"My Mother's Wife"
This story was inspired by an episode of "Magic City". It felt very sexy. It felt very Emaya.
I need to get this story out of my head so I can update the others. I just can't commit to updating weekly. I'm anxious to finish "The Neighbors" and "Soul Mates". It's just that when an idea consumes me I need to release it.
I hope you like it and I hope you won't be upset with me for not updating as quickly as the other Emaya fanfiction writers.
Rated M for Mature Content.
Chapter 1: Edgemont
Maya POV
My mother, Evangeline St. Germain, known to her family as Angel, is the majority shareholder of The Edgemont Resort Hotel. It's an enviable beachfront setting overlooking the Gulf of Mexico in the balmy Naples, Florida sun. A masterpiece really, with heated pools and couples chaise lounges on the beach; each with its own cabana equipped with, of course, a bed for relaxation in whatever means you desire. There are casual dining areas as well as formal ones. There are bars throughout the hotel, at poolside and on the beachfront. It tends to serve the upper class however I think many people just assume they couldn't afford a place such as The Edgemont to vacation. But with website deal making, The Edgemont, can be anyone's paradise.
There are 125 modern suites with a relaxed ambiance that can be felt around every corner of our ocean-side retreat, situated across seven miles of white-sand beach. Guests are offered a variety of water activities as well as a tranquil setting to soak up the sun and leave the stress of daily life behind. A stress that I can honestly say I feel I've taken on for them.
The Edgemont has an understated elegance that also extends to our indoor and outdoor event space with each offering a distinctive backdrop for intimate meetings and romantic beachfront weddings. With an unrivaled location, we make it easy to mix business with pleasure. But mostly it is our hope for everyone to have the opportunity to discover this enchanting Naples' retreat where casual luxury is a way of life.
The owner of this hotel, my mother, Angel, is a striking woman of Latin descent in her early forties with nary a wrinkle. With her olive skin, jet black hair and deep brown eyes, she can seduce anyone into her bed, which is exactly what she did with her latest conquest, her wife, Emily Fields…
My mother was married for a short time to my father, Michael, who she loved dearly but died unexpectedly in a plane crash. He was a handsome man with light brown skin, a dashing smile, and the kindest hazel eyes I've ever seen. His smile lit up the room and my heart.
He left behind three pretty amazing children too. My younger brother Will who just turned twenty-one and a spitting image of my dad; my little sister, Lily, who is fourteen and a spitting image of my mother; and of course, me, Maya, I'm twenty-five and I suppose I'm a spitting image of both of my parents. I have my mother's eyes and hair and my father's skin tone and smile with his lips, a full bottom one that drives 'em crazy!
As far as personalities go I would say that Will is a good boy, the boy you want to take home to your parents and Lily is somewhat spoiled but how can you blame her. She didn't get the chance to know our father as he died when she was only four years old. It's been ten years but it never actually feels that long. And, well, I'm the wild child. I partied a lot in college but luckily I got it together in the end. I have a degree in hotel management so one day I will own and operate The Edgemont though it doesn't quite feel the same without my father…
My parents met and fell in love at a very young age. They got married when they were eighteen and had me right away. They also inherited my grandparent's shares in this beautiful hotel, The Edgemont, from my father's side of the family. My mother now owns 51% of his family's shares. The other 49% is owned by an unknown investor who gave Angel the money she needed to renovate The Edgemont to its current glory. She really and truly loves this hotel, sometimes, I think, even more than she loves her own family…
Angel never ceases to amaze me as she suddenly decided that she loves women. I think her real reason for loving women is that she can never imagine loving another man. Michael was her heart and I think he still is. I think her wife, Emily, wants to believe that she is Angel's heart now and I think my mother wants to believe it too. But I feel like Emily knows in her head that she isn't or at least she's beginning to suspect that she isn't.
Emily and Angel met at a Casino in Las Vegas. Angel was at a convention for Hotel owners and Emily was the concierge where she was staying. They hit it off so well that Emily moved to Florida and they've been together ever since. They were married three months ago in Las Vegas because Florida has yet to legalize same sex marriage. They dated for about a year before that.
I was away in Europe finishing up my Master's Degree in Communications when Emily came to live at The Edgemont. The penthouse suite is theirs and my fourteen year old sister's. My brother and I have our own suites within the hotel.
Mine and Emily's paths don't cross much because I choose for them not to. My mother and father were so in love that I can't even fathom this relationship. But I must say I, too, can see how one might be mesmerized by Emily. She's an exotic Filipino woman with almond shaped eyes, a dark luscious mane, smooth succulent skin, long toned legs and a shy smile which surprises me about her. But I'm not into Emily in that way, mostly, because I was so upset with my mother for remarrying, even more so, for falling in love again. I just couldn't see past the ugliness of this union because of the betrayal I felt. So, I never really got to know Emily. She's a few years older than me, thirty is what I'm told but she doesn't look it, she looks closer to my age.
I can't help feeling the way I feel about this marriage. It doesn't feel right. I don't know if I'm upset because my mother chose to love again or because she chose to love again with a beautiful woman. Needless to say, I show up for family dinners and leave as quickly as I can. And maybe my mother takes that as me not being as welcoming as I should be…
Angel finds me lying on a couples chaise lounge alone.
"There you are Maya. I feel like you've been avoiding me ever since you got back from Europe."
