Mathew

The thought of what I had done to Viola and how I had broken my best friend's trust by sleeping with his daughter left me feeling overwhelmed and unable to close my eyes for a single second.

Even more so, when I recall her final words before falling asleep, 'do you believe in love at first sight?' I feel even more compelled.

I was completely unable to think! I just wanted to undo all that had happened and put a stop to it as soon as she awoke from her sleep.

Though the sight of her lovely face as she slept in between my arms made me wonder why I hadn't fallen in love with her before and why I felt comfortable with Viola lying next to me?!

Yes, I used to despise sleeping close to any female companion. I was much too realistic to ever consider having sex... A couple of older individuals delight and fulfill each other in bed before saying farewell and seeing you later. Alternatively, they may never see one other again. That was absolutely not an issue.

But there's a problem with that: do I truly want to avoid seeing Viola ever again? And even if I did, would it be possible for our destiny to make it happen?

She was my best friend as well as my partner's kid, so our paths would certainly cross again at some point in the future. That was bound to happen sooner or later.

My mobile phone rang as I was fading out with my thoughts, and I immediately grabbed it in order to avoid disturbing Viola's deep sleep.

However, I was startled when I realized who was phoning me. fuck it! It was Alex, of course! I completely forgot to contact him.

To get away from Viola's "yeah, Alex," I dragged my feet out to the balcony and answered the phone. I made an effort not to shake.

"Hello there, Mathew. Is everything in working order? "he said apprehensively.

"Oh, absolutely! Sure...but why?" I asked Viola this question as she was sleeping naked with her lovely body next to me. Fuck it! My dick has become aroused once more. I groaned and reminded myself to regain my composure by snapping my fingers.

"Have you ever met Viola, Mathew? Why didn't you pick up the phone and call me?" Alex was the one who inquired.

I swallowed uncomfortably. "Oh, absolutely. And she is currently dozing. Don't be concerned. Everything had been resolved. She was completely innocent and done nothing wrong. Actually, there was a gay man who..." Alex cut me off in the middle of my explanation.

"We will talk about her later, rather than on the phone. But I wanted to express my gratitude to you for taking such good care of Viola. I hope she didn't get in the way of your tranquility." Alex spoke himself honestly.

I really wanted to tell him that I was the one who needed to apologize, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

I screamed out loud, "No, not in the least. Alex, pay attention... I'd like to ask you a question regarding Viola. She is eighteen years old. How did you do it..." I wasn't sure how to phrase my inquiry, but I think he figured out the rest of it.

He sighed, clearly depressed. "I was 14 years old at the time, and her mother looked just like me," he explained.

"If this is the case, it explains why you and her mother did not look after her and instead sent her to live with her grandmother. To be completely honest, I'm stunned! I hadn't even considered the possibility that you might abandon your own daughter in a facility such as a jail since she was two years old. What is your name?" I said, irritated by the overabundance of accusation in my voice.

"Mathew, please don't do it! Please don't think of me in the same way as Viola. She is under the impression that I despise her, but she is mistaken. At the very least, I should speak with you about this matter. I really apologize for not informing you sooner." He let out a sigh.

I laughed sarcastically. "Please accept my apologies! That is something you should say to your naive daughter!"

"Mathew, Mathew, Mathew! I tried numerous times to explain myself to her. She, on the other hand, didn't grasp it. Her mother and I were madly in love at the time. We decided to confront both my parents and her parents because she was extremely wealthy. They made an attempt to separate us. That's why we meant to go farther in order to force her to become pregnant, and yep, that's exactly what occurred. We, on the other hand, were completely unaware of the situation. She passed away when she was in the process of giving birth to Viola. And ever since then, I haven't been able to be a true father to her because I wanted to be able to provide her with all she requires. In addition, I couldn't visit her for the entire period because every time I saw her, I remembered her mother and felt guilty for having murdered her." He stated in hushed tones, tears in his eyes, that he had lost his voice. However, I could hear him weeping.

I cut him off in the middle of his sentence. I didn't want to put him through any more pain. "Alex, I get what you're saying. Don't be concerned about Viola. I will make certain that she is well taken care of. I'll do my best to explain everything to her, and she's a bright young lady. I'm confident that she will get the concept eventually. She simply requires more time, just as you do."

"Thank you so much, Mathew. It's time for me to leave. I do have a meeting scheduled. You may reach me at any moment."

And then he hung up, and I was left to ponder what I should have done in that situation. My duty is to stand by her side and to stand by the side of my closest friend, but if I become too engaged in that girl's life, it might have disastrous consequences, if not even fatal consequences. She had already dealt with a lot in her life.

I noticed her tossing and turning in her bed, and she was yawning. She shifted her hand next to her as if looking for me among the crowd. I moved closer to her, my gaze fixed on her, waiting for her to alter her posture.

Her gaze fell on mine, and she grinned, "Ah, you're awake?" she asked.

"We need to discuss," I declared emphatically.

She swallowed and cleared her throat. "Can you tell me what it is?"

"I can't take it any longer! We are unable to be together." I spoke it in a serious tone without even blinking as if there was no going back from that choice.

But, I suppose, I was too harsh and demanding, and the only one who would come to regret it was going to be me.