My Doctor And My Ex Seduce Me With Their Feet | How To Be A Trophy Husband Ch. 4

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My eyes snapped up, past the older woman to see Amanda, the same age, the same height, with the same hair and the same clothing, all as before, carrying a drink holder and a brown paper bag.

She met my eyes, saw my terrified expression, and gestured her head towards the bathroom. I slid away from the other woman sideways, and quickly went into the bathroom and shut the door. My heart was pumping faster than ever, and I rushed to put on my shorts and t-shirt. I took a few deep breaths and willed my erection to go down.

I was not successful.

I was already taking too long, so I decided to just bite the bullet and go back outside. I left the bathroom and heard Amanda talking.

“Well, how about a proper introduction, then.” She snorted.

When she saw me she gestured to me.

“This is my fiancée, Mark. Mark-“ She gestured back over to the woman. “This is my mother, Elizabeth.”

I walked over to her mom and extended my hand, my face cherry red with embarrassment.

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” She swooned.

“Call me Beth.” She said and shook my hand, smiling.

“Hmm. Strong hands. My daughter chose well.”

I laughed nervously as I pulled my hand away.

“You’re scaring him.” Amanda said.

“What is he, a baby bird?” Beth looked at her daughter.

Amanda shrugged. “He’s vulnerable with me.”

“Aw.” Beth smiled back at me. “Have you collared him yet?”

“No, mother.” Amanda sighed. “Not every man needs to be collared.”

“I beg to differ.” Beth replied.

“He wants my initial tattooed on his ring finger, I think that supersedes a collar.” Amanda reasoned.

“Oh!” Beth exclaimed, more than satisfied.

I raised my hand, not knowing what else to do.

“I- I- uh- don’t think I would mind a collar, too.” I quipped.

Both Amanda’s and Beth’s smoldering eyes snapped to mine, and my body shrunk, but my cock grew.

Ohhhh good lord. I might pass out.

Amanda noticed my panic, and graciously diffused the situation.

“Let’s eat, he looks ready to collapse. He’s already had an-” She licked her luscious lips.

“Eventful morning.”

Beth licked her lips. “I’m sure every morning is an event with him.”

I flushed and stared at the ground, but Beth disengaged and helped her daughter with the drinks and food. Amanda had got my coffee order, along with hers and Beth’s. She also got us breakfast bacon croissants.

Amanda picked mine out of the bag and handed it to me, along with my coffee, then gestured for me to sit in the chair. She and her mother sat on the hospital bed and ate their food while I ate mine awkwardly, feeling more out of place than ever.

“Your cock must be massive to make my daughter want to remarry.” Beth quipped.

I sharply inhaled the bite of food in my mouth and began choking. I doubled over, coughing violently, my face red and hot. Amanda jumped off the bed, ran over to the chair, and began slapping my back hard.

After a few hits, I expelled the half-chewed food onto my lap and took a heaving breath.

“Can you stop?” Amanda angrily snapped at her mom.

Beth raised her hands in defense, her face worried. “I’m sorry.”

I breathed shakily, took a napoleon, and cleaned up what I had coughed out.

“It’s okay.” I said weakly. “I guess I’m big, but I wouldn’t say massive.” I chuckled weakly.

Amanda kissed the top of my head. “You okay?”

I nodded, and she sat back down next to Beth.

I saw Beth shrug her shoulders and nod.

“He’s more than enough for me. Often too much, in fact.” Amanda stated.

“Is that why you keep the little Kiya girl around?” Beth asked.

“No offense.” She looked between Amanda and I.

Amanda smiled. “Kiya is a darling, and much, much more than a plaything. We’re all going to raise her and Mark’s child together.”

“Aw.” Beth cooed. “Are you an only child as well, Mark?”

I nodded, finishing my breakfast sandwich.

“Well, it’s only natural to want a big family!” She smiled brilliantly. “How adorable.”

I smiled back. Amanda seemed pleased that her mother approved.

“On top of that, when I become president of the company, she may be ready to take over my job as director.” Amanda gushed.

“Really?” Beth was stunned.

Amanda nodded proudly.

“I’m so happy for you.” Beth raised her hands to her mouth, and tears welled in burnished-brown eyes.

Amanda embraced her lovingly.

“Thank you, Mom.”

“I was so worried you wouldn’t- you wouldn’t-“ Beth choked out, sobbing. “You wouldn’t be happy.”

Amanda began crying softly as well. “Mark makes me more happy than I ever thought possible.” She whispered.

