The Hot Mom

CHAPTER 4

Juliana’s POV---

I rushed to the voice calling me after I changed into the pink dress. It was Roselin’s.

“ What took you so long dear? Is the Special Seafood soup ready? The dinner will be served now. And look at you ! You are not ready yet!” Roselin frowned looking at my wet hair.

“ Juli ! Why are you wearing my dress?” Tracy screamed.

“ Hush Tracy. No need to create a scene. What is so wrong if your cousin wore the dress. And Jul please go and change into your own gown which I have brought for you to wear.” Bella said in a firm voice.

“ Mom, will you do my hair?” I said in a mushy voice.

“ You go and get changed, I will be there in a minute. Let me direct the dinner arrangement first to the maids. It won’t be long.” Saying this mom turned towards the Kitchen and I walked to the stairs sighing.

I went inside my room on the first floor and took out my dress. I quickly got changed and waited for Mom to come. When she didn’t come for almost 10 minutes I walked to the living room to sit for a while beside the fireplace. It was much colder after the rain. As I crossed the sofa I saw the door to Mom’s bedroom. I thought she might be inside since it was shut and so I hurried my pace and entered the room.

I was surprised and confused to see a suit placed on the bed in the empty room. I was wondering where from the suit has come when a voice called from the bathroom. I turned to see a hand stretched outside the bathroom door wiggling the fingers as a man commanded loudly, “ Steve ! My suit please. I forgot to take it.”

I stood shocked not understanding who is the man and who is Steve!

“Steve ! Can you hear me? My suit please !” Again came his voice, followed by his mumbling, “ God! I think I have to come out myself to get the suit.”

Hearing this I blushed and immediately picked up the suit and handed over to him. I didn’t want to see him in whatever he was wearing which I am sure won’t be much of a clothing. While he took the suit from me, our fingers brushed and I felt an electric current flow through my skin. I pulled back my hand immediately and ran out of the room.

Neilson’s POV---

I took a long shower and dried myself up. I was feeling refreshed.  I need to get into my suit now and go for dinner. I opened the bathroom little and I extended my hands and called Steve for handing over my suit.

There was no reply.

“Steve ! Can you hear me? My suit please !” Again I called out and then I remembered he was outside and I muttered to myself may be a little loud and annoyed as I thought I have to step out in a towel at someone else’s bedroom, “ God! I think I have to come out myself to get the suit.”

I was about to retract my hand when my suit was handed over and as I took it, my fingers brushed with soft and fragile fingers and it was electrifying ! I closed the door and wondered how come my best bodyguard’s fingers be so delicate! Or was it someone else! I shook my head and put on my suit.

“ Boss! The dinner is served and you are being called for.” Steve knocked on the door.

I came out and asked him, “ Did you handover my suit?”

“ umm.. No boss! I thought you took it yourself.” he scratched his head in confusion.

We walked out heading down stairs when I inquired again, “ Where have you been ? And did someone come to the room?”

“ Sorry Boss! Big boss called and I had to go to the balcony as the network inside was poor. And no one came inside. I didn’t see anyone come.” He said with his head down.

We entered the Dining where dinner was served. Mr. and Mrs Lancers were sited with Tracy. As soon as I entered Tracy stood up and pulled me by my arm to the chair beside her. I was although irritated yet I sat without a word since I wanted to remain humble and not ruin the occasion. Steve sat beside me. Bella has joined and sat beside Roselin. There were two more chairs empty.

The maids were serving the food to us. I could see Bella little restless and looked towards the kitchen. After a while she stood up and said, “Excuse me please, I need to get my daughter for Dinner.” As she was about to leave, I heard that sweet voice from before , again, “Mom, sorry I got little occupied in the kitchen.”

 I was surprised and continued to hear her voice which was like some sweet music to my ears, without turning back. I was afraid that my expression would reflect my sudden interest in the lady, who called Mrs. Bella Lancer, ‘ MOM’.

“Thank you Emma. Now you all may go. Get the deserts once the main course is over. Sophie, you please stay back and serve us dinner.” She said kindly to the maids.

Now I have realised that she was Bella’s daughter, another Lancer lady.