Marrying my sons dad

"I want you to be my mom!" Erika's command to Donita shocked her friend.

Her hand froze in midair. The spoon that was about to touch Donita's lips fell into the bowl, splattering hot broth across the dining table.

"What?" Donita's voice was barely a whisper, a mix of shock and the certainty that she must have misheard.

Erica was still sitting casually across from Donita, leaning back in her chair with her usual spoiled style. Her long hair was tied up halfway, and her light makeup made her look beautiful.

"Listen, dear, this is urgent! I need your help. Marry my dad!"

"Marry your dad? Are you drunk? You know very well that your dad is old, Erica!"

Donita initially laughed off Erica's request, but when her friend's face turned serious, she immediately asked, "This is just a joke, right?"

"No! I'm serious." Erica didn't even get mad when her friend called her dad old.

Donita's eyes scanned Erica's, desperate to find a hint of a prank, but the expression she met was unsettlingly earnest.

It was a look of pure intent, and it was a side of Erica she had never seen before.

"Erica, your dad is old, and..." Donita's voice trailed off.

She was attempting to reason with her friend, but couldn't ignore the fact that her friend's dad was undeniably... HOT!

"I know my dad is old. He's 45, but don't forget how handsome he is, and his body is insane. Everyone thinks he's still in his thirties! Plus, he's the CEO of Sebastian Group. He's got young women crawling all over him."

Erica interrupted, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You've told yourself how good-looking he is."

"And you know what else? I mentioned to my dad, you have a crush on him!" Erica added with a mischievous glint in her eye, but the words hit Donita like a ton of bricks.

What? Erica had even told Oscar? What would Donita do now? Wouldn't the man be disgusted with her?

"Are you crazy? What did your dad think when you told him that? Oh my GOD, Erica! He must think I'm a flirt! He must think..."

Donita panicked. All this time, she had meticulously maintained a good and polite image in front of Oscar, Erica's daddy.

"Oh, don't be mistaken! He actually smiled. He even agreed when I asked him to marry you. He didn't protest!" Erica crossed her arms over her chest, then leaned toward me.

"So don't you protest! I need your help to keep him away from that shameless bitch who keeps chasing after him."

"What do you mean?" Her eyebrows shot up. "Which bitch?"

Erica exhaled loudly, then stood up. She walked to the refrigerator, took a bottle of cold water, then stared at Donita with an annoyed expression.

"That woman's name is Wina," she said with a disgusted tone. "She has no shame. She's always showing up everywhere, and last time, she said she'd be my 'new mom' soon."

Donita was shocked, but she couldn't deny that Oscar was hot. He was cold and distant, but handsome and charming.

Donita was sure many women were crazy about him because of his physical appearance. He didn't look old, ahhh, he was just so charming!

"Oh, so she's officially your dad's girlfriend? If she's your dad's girlfriend, that means your dad likes that bitch, right?"

'Why ask me to marry him, then? Just some kind of substitute?' A hot flash of anger and resentment flared up inside Donita.