Riding my Father-in-Law

Adeline

"Shameless scammer! I hope you rot in hell, you piece of trash!"

I slammed my iPhone onto the glass living room table, creating a loud crash that echoed throughout the house. I could feel the blood rushing straight to my face. I snatched my phone back up to curse out that worthless seller, but my blood boiled even hotter when I saw that my messages were no longer being delivered.

That bitch blocked me!

I looked down at the open parcel box resting on my lap, and I felt a sudden urge to smash everything in sight out of pure frustration. I had ordered a high-end, medical-grade silicone dildo-a full nine inches something to finally satisfy my fantasies. But what the hell actually arrived?! A pathetic 4.5-inch toy!

I let out a bitter laugh as I stared at the fake pink c0ck. I might as well put Marky's face on it. It was so tiny the same size and length as the little stub of the man I was supposed to marry! Why am I always so cursed when it comes to size?! It felt like destiny had scammed me twice. The exact dimensions I was trying to escape from Marky were the exact same dimensions this stupid online shop sent me!

"Ma'am Adel? Are you alright?"

I looked up slightly. Nanny Ising, my personal maid, approached me. Worry was written all over her face, probably because of how violently I had slammed my phone earlier.

I took a deep breath to steady my voice. Even though I was furious, I still needed to maintain my wealthy, elegant disposition as a beautiful woman and the future Mrs. Fraser. I reached into the box and pulled out the tiny dildo along with the high-end vibrator that came with it.

I handed them over to Nanny Ising without a shred of embarrassment. She was well aware of my luxuries, so she wasn't surprised that I had ordered something new online.

"Wash it thoroughly. Soap it down, and make sure there isn't a single trace of bacteria or dirt left. Sterilize it, too."

Nanny Ising's eyes widened. It was as if it were her first time seeing such things, and her hands visibly hesitated to take them from me.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sarcastic scoff.

"Duh? Don't play innocent with me, Nanny. Do you really think I don't know you've been getting fucked by our driver behind the staff quarters?"

Nanny Ising almost choked on her own spit upon hearing that. Her aging cheeks flushed a deep crimson from sheer embarrassment. Unable to say a word, she quickly turned around with my toys in hand and practically ran toward the kitchen to follow my orders.

Once she was out of sight, I slumped back onto the sofa. I closed my eyes, hoping my brain could find a bit of peace after the non-stop frustrations of the day.

But the moment my vision went dark, the image of Dr. Matthew Fraser completely consumed my mind. Every single detail of that early morning in the administration office came rushing back. I remembered how boldly I had extended my hand, wearing my sweetest, most seductive smile as I introduced myself as his son's fiancée.

And I remembered exactly how he rejected me. He didn't even bother to touch my hand, treating me as if I had some contagious disease.

"Damn it!"

I bolted upright from the couch, my chest burning with intense anger and annoyance. I felt utterly humiliated in front of Marky. His dad was such a snob! After that scene, he just left us inside the office and walked out without even saying a single word. He didn't even act like a doctor-he was incredibly rude and unprofessional!

In a fit of rage, I punched the pillow beside me. In my entire life, this was the first time a man had ever rejected me. I always get what I want. I was always the one being chased, and every single man I ever wanted always ended up falling at my feet.

But Matthew Fraser... he rejected me just like that. And what hurt the most, which I couldn't accept, was that the only man who had ever given me the most intense orgasm of my life just by his sheer presence, was the same man crushing my pride.

I am absolutely not letting this slide. If Dr. Fraser thought his cold reaction intimidated me, he was dead wrong. He only gave me more reason to want to ride him, no matter what it took.

I reached for my laptop, which sat at the edge of the glass table. I quickly opened the browser and aggressively typed his name into the search bar.

Dr. Matthew Fraser.

I rested my chin on my hand, waiting for the results to load. I expected his face to pop up in medical journals, hospital websites, or at least in news articles about the country's wealthiest businessmen. But to my utter shock, once the page refreshed...

No results found.

"What?"

I changed the keywords. I tried 'Dr. Matthew Fraser London, 'Fraser Hospital Owner biography', and everything else I could think of. But there was nothing. There wasn't a single trace of him on the internet. He literally owned a massive private hospital, so how was it that not even a fingernail of his was posted online? Even his basic biography or information on Google was a total blank. Not a single photo.

What kind of creature was he? Is he alien? Even the neighborhood garbage lady beat him out, and she had four active Insta.gram accounts! A billionaire doctor like him was like a ghost in the digital world. He was incredibly mysterious, and the complete lack of information only made my blood boil more. It only fueled my curiosity.

I slammed the laptop down onto the sofa. If he thought I'd get tired of figuring out who he was, he was mistaken.

"Nanay Ising!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the large living room.

My maid immediately rushed out of the kitchen, still looking a bit nervous from our earlier banter.

"Yes, Ma'am Adel?"

"Prepare Marky's favorite dish, please?" I ordered as I stood up, adjusting my posture elegantly.

"The most special recipe. Then, pack it neatly in a nice bowl."

"Right away, Ma'am."

While the maid was busy in the kitchen, I went upstairs to my room to shower and doll myself up. I wasn't about to let Dr. Fraser see me looking haggard or defeated after how he dismissed me yesterday. I soaked in a bath bomb scented with vanilla and roses, applied expensive body lotion that left a shimmering glow on my skin, and put on a simple but skin-tight silk dress that hugged every single one of my curves. I also dabbed perfume on my neck and between my breasts-a scent powerful enough to seduce any man who dared come near me.

It was exactly seven in the evening when I went back downstairs, and the food I ordered was ready. The bowl containing the freshly cooked dish was packed inside a paper bag. I grabbed my car keys and walked out to the garage.

"Ma'am Adel! Where are you going? Your Mommy said you have a family dinner at 7:30 PM?"

I was already by my car door when I glanced back slightly.

"Tell Mom I'm going to Marky's place and I'll be sleeping over. Tell them not to expect me for dinner."

"But Ma'am, your Mommy-"

I didn't wait to hear the rest of what the maid had to say. I hopped into the car, started the engine, and immediately sped out of our wide gates.

The drive didn't take long because I was speeding. A few moments later, I was parked in front of the gates of my boyfriend's mansion. This was only my third time coming here, but even now, I can't help but be amazed every time I behold the breathtaking Fraser estate.

To be fair, my family wasn't poor, but we weren't filthy rich either. My mom owned a gold jewelry business while my dad owned an auto repair shop; it's just that our house wasn't a mansion, so it wasn't even half the size and luxury of this estate. Marky was insanely wealthy-a true billionaire born into old money. That's why when he courted me back when I was still a student, I didn't think twice about saying yes. Who in their right mind would reject a man who could give you the life of a queen?

The only problem was that I never expected that the price of his billionaire status would be his tiny, worthless d1ck that couldn't even make me cum!