Note- This is entirely fictional. I do not know any of the characters in this story nor have I ever met them. And it does not portray any events in real life.
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Emma had stayed close to her mother, Jacqueline Luesby, ever since her parents had divorced when she was only five. Not many people are aware that Emma had been born in Paris and had lived there until age five when she and her mother relocated to Oxfordshire. Emma had been keen to be an actress from an early age and we all know the rest. Eight Harry Potter movies led to other big hits such as Beauty and the Beast and Noah. Her mother had given her all the backing and encouragement to her daughter and had herself remarried for a short while. Now single in her middle age Jacqueline had found a new suitor.
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It was a pleasant evening when Emma drove down from London to her mothers house in the countryside. Emma had been invited for dinner and a chance to catch up with the latest news from Jacqueline. Her mother had sounded excited on the phone but had not given anything away and Emma was naturally curious as to what the reason may be. Post production had just been completed on her latest project, another remake of Little Women, and she had plenty of free time. The secluded house was modern and had a south east facing garden and driveway. It boasted of five bedrooms and en suite bathrooms. The fully fitted kitchen was of a modern design in pebble with stainless steel sinks, integrated fridge and freezer and a double oven.
"Darling, so good to see you."
Emma hugged her mother and they gave each other a peck on both cheeks. Both had dressed in summer dresses, Emma in sunflower yellow and her mother in light blue and white polka dots. They looked rather similar. Same height, build and facial features. Emma cut a lightweight figure at five feet five and 110 pounds.
"And you've cut your hair short again."
Emma fluffed up her newly trimmed pixie crop and grinned. Her new look showed off her long and elegant neck and her delicate features. Blessed with heavy lidded eyes and perfect arched brows the very short bangs made her look enchanting. Despite a heavy work schedule recently she positively glowed. They linked arms and made their way to the kitchen where Emma noted the smell of dinner.
"What is it?"
"I'm making jerk chicken, brown rice, peas and a coconut basmati."
"Very West Indies."
Emma lifted the lid of a saucepan and took a deep sniff of the simmering rice.
"Rather a lot, isn't it?"
"We're expecting a guest."
Emma nodded slightly nonchalantly and went to the fridge for some Perrier water. She sat at the central free standing table and looked at her mother.
"So, what's the big fuss about."
Emma opened the bottle and took a big swig.
"Oh, you know. I met someone in New York and now we're dating."
"Oh? Do tell."
"He's with a law firm and is doing quite well. He's ambitious and sweet and er, a little younger than me."
"Right. How much younger?"
"By about twenty five years."
Jacqueline was now in her mid fifties but had a mature glamour with only a hint of laughter lines on her fresh looking face. Now twice divorced she had neglected her own career in law to concentrate on Emma's acting. "He's thirty! That's my age! Mum!" Emma raised her brows and spread her hands.
"But he is so charming and good looking and attentive to my needs. It's been hard since my last divorce. I need some me time."
"Anything else I should know about?"
Now Emma lifted her chin as if to say tell me the rest. Jacqueline went back to the stove and began to prepare the chicken thighs and breasts.
"Well, he's black."
"OH? This is huge!" Emma looked at her mother with big eyes.
"His name is Delroy. He's separated and single. And he'll be here in half an hour. Look my darling, it's no big deal. We're both adults with experience looking for some company. I think you'll like him."
"Hmm. It's going to take some getting used to. What if you get married again. I'll have a stepdad my own age!"
"Now let's not jump the gun. We only just met. Aren't you happy for me? Now, go freshen up and I'll call you when he gets here."
Emma agreed and took her small overnight case upstairs. It had been an exhausting time of late and she welcomed the familiar bed she had slept in countless times.
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"Emma! Delroy just got here."
Emma woke and sat up in the edge of the Queen size bed and took a sharp intake of breath.
"Okay, let's go see what all the fuss is about."
She put her shoes back on and went downstairs to be greeted with the sight of her mother clinging to a six feet tall, broad shouldered black nan with a shaven head and gorgeous almond type eyes.
"Oh...my...gosh!"
The guy was amazing! Handsome, fit and young.
"This is Emma, my daughter. Emma, meet Delroy."
"Emma Watson, I'm so happy to meet you. I feel like I know you already."
He spoke with an American accent as apposed to a Jamaican one in a smooth voice that could charm the birds from the trees.
"Afternoon. So, you're from New York?"
"Not originally. I'm from Florida. Tampa, to be exact."
"Come on, lets go to the kitchen. I'm making jerk chicken."
Jacqueline took the pair of them by the elbow and steered them to the kitchen. They all sat at the big table and Emma sat beside Delroy. He even smelled great she thought as her mother poured out some Perrier for all.
"So tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well, I graduated in law from Florida State in Tallahassee and moved up to the Big Apple on the recommendation of a friend. That was when I met your mother I guess."
"Hmm, interesting. Please go on, I love your accent."
Emma was all ears as she made a move and began to fondle the mans left arm. Delroy began to stiffen on his stool as Emma moved her hand down to the top of his thigh.
"Not much more to tell really. Um, gosh is it really hot in here?"
"How long will you be here?"
Delroy took his time to answer as he fiddled with the collar of his white shirt. Emma put the back of her hand to his brow and felt his temperature. The contrast of his skin colour to hers was quite striking. She nudged closer to him and the man wriggled on his seat.
"Say Emma. Why don't you give Delroy a tour of the house while I finish the meal. He may be heated from the cooking in here."
"Would you like that?" Asked Emma as she looked into his alluring eyes.
"Sure, shall we?"
Delroy stood and pulled his sport jacket close to his chest as he shifted his stance.
"Thanks darling. Make sure to take real good care of him."
"You can rely on me, mother."
The spacious home had three levels of accommodation. Delroy and Emma made their way upstairs to the first level where there were a good size double bedroom, one single bedroom and a four piece bathroom suite.
"Your mother has a nice house."
"Thank you. Let's go up one more floor."
Emma smiled over her shoulder as she led Delroy to the top level. He noted the single bedroom/study next door to a double bedroom which had sky light velux windows.
"And this is my room. You like it?"
"Very nice."
Emma flopped onto the edge and spread out her arms.
"I grew up in here, from childhood to becoming a young woman. I have quite a few memories in this room I can tell you."
"Right."
His imagination became stoked and he looked around the room in slight disbelief. Where was this going?
"Listen, Delroy. I love my mother and would hate to see her hurt. Are you going to take good care of her?"
"I...of course. We...barely, you know...know each other yet."
"You're quite good looking. I imagine you get lots of attention from women. Here. Come sit by me"
Emma patted the bed next to her right side and Delroy joined her. Without batting an eyelid her hand immediately went to his knee which she squeezed hard.