Chapter 1 Fucking the deputy's mum 01

*Oscar Delaney*

I walked into the bar, the smell of whiskey and cigarette smoke filled the air. The energy inside was tangible. The low hum of conversation created an alluring atmosphere. Lethargy had pushed me to the brink of delirium. One more step and I'd have gone over the edge.

Coming to the bar had been on impulse and now I could see it was the right move. If I was lucky enough, I'd pick up a woman to fill up the recent void eating me away. With a quick scan of the room, my eyes landed on her. She was sitting alone at the end of the bar, sipping on her drink. She had to be the one. She looked enigmatic, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Confidence surged through my veins as I made my way toward her, my heart pounding with every step.

The sound of her laughter reached my ears, a melodious symphony that I yearned to be a part of. Her strong cheekbones and regal manner didn't fit in with the bar. She didn't belong there. She exuded an intoxicating aura. I decided then and there that I had to try my luck and strike up a conversation with this enchanting woman.

She was old enough to be my mother but she wasn't. So what? I found older women attractive. Here goes nothing... Making my way through the crowd, I approached the bar, taking a seat next to her. Offering a friendly smile, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way her lips curled up ever so slightly in response. Confidence surged through me as I ordered a whiskey, hoping to engage her in a conversation. She was just the kind of woman I was looking for. "Is this seat taken?" I asked, pointing to the stool next to her. She looked at me for a brief moment, her eyes locking onto mine, and replied in a seductive tone, "Not anymore." Her voice had a chorale that sent quivers down my spine. Without wasting any precious time, I decided to take the plunge, testing the waters of our chemistry. It's swim or drown after all... "Pardon my forwardness, but I couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled when you smile. They caught me off guard, you know," I said, yet the words felt like they stumbled out of my mouth. "What happens when I don't smile?" She asked leaning forever with her brows raised. "Still sparkles. Yep definitely." I nodded. Smiling, she leaned in closer, her intoxicating scent clouding my senses. "And what caught your eye, besides my sparkling eyes?" she teased, a glint of mischief in her gaze. I chuckled lightly, trying to regain my composure. "Well, aside from the obvious, there's an undeniable allure in the way you carry yourself. It's as if you have a secret, and I can't help but be drawn to mysteries." "That is shockingly accurate. Not bad." She smiled. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, with each passing exchange allowing our connection to grow deeper. We shared insights, our words dancing in a soft rhythm. As the night progressed, it seemed the intensity between us grew thicker, like an electric charge sparking with every subtle touch and lingering gaze. The drinks flowed, our inhibitions becoming blurred lines as we indulged in the thrill of this most exciting encounter. I was 100% sure I knew how the night was going to end. I could almost see her waking up in my bed. At one point, she leaned in, close enough for me to feel her warm breath against my ear. "You know, this might be a dangerous game we're playing," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. A shiver laced through my body as her words danced across my skin. At that moment, the connection between us became undeniable, with a magnetic force tugging us relentlessly closer. It was a game of temptation, neither of us willing to back down. "Sometimes," I answered, my voice barely a whisper, "danger is healthy. Haven't you heard that saying?" "What saying?" "Something about danger being a pathway to living." I shrugged. The alcohol in my system was making it hard to think. She giggled. "I see." With that, she smiled devilishly, intertwining her fingers with mine. As the night wore on, our conversation took a turn, evolving into the unspoken language of passion and longing. The conversation was no longer composed of just words, but of the silent symphony of desire. "This has been fun and all," she said, waving her hand at the barman. "But I have to go now." By her hurried movement, I could tell she was in a hurry. I could also see the numbers plummeting on the percentage of success I had anticipated in taking her back home. Do something... "Can I walk you or-" "It's fine. I got a car packed outside." She said with a smile that tightened my chest in a vice grip. She was slipping away from my fingers faster than sand on a beach. "Can I-" "Look," she got up. "It has been fun and all but I have to move on now." "But I thought we were having a connection," I said, grasping at straws. "You're young enough to be my son." Fuck... Her words clogged my mind completely. I tried to recover, to say something smart, something that would bring back my certain 100% but it was too late. It felt like a utility knife ripping through a sheet of paper. "Wait!" I scrambled from the stool. She stopped mid-stride, and turned halfway, staring back at me with impatience. "I didn't get your name." "That's because I never told you." I like her... She's as fierce as they come. "Please?" I said closing the distance between us. Her eyes glowed at me. She was infuriated by my guts but she liked it. I could tell through the smile playing at the edge of her lips. "Fine." She whispered into my ear. "I'm Joanne Matheus." *** Joanne Matheus Flirting with him had given me a taste of my youth and