Pleasuring my dad's best friend
"Come for daddy, little Ellie."
Those words from my dad's best friend, were my undoing. I lusted over this man for years and he never noticed me. To him, I was just the naive, annoying daughter of his best friend. I devised a perfect plan to get him to fuck me. Not long, the truth was revealed. Would it be the end of the fire between us? And what happens when my dad and the rest of the world finds out about us?
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Chapter 5
Eliana's POV
One second all was going well and the next, I'm praying that my heart doesn't explode due to the rapid beating caused by fear.
Knowing fully well that Mr. Scott was my dad's best friend, I should have been more careful and vigilant, considering what I got going on with him. How could I have walked into the room without even peeking to know who exactly was with my dad.
I had walked into the room clueless and oblivious not realizing Mr. Scott had come to pay a visit. And just like that I blew everything, everything I had worked so hard for and planned carefully.
"you..." the look on his face was terrifying. My heart beats blue even faster. I was scared, hoping Mr. Scott wouldn't reveal everything to my dad. but it seems my dad noticed something was off.
Turning to Mr. Scott, my dad asked: "is there something wrong?" afraid Mr. Scott might tell him the truth, I replied in a hurry. "nothing, nothing. Just as Mr. Scott and I met earlier and he didn't recognize me."
My dad laughed and turned to Mr. Scott, "I told you." then turning back to me, he asked. "You did recognize him, didn't you?"
"Yes, of course dad, I did." I gave my dad a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. My eyes wandered off to where Mr. Scott stood. There was a look on his face, something in his eyes- in his gaze, a look of disgust. Now he will surely hate me forever. I cannot say I regret what I did but I do regret lying to him. But if I hadn't lied to him he would never have looked at me or touched me the way he did when he didn't know who I was.
Goodbye to the amazing sex we were supposed to have tonight, goodbye to the dream of finally getting them to fall in love with Me, goodbye to my short-lived victory.
"My little Ellie grew into a beautiful, smart and reasonable young lady."
"I see... Reasonable indeed." Those words said softly, in spite, every word biting deep into my skin, my heart. I wanted to run to him, explain, make him understand, make him see reason, that wasn't possible.
I had to sit right across Mr. Scott well my dad went on and on about my academic achievements, my talent - Designing.
"That reminds me, Eliana would be getting into a design school in London. Since you are based more in London, you can help me keep an eye on her." As if things couldn't get any worse. if only my dad knew... The look on Mr. Scott's face was not pleasant, I could only imagine what was going on in his mind.
"Of course." The word sounded forced. I was certain he couldn't wait to be out of the house and done with this weird meeting. Mr. Scott's phone rang, he excused himself and left the room. The perfect opportunity to get to talk to him alone. I waited for a second, maybe two then excused myself from the room claiming to have a project I had to complete.
"Mr. Scott! Mr. Scott!" I called out breathlessly as I hurried over to him. "I'm sorry I- "
"You're sorry? You are fucking sorry?" He said cutting off the apology I was going to offer. He laughed, a mocking, dangerous laughter. Maybe coming out here wasn't a good idea but how could I sit back and watch everything slip away from my grasp.
"I just, I just wanted you to look at me, see me as a-" He caught me off. Even without interruption, I could barely process a good enough sentence. His gaze was so intimidating, yet hot, so hot I was already imagining him punishing me-the kind of punishment I wanted. The kind he'd never bring himself to do after finding out who I really am.
"Shut the fuck up!" the intensity of his anger washed over me. I could feel the heat of it. Fear and sadness for what I was about to lose filled me. Excitement for what could possibly happen from here consumed me with an intensity. "Spoiled little brat! Do you know what you've done?"
"I went after what I wanted." I replied shamelessly, taking slow deliberate steps towards him.
"Do you know the gravity of what you've just done?"
"I've wanted you all my life, you wouldn't even look at me, so I did what I did. What is wrong with me going after what I want?" I asked, annoyed with his reaction. Like, for goodness sake he enjoyed it too!
"can you fucking listen to yourself? This is forbidden! You're my best friend's daughter for goodness sake, there can't be anything between us."
I refused to believe him. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, he just wouldn't admit it. I worked closer to him pushing my fear aside, "I know, I'm your best friend's daughter, does it matter? I know you want me just as much as I want you, after last night you can't deny what's going on between us." I robbed my hands on his chest, trailing my finger up to his lips and then lower till I got beneath his belt, I felt how hard he was. Even after knowing who I was he still wanted me.
"If you're so scared of anyone finding out, it could be our little secret. No one has to know about us." I pressed my chest, my full breasts against his chest, pressing my abdomen to his bulge. He took him deep breaths, his breathing uneven. I smiled inwardly, happy, knowing I still had an effect on him.
"No need backing out daddy," I whispered against his ear. "you want me, you want to fuck me, I can feel it. I'm all yours. After last night -"
"Shut up!" He thundered, pushing me away from him. I can't tell if it was the force of the push or his voice that had me falling face first to the ground. I could stop the scream I let out. The fall was unexpected -the push was as well.
Looking up, I saw the look of concern on his face and decided to use it to my own advantage. Well, I did behave like the dramatic girls from movies. Whimpering and moaning in pain - there barely was any pain at all, I allowed some tears to flow. "What's wrong Eli?" He asked. Without waiting for a response, he picked me up and into his arms. I leaned into him.
"My ankle -"
"What is going on here?" My dad! How much had he seen and heard?
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When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend's cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy.
The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood.
One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly.
One night. One opportunity.
The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image,
But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's.
In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay.
Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations.
All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life– all shall belong to him.
Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his.
When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard.
But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?
8.2
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.
8.0
My father gave me an ultimatum: marry a man I despise or lose my entire inheritance. I chose to run, boarding a private jet with no intention of looking back.
But his reach is absolute. The phone buzzed before we even left New York airspace.
"Send me a picture with Sterling now," his voice barked, "or I'm calling your pilot to turn that jet around."
I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me.
My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards.
I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"In my city, the house always wins."
I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder.
"But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home."
He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.
9.0
For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure.
Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in.
The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her."
They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars.
I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm.
They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out.
I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.
7.8
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming.
Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped.
"I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?"
He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building.
My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die.
I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose.
I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit.
"Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession.
I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.
7.4
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science.
"I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root."
She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.