I take off my sunglasses and place them on top of my head as she sits down next to me.
"I've just been busy."
"Yes, it looks like you've been busy," she pats the space between us.
I ignore her comment and say, "Mom, when you met dad and saw him for the first time what was that like? Was it that feeling like bang he's the one?"
I catch her off guard but she answers me anyway, "That came after. I think it worked up to that and more than I ever could've imagined."
"And Emily."
"That feeling you're talking about, that only happened with Emily. The first time I saw her I actually forgot how to breathe. Do you know that feeling?"
"No, I don't think I do."
"You're young Maya, you will. But in the meantime Emily means the world to me and I need you to make it work." She smiles and pats my leg, "And in that bikini, My, I'm sure you'll be turning a lot of heads. Who knows maybe you'll find your future husband right here at The Edgemont."
She gets her slender five foot four inch-self up and walks away leaving me to ponder what she just said. Husband? She knows I'm a lover of all species. Was that a slip up about me or a slip up about her?
I put my sunglasses back on and try to relax under the sun's rays but it's no use. I suppose I should get ready for my shift at the bar. I want to work and pouring drinks just happens to be a specialty of mine. Our best bartender quit so he can surf the world or whatever so I volunteered to help out until we could find an adequate replacement. And I guess this is as good a time as any to welcome Emily into the family…
I shower, flat iron my hair, put on minimal makeup with some extra lash length. My eyes tend to be my best feature. I moisturize my light brown skin, like my dad's, and put on the hotel bartending uniform. I choose the black form fitting pants accentuating my ass with a white button down, buttoned way down to my cleavage revealing a smidgen of my black lacy bra. It's not like I need the tips but if I can get a few extra bills for my co-workers, I'm glad to do it. And I like being sexy! Sexy enough to grab the attention of a potential suitor, or at least a descent lay!
I spritz on some perfume of jasmine and vanilla, slip on my low wedge black shoes and give one last check in the mirror. I decide to add stainless steel hoop earrings with a thick carved stainless steel band on my thumb of one hand and a black stone ring set in stainless steel on my index finger of the other. I check my cleavage and spritz a bit more perfume across the lacy crease…
The elevator door opens to the penthouse suite. I walk in calling for my mom figuring she would be there when I went up to talk to Emily but no one answers. I can see the curtain blowing in the breeze so I assume that they're sitting out on the balcony. I push the curtain away and I'm stunned into silence. My heart starts racing as I stand there motionless scanning up and down this incredible naked body that belongs to my mother's wife!
I shouldn't be doing this but I can't stop looking! She lies on her belly with her eyes closed keeping their almond shape; her lips look moist even lying in the sun pursed in such a way just waiting for another set of lips to brush against them. Her hair lies against her opposite shoulder with wisps caressing her cheek and the slight curve of her neck. I follow the outline of her spine leading to the sexy dimple below the small of her back. She has no tan lines. Her smooth shapely bottom makes me unwittingly lick my lips as my eyes grow heavy with lust or is it more than that? It feels like that feeling my mother was telling me about. I think I'm forgetting to breathe…
I've seen Emily before but never like this, never so vulnerable never so desirable as she is right at this moment, a moment I don't want to leave me. For the first time I'm seeing Emily. I never really realized how beautiful she truly is. I actually want to join her! I want to rip off my clothes and lie down next to her and I want to feel every curve of her body. I want her to want me to touch her. I want her to want to be with me...
But instead, I do the honorable thing; I close the curtain and rap my knuckles on the glass slider.
"Who is it?" she asks in a polite panic.
"Maya," I say looking down as she covers herself gracefully with her towel. "Is Angel here?"
"She's at a lunch meeting," I start to walk away but she insists that I stay. "Would you care for a drink? It will be our little secret. Angel thinks I'm hydrating with water but I like a little something stronger from time to time."
"That's your business but just water for me though, I need to be down at the bar soon," I smile accepting the bottle of water from the ice bucket. Her hand lingers around it as her eyes acknowledge my lacy cleavage. I cock an eyebrow and she lets go quickly. I think she surprised herself.
She clears her throat, "It should still be cold," she says pouring herself vodka on the rocks and taking quite a big sip.
I can't stay another second so I get up to leave and say, "If she calls, let her know I'm at the main bar." I'm kicking myself because I'm supposed to be welcoming her into the family with a bit more enthusiasm than I've been showing as of late.
"Maya?" she says so I stop and turn around looking at her without a smile in sight, "Is everything all right ya know, with the New Year's celebration tonight?"
"Why, what did she say?"
"She says what she always says, don't worry."
"Then don't," I turn my back to her pushing the curtain aside. "Emily, welcome to the family. I should've said it sooner. You make my mother really happy and that's all I want," I look over my shoulder and smile. But part of what I said is a lie. That's not all I want.
I watch her dip her head, tilting it to the side almost forgetting she's holding her towel up, grabbing it before she exposes her other side to me.
"Thank you Maya, that means a lot," again she smiles that shy smile and again I stop breathing. I nod my head and walk through the open slider door.
I manage to make it to the elevator but before I hit the button for the doors to open I stop. I see the image of Emily naked. I want to go back to her. I want to do things with her that I shouldn't be thinking.
It's not lust.
I'm going to be with my mother's wife…
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To Be Continued…
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