Daddy

Fahmeen's POV:

It's been a couple of weeks since our first date. Since then, we've had more of our lessons. Rolf's been eager to have them at my house and so has my mother. They've developed a really cute bond, especially as he's become our fixer upper. My mum moves furniture a lot at home because she enjoys changing the look of the house. One time, he came in the middle of her doing so.

"Hey!" I smile as I open the door to reveal the professor on a much warmer Saturday morning. He smiles back and leans his arm on the door,
"Hey. Ready for some Shakespeare?" He looks insanely hot even if the sun is beaming behind him. February has been warm and even gives us days where the sun just shines - like today.
"Always am." I wink. He bites his lip seductively, checking me out but I raise my eyebrows in warning.

"Mum's right behind me." I whisper, moving away from the door.
"Come in!" She shouts half cheery and exhausted. Rolf finds her hauling one end of a sofa and immediately rushes over to help.
"Mrs. Mia, you should've waited for me." He bends at his knees and takes most of the weight so that my mother stands, sighing.
"It's alright Professor. I've been doing this my whole life."
Rolf politely smiles but he doesn't like that she's doing all this heavy work.

"Well now that I'm here don't worry about moving things around. Leave it to me."
Mum looks surprised, and we share a look of approval. She never relies on anyone but herself because of her past but, when someone offers so willingly, it's something.

"You can call me Susan." She says and a slow smile grows on Rolf's face and he looks towards me. My heart.

...

"You never speak about your dad."
We're in the study again and when Rolf suggested our lessons to increase to 4 hours, my mother was more than happy to accept.
I carry on looking at the words before me, thinking on how to approach the subject of my father.
"It's complicated."

No longer could I focus so I turn to him. He's searching for something in my eyes, worry and curiosity swirl in his.
"But I do want to tell you." I sigh, already tired of thinking about him.
"He doesn't live with us anymore. Growing up, he never cared for us, provided for us, when other kids would pick on me and my brother he'd take their side. That's the kind of father he was." I watch his reaction and Rolf reserves his judgement.

"He'd hit my mum when we were kids. The police came to our house loads of time but they never did anything. He always came back. She always forgave him."
He's tense and he grips onto his knees, digging his nails in. I cover his hand with mine, reassuring him I don't care much anymore. It's been too much for too long.

"Anyway, the older we got the more say we had in the house. For the family. Mum eventually understood she was a victim her entire life and ironically her work is helping people like her. She learnt about domestic violence for her work and she used it for herself. They separated and he got the house he always wanted. We moved here using the money from selling mum's share of the old house and the rest is history." I exhale hard, thinking about my father. Where he is. What's he doing.

Rolf doesn't say anything but let's me continue.
"I hate that I still think about him. Cause I know for a fact he doesn't think about us. Sometimes I even miss him, how crazy is that?"
Rolf pulls me into his arms and I start to cry. I snuggle deeper into his chest and he's wrapped his arms around me tight. I feel safe. A man has never made me feel safe before.

"It's always just been mum and us. She's had to protect us. Feed us. Do everything on her own. But with you... Rolf with you I feel protected." I'm looking into his eyes and I am surprised to see they're red. He brings his face close and leans his forehead on mine.
"I will always protect you. Do you understand me?"

I nod and kiss him. My tears slide down and I can taste its saltiness between our lips. I have this overwhelming feeling wash over me.
"I want to go back to yours tonight."

Rolf meets my eyes and understands what I'm saying.

I'm ready

Fahmeen's POV:

I said what I said and I'm not taking it back. I want it, I want him and I want him to have me completely. And it didn't help I'm stubborn as shit.

Our lesson ended and Rolf stayed for lunch as per usual, much to my mother's delight. She cooked one of my favourite dishes of hers; a rice dish with tender mutton pieces, flavoured with spices and sultanas.
"What is this called? It's incredible." Rolf shoves another forkful into his mouth, mesmerised by the food before him. He ghosted the kitchen whilst she cooked, studying her use of spices.

Looking pleased with herself, mum told him,
"Akni."
"Akni." He repeated, testing the new word on his tongue.
I was watching the scene unfold, butterflies in my stomach and heart full of love for the people around the table.
I ate what I could and settled for holding Rolf's hand under the table as he finished another round.

...

It was late afternoon and I asked if Georgia wanted to meet up. She told me she could for an hour only as she was going on a date with Aston.
"Oh my God! I knew it!" I'm beaming just having gotten out of the shower. Rolf already left and I was preparing myself for tonight.
"Yeah it's unreal. He's unreal. I didn't want to say anything yet but at least I can tell you properly when I see you."
We continue our conversation whilst I chose what to wear.

Before Rolf left he pulled me aside to say,
"Wear something you like and is comfortable. Don't worry about anything, all you have to do is let me pick you up and from there... it's a surprise."
I just nodded and he made sure I was okay. I kissed his cheek and sent him off with a smile.

I was dressed and went downstairs to let my mother know, well what she could know.
"I'm going to stay at Georgia's tonight. We're gonna meet up and go from there. Don't worry I'll text you constantly and don't worry about picking me up tomorrow."
She manages to understand my rushed proposal and she was fine with it.
"Just keep your phone on you."
"Of course!" I yell before closing the door behind me.

We meet at a burger place because me and Georgia love burgers.
"You look nice!" I say to her as we sit down in a booth. We get a good view of the busy high street and the pedestrians have of us.
"You too." She winks.

...

Our plates are cleaned off but we decline dessert,
"We have to leave something for our dates." Georgia has a cheeky grin and I love Aston's influence on her.
"Speaking of, you want me to tell your mum we're having a sleepover?"
"Mmhmm please? I've decided I'm going to..." I roll my eyes to the ceiling unsure of how to say it. But she catches on.
Georgia gasps,
"Ahh you're gonna do it do it?!"
I nod in confirmation and she's happy for me. She was a virgin too and we both were waiting for the right moment. We understood I've found mine.

"So you're still not gonna tell me who he is?" She gives me a sad puppy face. I bite my lip.
"No, I'm sorry Georgia. I can't. But I will eventually. I promise."
She nods resigned but I know she understands.
"Just be safe."

...

I'm walking down the street and round the corner where he said he'd meet me. And there he is, standing outside his car. He's wearing a white t shirt and light denim jeans. Once he sees me, he takes off his shades and pulls me away into an alleyway between shops.
His lips find mine in the dark and I sink into him.

"Mm." He sighs, leaning back and taking in my outfit.
"I love seeing your legs. Feeling them too." He strokes my sides down to my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him and take my time to check him out.

"Hi." I peck his lips.
"Hi." He chuckles. He's rubbing my thighs and kisses me again. It's soft and often. I feel him teasing me and I stop, biting my lip. He asks me once again.
"Are you ready?"