Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Instantly, Sophia‘s eyes widened in fright and she quickly asked, “Mom, where are you right now?” “I'm in the elevator.” “Mom, why didn’t you letknow that you were coming?!” “Why should I have to inform my own daughter before visiting her place? Hurry up and open the door.” “Ugh! Mom, hold on. | need to change.” Yet, Sophia did not even have tto put on her clothes as she hastily opened the door to rush out before twisting open the door to the other bedroom. She hurriedly pestered the man asleep in bed. “Arthur, get up right now! My mom's here. She cannot see you here!” “Huh?” He opened his eyes and as he sat up while the silken blanket slid off his chest.

All Sophia could see was his exposed chest and it remained glaringly in front of her eyes.

He studied her intently with an interesting glint in his eyes. She was currently dressed in a pink spaghetti strap nightgown and her captivating figure was entirely displayed before him. He could not help revealing a slight smile wittily. “I knew that you‘re a C cup!” At that point, she reached out and immediately covered his eyes as she retorted angrily, “Where are your roving eyes looking at?! Stop it!” Arthur could feel her soft hands covering his eyes. A man was usually most easily aroused in the morning, but she dared to touch him at that moment. He could smell the sweet scent of hers linger in his nostrils and it was quite a trigger to his sensations. Without a second word, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

He plopped backward, which resulted in her falling onto him with their chests pressing against each other.

“You... Arthur, let go of me.” It was then that a knock sounded on the door and Emma had arrived.

“My mom's here. You need to hide.” Sophia tugged his hand while her little hands were still lingering on his body as she was pushing him somewhere.

To that, Arthur immediately responded by panting hard, “Stop touching me!” “I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.” At that point, she was fairly anxious and frantic. She did not realize that she had touched him where she was not supposed to.

He noticed the bright-red flush on her face out of anxiety and he kindly uncovered the blanket to get out of bed.

He had spants on his lower torso and he grabbed the pajama top by the side to put on as he said, “Now, open the door.” “Not yet. | can't let my mom see you, otherwise we won't get to see each other again,” she replied.

“I have a way of making myself disappear.” Outside the door, Emma’s loud hollers rang out persistently, “Sophia. Sophia! Why aren‘t you answering the door?” “The wardrobe. Yes, that's right. I'm sorry, but you'll have to suffer for a moment.” Sophia pulled open the wardrobe and intended to get him to hide inside just like last time.

Arthur pushed her toward the door. “Got it. Ill stay hidden.” As Sophia heard the sound of the door shutting behind her, she thought to herself, He must have hidden inside the wardrobe, so I'll just have to keep Mom out of the guest room later on.

Emma, who was carrying a load of groceries with her outside the door, started to wonder, Why is Sophia taking so long to open the door even though she’s home? In the end, she could only knock on the door once again. “Sophia, open the door. What are you doing inside?” “I'm here!” At the moment, Sophia had an armful of Arthur's laundry in her arms as she collected them from the laundry line outside and headed toward her room. Subsequently, she bundled up everything and stuffed them into her wardrobe. She was just about to turn around and walk out of the master bedroom when she saw that she had dropped a pair of his underwear on the ground. Hastily, she grabbed it from the ground and stuffed it into her wardrobe before taking a deep breath. She took another look in the direction of the guest room and she reckoned that Arthur must have already hidden inside the wardrobe.

After taking forever, she finally yanked open the front door as Emma glanced at Sophia perplexedly and questioned, “What were you doing?” “I-1 just woke up.” Sophia purposely yawned and pretended to act sleepy.

“You little brat. Did you stay up the whole night again last night? Watch your health. Your body won't be able to take the stress from the lack of sleep. It's really bad for your body.” “I'm aware of that, Mom.” “I've bought you sbreakfast. Go ahead and have some,” said Emma as she started to tidy up the items on the table, diligently cleaning up the place for her daughter.

Originally, she and Drake had refused to allow Sophia to move out by herself, but after considering the fact that Sophia was a grown-up woman after all, it was normal for her to yearn for sprivacy. However, that did not stop her and Drake from worrying about their daughter constantly.

Emma started to tidy up the place and glanced in the direction of the door to the guest room. She suddenly realized that Sophia must not have gone inside the guest room to air out the room and the items inside, so there was a chance that there would be mold growth inside that room. After finishing her thought, she reached out and twisted the door knob to the guest room and pushed open the door.