Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Seven, Chapter Forty-Two: Playboy Mommy ( Chapter 42 )

Playboy Mommy

As if Igor didn't need more women to lust after. There's another one that he's trying to bed. He recently got a new neighbor as well. She is quite the looker. This lady had to be at least about thirty. But she looked so young. Igor got to see her this morning.

He was getting the paper when he happened to look up. A flash of black caught his attention. Oh? What is this? Igor had to do a double-take. When did this beautiful woman get here? He blinked several times. No, this was real. There was a woman talking on the phone outside of the house next door. She had her back to the fence. Her long curly black hair came down to her waist. Her right hand moved around in circles as she talked. This woman was dressed like she was going to the gym in her pink and light green sweatsuit. The pants added shape to her butt. Igor had to go over for a look. But she was on the phone. It would be ruin to interrupt her call. It would just be fine to just say hi.

Igor leaned over on the fence. He cleared his throat. The woman didn't turn around. That didn't stop him. He cleared his throat louder. This time, she turned around. Igor gave her a huge grin as he waved at her.

“Good morning!” he said aloud. At first, the woman stared at him. She seemed to say something to the phone. She lowered it to her side.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I'm your neighbor, Igor,” Igor said. “May I ask what your name is?” The woman blinked at first.

“Anya?” she asked. The man grinned at her.

“Anya,” he repeated. They stared at each other for a pause. Anya tilted her head to the side.

“I'm sorry… Did you want something?” she asked. Igor smiled as he waved her off.

“Oh, no, no, no, my dear,” he said. “I just saw you on the phone there. I don't think I've seen you around here before.”

“Oh, I just moved here,” Anya said. Igor's eyes lit up.

“I see,” he said.

“Momma!” a child's voice rang out. Igor's face dropped. Momma? He and Anya turned to see a little boy running up to her. The woman giggled as he hugged her legs.

“What is it, honey?” she asked, patting the boy's dark red hair. The child smiled as he giggled. Igor blinked before he regained his wits. The man cleared his throat.

“Who is this handsome young man?” he asked. The woman and the kid looked up at him. The child hid behind her legs. She looked down at him.

“Oh, this is my son,” she said. “Dmitriy, say hello.”

“Hello,” the child mumbled. Igor forced himself to smile and wave.

“I take it your husband is still asleep?” he asked. Anya looked so confused by this question. It took a moment for it to sink in.

“Oh. There is no husband,” she said. Igor raised an eyebrow with a curious look on his face. Anya chuckled as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Yeah, we just split up months ago,” she said. “I'm just a single lady with a kid now.” She didn't take her gaze off of Igor.

“Is that weird?” she asked. Igor grinned as the wheels turned in his head. This could work. He just needed to play his cards right.

“No, not at all,” he said. It was then Anya gave him a little smile. Good, he started to catch her interest. Igor decided to try and throw a softball with this one. However, he was going to have to act fast. Igor stood up straight and pushed his black hair from his eyes.

“Say, have you finished unpacking yet?” he asked.

“No,” Anya said. Perfect.

“I have a couple of hours before I head off to work. I can help you get it done faster if you like,” the man offered. Little Dmitiry looked up at his mother.

“Oh no, you don't have to…” Anya said, waving him off. “I mean, I don't want to be a burden to you or anything.” Igor threw back his head and laughed.

“Oh no, it's fine,” he said. “I don't mean it. Really.” He smiled like a wild jackal as he said this. Anya shifted in place as her cheeks turned pink.

“I'll go put on some better clothes,” Igor said. He turned and walked into his house. He plotted out how he was going to win over the yummy mommy with every step of the way.

Yummy Mommy