“I understand how you felt with Dad, now.”

“If he was here with us, he would be proud of you.” Beth croaked.

“Proud of you, too.” She said to me.

I smiled. “What was your husband like?”

“A lot like you, sweetie. Strong, ferocious, and . .” Her eyes glazed over and she bit her lip slightly. “Attentive.”

“See, you think in days. I think in weeks, and she.” She nodded her head towards her mom.

“She thinks in decades.” Amanda said proudly.

“So sometimes, she just zones out and appreciates her memories in the moment.”

“Are they often as fond as these?” I gestured to her clearly aroused mother.

Amanda raised her hands like I was the fuzz.

“You’re the one who asked about my dad.” She said, placing the blame on me.

I laughed heartily, and looked back at Beth. She was daydreaming, her thighs rubbing together delightfully as she pictured whatever scenario she solipsized.

Good Lord, I hope I can be the man he was, but to Amanda.

“What was his name?” I whispered.

“Guillermo.” She whispered back.

“That’s such a baller fuckin’ name.” I blurted.

“He was a baller fucking guy.” She shrugged.

Beth calmly brought herself back to focus on us once more.

I chuckled. “If- if you don’t mind me asking, uh, how did Guillermo pass?”

Amanda raised her eyebrows and looked at her mom, curious to see if she would answer the question.

Beth looked down and swallowed, and I watched a tear fall bittersweetly to her lap. She looked up at me, and smiled sadly.

“He, well, he had a heart attack while we were making love.” She whispered.

“Oh.” My face turned red. “I’m so sorry.”

Beth smiled warmly. “Don’t be, darling. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

I smiled back, then my face grew serious, and I looked at my feet as I formulated another heavy hitter.

“What was- what was Amanda’s ex-husband like?”

I glanced up and saw Beth purse her lips and look at Amanda. Amanda looked back at her and shrugged.

“Stewart was- well- a loser.” Beth said.

Amanda burst out laughing.

“What?” She got defensive to her.

“He was.” She looked at me seriously.

“Amanda is just like me. But Stewart was . . Uncomfortable with her being bossy. Being in charge. She gave up a part of herself for him.”

Amanda looked down at her knees. Beth continued.

“I was never particularly fond of him. I’m thankful that you had the foresight to not take his last name, darling.” She said to Amanda.

“I’m still disappointed you didn’t let me have him killed, however.” Beth stated, looking at her nails nonchalantly.

Amanda looked up to her mom.

“Every day he breathes is torture to him. Why should I be merciful and relieve him of his living hell?”

“You can’t possibly believe he feels remorseful, darling. The man is a fucking worm.” Beth was annoyed.

“Maybe not remorse, but he’s absolutely in agony.” Amanda said defiantly.

“He deserves more punishment than that.” Beth muttered.

“I know.” Amanda whispered.

Beth cleared her throat and addressed me.

“So, Mark. Since we’re already on a heavy topic- I know a little about your Dad, but how come I won’t get to meet your Mother?”

I took a deep breath. “Well-“

I was interrupted by sharp, rapid knocking on the room door. Alexis opened it and peeked inside.

“Mark!” She said urgently as she opened the door fully.

“What’s up?” I asked, concerned.

“They just brought Kathy in. She’s out of the emergency room and moving to in-patient.” She rushed.

“Speak of the devil.” I stood up and gestured to the girls. “Follow me if you want to find out why I don’t talk with my mother.” I said awkwardly.

Beth and Amanda looked at each other, then immediately hopped off the bed. The three of us followed Alexis to an elevator, where she pressed the button for the second floor.

“What happened?” I asked Alexis quietly as we stepped into the elevator box.

“I only know that the medics used Narcan to get her back.” She said softly.

My shoulders dropped.

“Are opiates better or worse than meth?” I asked jokingly, trying unsuccessfully to diffuse the tension.

Alexis shifted uncomfortably but didn’t respond.

Oof.

The elevator opened and once again we followed Alexis, this time to a hospital room in the corner of the first floor. She opened the door quietly, peeked in, then opened it for us.

I walked in and saw my mother lying in the bed. She looked much, much older than when I had last seen her. The skin of her face was pulled taut against her skull, her eyes were sunken, and her dark brown hair was cut short and badly damaged.

“Mom?” I whispered when I saw her.

Her face snapped to the side, and her beady black eyes made contact with mine. She grunted.

“What happened to you?”

“What happened?” She repeated in a raspy voice.

She started shuffling, getting more and more agitated.