enjoy."

In the kitchen, Rick's father was carefully pouring the watermelon juice into a glass jug. As he glanced back towards the dining area, he noticed something odd about Rick and Jemimah. They were sitting closer than usual, and there was a tension in the air that he couldn't quite place. His brow furrowed, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

He watched as Rick leaned in, his hand hidden under the table. Jemimah's face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, and she seemed to be breathing heavily.

Rick's father's grip on the jug tightened, the glass shaking slightly in his hand. He saw Rick's smirk and Jemimah's desperate attempts to maintain her composure, and understanding slowly dawned on him.

As Rick's father turned back to the counter, his movements were stiff and deliberate. A few drops of juice spilled from the jug onto the counter, but he paid them no mind. His thoughts were consumed by what he had just witnessed, and a mixture of emotions churned within him—anger, disappointment, and a deep sense of protectiveness towards Jemimah.

Back at the table, Rick's hand had slipped even further up Jemimah's shorts, his fingers now tantalizingly close to her most intimate area. Jemimah's body was on fire, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. She needed him to stop, but part of her didn't want him to.

"Rick," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "Please, we can't..."

Rick finally relented, sensing the depth of her distress. He withdrew his hand, giving her thigh a final, gentle squeeze before sitting back in his chair. "Alright, alright," he whispered, a hint of frustration in his voice. "We will finish this later."

Jemimah exhaled shakily, relief and residual arousal coursing through her. She shot Rick a grateful but stern look, then turned her attention back to her plate, trying to steady her breathing and calm her racing heart.

Meanwhile, Rick's father returned to the table with the jug of watermelon juice, his face carefully neutral. He poured a glass for Rick, setting it down in front of him with a forced smile. "Here you go, son. Your favorite."

"Thanks, Dad," Rick said, his voice a bit too casual as he took the glass.

Rick's father sat down, his eyes flicking between Rick and Jemimah. "So, Jemimah," he began, his tone deliberately light, "are you enjoying your breakfast?"

Jemimah nodded quickly, swallowing a bite of pancake. "Yes, Mr Smith. It is wonderful, thank you."

"I am glad," he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before turning back to Rick. "Rick why are you not drinking the juice?" Rick's father said, eyeing the juice in front of Rick.

"I made it specially for you."

"Huh..." Rick who was lost in his thoughts suddenly snapped out and looked at his father. His eyes serious. He looked at his father for a while before nodding at his father.

"I will have it now. Thanks, DAD!"

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