it was fun but there was no point in dragging it on. I moved away from him and made my way to the door. Ariel was waiting for me. Knowing her, she was seconds away from calling the FBI to update my name on the missing person's list. Ariel, my daughter, is all grown up now. It didn't change anything because she would always be the sweet little girl I raised her to be but somewhere along the line our roles had changed. The liquor in my system sharpened my wits. I found Davis's car where I packed it and drove the short distance back to the cabin. I planned on staying in town for a week and so far I had to say it's a pretty okay town. Ariel could do better though. "Mom!" Ariel rushed out of her seat immediately I walked in. I smiled. "Relax, honey. I just went to have a few drinks at the bar." "I was close to freaking out an hour ago but Davis reassured me you'd be fine." I mouthed a "thank you" to Davis. He was an okay guy. Ariel loved him which was all that matters anyway. "Joanne," Davis walked over to the chair. "There's this beach thing we have planned for tomorrow. We're hoping you wouldn't mind coming along. It beats sitting in her all day sulking." Well, I have my bar now so... "I'll think about it," I said, shrugging. Beach parties weren't my thing anymore. Maybe some years ago when I still had a killer figure worth showing off in a bikini. "Please, Mommy." Ariel moaned, making her voice exactly like it did when she was a child. Fuck! "Okay fine." I sighed. "You got me." Ariel's face lit up with an incredible smile. It still amazes me from time to time how a fuck up like me had managed to bring something so beautiful into this flawed world. She had taken most of Jeff's features except for her big brown eyes and smile; those were all me. The next day came faster than it should have. Davis wore a floral shirt with the buttons open just enough to reveal his hairy chest while Ariel put on a simple transparent dress that showed off her yellow two-piece bikini. A bold choice if you asked me. They were really into this beach stuff. The sun cast a dull glow across the beach as I sat there, my toes buried deep in the sand. The rhythmic crashing of waves provided a soothing melody, creating a peaceful ambiance that put my restless mind at ease. I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift away like the foam of the sea. It had been a while since I felt inner peace like this. I relaxed further into the comfort of it all. Lost in my world, I felt someone sit down next to me, their presence gentle and intriguing. My eyes fluttered open, meeting a pair of captivating hazel eyes that shimmered with mischief. It was him. The man from the previous night. Did he follow me here? That seemed unlikely. He had an energetic aura that took everything in his path inside it. It had been the same way when I had met him in a dimly lit bar and found myself drawn to his enigmatic charm. A warm smile played on his lips as if he had been waiting for this moment. "Fancy seeing you here," he said, his voice low and melodious, carried away by the salty breeze. "I hope I'm not intruding." His lightheartedness brought a sense of comfort, and I found myself cloning his smile. "Not at all," I replied, brushing my hair away from my face. "The beach is for anyone who seeks solace or so I heard." He chuckled, his eyes glinting with subtle amusement. "Solace, you say? Well, I suppose I'm in good company then." Fuck! Does he have a response to everything or what? Curiosity mingled with excitement as I tried to anticipate his motives for seeking me out. Was he simply drawn to the allure of a fleeting connection, or was there something more profound behind those captivating eyes? I was eager to find out. Or maybe he was one of those guys who got off fucking with an older woman. The warning lights went off at the back of my mind. We talked, and not eager to delve into personal details, I said less. He leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. "I have to admit, I didn't expect to see you again. Fate works in mysterious ways." My heart skipped a beat, uncertainty mingling with a budding sense of anticipation. I had sensed the instant connection the previous night, and now sitting next to him, listening to the soft cadence of his voice, it was becoming undeniable. "And what do you make of this so-called fate?" I asked, my voice barely audible but laced with undeniable intrigue. Be careful... He's dangerous. He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine as if he were contemplating his next move. "Maybe," he began softly, "fate intertwines our hearts when it recognizes something extraordinary." "Those eyes. They're unique and familiar at the same time." He mused for a while. "I can't seem to put a finger on it." I grinned. "You probably know my daughter- Ariel." "Whoa!" He gasped. "You're Ariel's mom." I nodded knowing I had just given him the one thing that would undeniably shift his attention elsewhere. It was for the best. Dammit... He's friggin' handsome! "I had no idea Ariel had such a beautiful mother." His eyes played a dance of seduction pulling into my soul. Fuck... He's not going to quit. His words warmed my insides and lit a raging fire within me all at once. This is madness! "Why me?" I heard myself say in a strained voice. A smile played on his lips. I wondered what Ariel would think if she saw me here talking to him. Flirting with him. "How about I answer your question tomorrow? I'll pick you up." Is he seriously planning to take me out on a date? He got up to leave and all I could do was stare at his wonderfully built body as it vanished along the other side of the beach. I never got his name.