Layla's Seduction (FRS)

AWKWARD MOMENTS

It had been three days since George had seen Layla in that compromising position, and he had been struggling to be around her and finding it hard to get her out of his mind. Every time he looked at her, his automatically undressed her in his mind and was reminded of that night, which got him hard - and since he'd been home all day the past two days, he was around her nearly all the time, meaning he had to hide a boner from her all the time, making their interaction a bit..awkward.

It was as though she'd flipped a switch inside him, the tiniest things she did, got him hard, got his mind flying off to the dirty side instantly. He couldn't even give her the tiny peck on the lips he always gives her as a greeting gesture and before she goes to sleep, because he was afraid he'd suddenly lose it and pull her in for a very passionate kiss. It was hard, because he didn't want her near him, touching him, because he was afraid she'd get a glimpse of the bulge in his pants and think the worst of him.

Worst thing is, she didn't even know how much she affected him, she just continued to be her bubbly, touchy self , so it in turn, made him look not welcoming of her. He wasn't doing it on purpose, but every time she was around, he became very guarded and serious- faced and he saw it was beginning to affect her. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he didn't care for her, lacked interest in entertaining conversation with her, or he didn't want to touch her - but he just couldn't say it, it wasn't the most easiest thing to say. He couldn't just come up to hear and tell her to stop coming to the kitchen to eat breakfast in her very short shorts, in that sleeveless vest that showed the outline of her breast and n*****s,  he couldn't tell her to stop striding down the hallway in just her bra and panties when going to the shower.

He just couldn't. So he choose to suffer in silence, and in turn, unwittingly made her suffer as well.

Quite a long summer this was going to be!

Opening his laptop,  George ignored every thought of her, crossing his mind, and running all the way in his system, pumping too much blood to his d**k, and busied himself with checking the latest stock exchange commission report - but that distraction didn't last for long.

"Good morning dad, did you sleep well?" Layla walked into the kitchen, stretching out and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, before shuffling over to  him to give him the peck she always gave him. Leaning in, she saw her father tense up and smile nervously at her, before lightly touching her lips with his and quickly whipping his neck to the other direction as though she'd burned him.

"I had a good night's rest, what about you?" Her father asked in a deflated tone, that made her to start thinking she'd done something wrong.

What else could explain why he was being like this?

"Are you okay dad?" Layla asked, but she wasn't expecting the truth out of him, she already knew he was going to throw an unconvincing, "Yeah I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" At her. Honestly she was beginning to get tired of her father's sudden awkwardness towards her. Just yesterday, he pushed her away when she attempted to give him his good night kiss and reasoned that with saying she'd startled him, but she didn't buy it one bit. His behaviour really got to her. He had been avoiding her and she was beginning to feel unwanted- and it hurt her a lot, because she'd missed him so much and had been dreaming of the day she'd see him again for two years, and now that she was here, and she wanted to bond with him- he was acting like he had no interest in bonding with her. It hurt, a lot, knowing that the person she loved most in this world, didn't want her around.

It'd only been three days, yet she felt like a guest who's overstayed her welcome. It was the most terrible feeling.

"Are you okay honey? You've been staring at that bowl for quite a while now." He spoke up, snapping her out of her thoughts, it was surprising that he cared, it didn't seem like it these past days. Placing the bowl down on the countertop, she forced a small smile- now it was her turn to hide her true feelings.

"Yea, I'm okay, jus thinking of something." You know what made things worse?! He didn't even look at her when talking to her, he'd just mumble something directed to her, yet his eyes will be elsewhere. Such disregard. This was not the loving father she knew and spent every single night thinking about.

"Okay, as long as you're sure." George tried  to hide his awkwardness, his nervousness and sound as nonchalant as possible, he didn't want to do anything that would bring her over to him. He kept on skimming through the report, distracting himself from the temptation of taking a quick glance, which will turn into a long stare, of  his daughter's gorgeous  body.

Layla had had enough, she wanted to make him breakfast, but she couldn't spend one more second with him in the same room, otherwise she was going to burst into tears.  "I..I need to get something from my room, you can have breakfast without me." She dropped the apron to the floor and rushed out of the kitchen to her room. It hurt. It hurt too much. And being an emotional person, every feeling was just more amplified.

Fighting back the tears threatening to fall out, she reached for her phone and thought of calling her mom, but she knew, she'd never ever let her visit again if she got the tiniest hint that she was miserable staying with her father - and she didn't want that. She didn't want to spend another year or two without seeing him.

Sitting on her bed, she thought of how things were so different three days ago, how she was happy, how he was happy, of how loving and charismatic he was, how he was quick to take her back to the good old days in just a few hours, how he'd told her that she completed him, how she'd fell in love with him even more. It was hard to believe that all that had vanished in just three days, that all her happiness had morphed into misery. Maybe she wasn't what he needs in his life, like he'd said, maybe her being here, was placing his plans, his routine and life out of order. Maybe that's why she walked in on him having s*x with that woman her first night here- because he wasn't used to having someone around, he was used to it being just him and doing whatever he wants . She was irrelevant to that. All she wanted was to know that he loved her- it didn't have to be the way she loved him, she just wanted his love, any he was willing to offer. Sighing heavily- she knew the decision she had to make wasn't an easy one.

But what else could she do?

Layla out of side, George had moved to the lounge, after willing down his erection and had turned on the T.v. and relaxed on the couch. His eyes stared at the football match displaying on the tv screen, he wasn't even a fan of the sport and honestly didn't know what he was watching but he needed the distraction- something to keep his mind off Layla, to keep him from feeling things he shouldn't be feeling.

