The end of a great evening

The meal went on for about two hours in all, including dessert then some more wine. Afterwards you were stuffed but content that the evening had gone well. I've not made myself look like an idiot in front of Matt's family, which is a good result to be fair. There's just the matter of Constance on your mind. But you don't really get chance to speak to Matt alone about it until dinner is finished and cleaned away. You offer to help with the dishes but you're turned down as they have a dish washer, of course they have.

You and Matt go up to his room and he can tell that you want to talk. "Sorry about my mum. She can be a real bitch sometimes. You've got nothing to worry about with Constance. Me and her are over, like properly over. My mum just wanted to throw you off."

"Well it worked pretty well. Who the hell is Constance and why didn't you tell me you had only recently broken up?"

"I know, I know, sorry Em." He sighs loudly and slumps on his bed. "Constance is a friend of the family. Her dad was a business partner of my dad's a few years ago. We are the same age so we used to hang out from time to time and then we started dating about a year ago. I thought I loved her....... but then last month she broke up with me. She just ended it like I was nothing to her. Said that she didn't want a long distance relationship when she left for London, and that was that."

"Jesus Matt. You really sould have told me this. Now it feel like you've been hiding it. You better not be using me as a distraction.... waiting until you can win your fucking posh bitch true love back!"

"Emily, no... it's not like that I swear. I'm over her. Honestly, the last few weeks all I've been able to think about is you." He gets up and walks over to you, then slowly reaches out to you.

You take his hand. "You best not be playing with me. I mean it." You embrace each other and you rest your head on his chest. "I'm trusting you Matt. I feel **** and I don't like it. I'm not one to trust easily. Don't you ever hurt me."

"I wont hurt you Emily. Who could hurt someone as beautiful as you." He finds your mouth and kisses you. You're more than happy to return the kiss with interest. God I want him so much.

After a few minutes of making out you tell him that you had to be getting home. You both go downstairs and Matt tries to call you a taxi. It seems to be a busy night and he is struggling to get one.

"I'll nip you back in the car" Paul says, after some time. "It won't take long and I could do with going over to the Office anyway. We've had some new staff and they've had trouble with the alarm today so I wanted to go and check it's all locked up propery. I'll drop you off on my way there."

"Tut, really Paul. Going into work at this time. And you've been drinking." Lydia grunts, visibly angry.

"I've only had a couple of glasses and that was hours ago now. And I won't be long. Hour tops. Plus we can't let young Emily here wait around all night for a taxi. Right. Emily, you ready?"

"Errr yeah?... If you're sure?... Thanks!". You catch Lydia giving you a deathly stare. Ohhhhh, I see. You're jealous aren't you? You're jealous that your son wants me. And now I think you're jealous that your husband might want me.? Well, I think I owe you some payback for earlier anyway bitch!

You take a sultry pose, slightly bending to the side and accentuating your gorgeously toned midriff as your top pulls up. "I can see where you learnt to be such a gentleman Matt. Your dad is definitely my knight in shining armour tonight! This damsel feels so lucky to have TWO handsom protectors."

Shit. If looks could kill....... I'd be fucking dead.