Just last night, he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her, and he'd almost convinced himself that he wants her.

He was insane. How can he want his daughter? He was honestly full of nonsense.

Seeing as watching tv wasn't helping anything, he was just about to stand up and pour himself a strong drink, when Layla walked into the lounge, wheeling in her suitcase with her, and a bag hanging from her shoulder.  Tears streamed down her face and it broke his   heart.

"Baby, what's the meaning of this?" George immediately got to his feet, terribly concerned, he knew it was his fault, he knew he was the one who pushed her to this point.

"Well..I've decide to..I'm leaving, a taxi is already there  outside waiting for me. "  Layla articulated between the soft sobs, really wishing it didn't have to come to this.

"Honey please don't leave." George pleaded with her, feeling like the most terrible father in the world. He'd invited her into his house, his home, just to starve her of attention, because of his twisted mind, how terrible is that! How had he proven Corrine right about Layla not going to last a week under his care?

He had to fix this.

"I have to leave..i can't..I can't stick around where I'm not wanted, I can see you don't need me at this point of your life..it's like you don't care or love me anymore." Finally getting that out of her chest, Layla held onto the suitcase handle. This was it. She wasn't going to let him convince her otherwise. Her leaving was what's best for everyone.

George had never heard such hard hitting words his entire life, is this what it feels like to be an asshole? "That's  not true honey, i do need you in my life, I've  always needed you in my life, I do care and love you very much, I would never stop caring for you, I love you more than anyone else in the world." He reached for her hand, just as she was about to leave and tried to reason with her. This was completely besides the point, he did love her, way more than he should. He'd been ignoring the feelings all these years, and seeing her like that, that night, just awoke what he thought he'd long buried. He did love her, so much that it cost him his marriage.

But she didn't know. And would never know. Because he was never going to tell her. He was going to take the secret to the grave. 

He said the words, genuinely, wholeheartedly and she believed him- but that didn't explain his behavior. "If you want me here, then why are you being so distant? Why have you been so uninterested? Why have you been acting so awkward around me?"

George sighed, his lips moving, but no words coming out, he'd never been good at lying, and couldn't lie himself out of this one.

"Thought so as well." Layla jerked her hand away from his hold and quickly headed to the front door, her father at her heels. Nothing was changing her mind. She was leaving and not coming back anytime soon.

"I saw you, I didn't mean to, I just stumbled upon you and.." Desperate, George blurted out as she reached for the door handle.

Layla spun on her heels, a look of confusion on her face. "Saw me doing what dad?" Oh god why did she ask! She really shouldn't have asked!

"I saw you.." George began, clearing his throat and gathering the courage..was he really going to do this?  "It was the night I was ..with Courtney, I heard the door close and..I came to check up on you..and when I got to your room..the door was a little open..so I saw you..pleasing yourself..and heard a few words as well." Immediately after the last word left his mouth, George felt like slapping himself into a coma.

Why?! Why did he just tell her?! Foolish! Foolish! He was a 43 year old man, but he was acting worse than a teenager! 

Of all things she expected to hear, that was the last, was not even on her mind.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Layla collapsed to the floor, right next to her large suitcase and started weeping with her face buried in her hands. She'd never been so embarrassed her entire life! Her and her father were not close to the point where they discussed the topic of s*x, she didn't even feel free telling him she had a boyfriend, because she felt that would be disrespecting him- and now not only did he know that she'd watched him f*****g that woman, not only had he seen her m**********g, he'd also possibly heard that she was thinking about him while getting off. So embarrassing. Layla wished the ground would just tear apart and swallow her - how the hell was she going to look at him in the eyes now?! What if he tells her mother? Oh she'd just die. This was by far, the most horrible day of her life!

Now he'd made her cry even more! Could he get anything right!

"I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't have told you." George kneeled down next to her, unsure of how to comfort and pacify her.

He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand seeing his little girl cry like this, it tore his heart apart.  He had to fix this. Had to make her feel better.

"I shouldn't have spied on you like I did that night, but I ..but I did." George confessed.

"I'm the one who should be feeling terrible, not you."

Layla raised her head from her hands and stared at her father with bloodshot eyes, a little bit confused. Why would he be feeling terrible yet she was the one caught in the unmentionable act? Why was he apologising? Why wasn't he angry or scolding her like she felt she deserved to be?  It didn't make any sense - he was being too lenient on her, the fact that he was actually apologising and rueful, didn't sit well with her -it's not how he'd normally react, normally, she should've at least gave her a mini lecture on privacy and for her not to peep on him again, or questioned her about what he heard. She knew that deep inside, he must be terribly disappointed at her, but didn't want to show it because, she was already crying and he didn't want to make her feel worse.

"I'm ..I'm so sorry dad, I didn't mean to peep on you and that woman..I heard some noises and i got curious..I am so sorry, I promise it won't happen again, please don't tell mom, please don't be mad at me."

George delicately pulled her head to his chest, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Guilt gnawed at his soul, he knew, that he too, wasn't innocent in all this.

"I won't tell your mother, please stop crying baby, I told you there's no need to apologise, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself, i should be the one who's sorry for …" He paused, taking a deep breath. Oh he knew he was going to regret it. Oh he was really going to regret this!

"Who should be sorry for..for..for having liked it, having liked watching you so much..for getting a massive erection every time I see you, every time you get near me, every time i catch a waft of your sweet scent, every time you touch me, hug me.. I am ashamed, but I  can't normally around you."

Layla tilted her head up and gazed at her father with wide eyes. Shocked. Tons of different emotions hit her all at once- NO she must have not heard right.

"What?!" The words quickly escaped her lips