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Wet For Daddy

"Fuck-say my name when I'm inside you," Drake's voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard. "Drake... oh God, harder-" I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts. "Not just Drake. Say what I am to you." "My ex's father," I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue. "That's right, sweetheart. And now you're mine." It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn't a stranger at all. He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend's father. Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch. But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn't just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire. My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me. And I can't decide if I've been destroyed... or if I've finally come alive.
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Chapter 2

Chloe's POV

'You don't give it to me the way Sylvia does' It rang like a bell into my head. 

I froze. I tried to force out words from my mouth but it refused to come out. My brain was unable to wrap itself around what I just heard. Tears flowed freely down my face. 

"I have always done it the way you want, the way you always told me you wanted it." My voice was so small. "Even after that, you still chose to break me, with my best friend?"

"Just shhhhhh, enough of all these sermons, as you can see, we were very busy when you came in, and we are yet to finish our business. Just get lost you dandiprat" Sylvia smiled as she headed to the door, still stark naked with her boobs dangling left, right and center. 

She tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with malice. "That's the way out." She pointed at the door. 

Jack crossed his arms, standing beside the bed. A cruel smile playing on his lips. "You heard her kiss, excuse us right now."

I staggered backward. My whole body was aching. I sobbed uncontrollably. "I loved you Jack."

"I know." Sylvia said softly coming towards me. She brushed the hair on my face back with a fake smile. I was broken that the one I called my best friend had to do this to me. 

"Jack please, tell me everything we had wasn't fake. Tell Sylvia that you have loved only but me alone" I sobbed uncontrollably.

Jack wasn't remorseful even for a bit, seeing the tears in my eyes and keeping cool. I knew I had lost. 

Sylvia went to him, grabbed his dick and started carelessing it again, not minding my state. And the scum bag had to let out a loud moan. He touched her boobs and they started kissing, romancing themselves roughly while they landed on the bed. 

Something inside of me snapped. I staggered out of the house while cleaning the tears on my face, barely aware of how my body was moving. 

I walked down the rainy and lonely path, with the wind biting my skin, but I didn't care. Everything felt....hollow. I thought I would scream, but I didn't. I couldn't. The silence was louder. 

I thought of how we used to be. I didn't know where I was heading to, but my feet carried me towards the town's outskirts. "To hell with him!" I muttered angrily. 

******

"Again!" I barked. 

The bartender never hesitates to pour me another round of shots. I downed it immediately, feeling the burn of the liquor in my throat still enjoying it. 

I scoffed. 

Downed another shot. And that's when I saw him, sitting at the corner table, a whiskey glass in hand, shadowed in darkness but glowing like a god. 

Tall, broad-shouldered. His jaw was sharp, peppered with a faint stubble. His eyes-piercing and unreadable -locked with mine. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"Again." I demanded, but got no answer as I didn't see the bar tender anymore when I raised my head. 

"Fuck you all" I hissed. 

I didn't know what I wanted, but I walked towards him. Maybe it was the anger, maybe it was the betrayal, maybe it was the void or maybe, I just didn't want to feel like nothing anymore. 

Despite the loudness of the music, I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding hard in my ears. 

I cleaned my eyes once again but I didn't see him anymore. He was gone. 

Just then, a man in a blue suit walked up to me.....

"Mr Drake wants to meet with you."

"Who the fuck is Mr Drake?" I slurred. "Tell whatever you called whoever sent you to come here and meet me."

"Tsh." He scoffed. "Miss, come quickly with me as Mr Drake doesn't like to be delayed."

"Yay! Do you have a death wish?" I exclaimed. 

Before I could say another word, the man grabbed my arm. 

"Hey! Before I count to three, let go of me now!" I screamed angrily. 

But he already started dragging me along. Immediately, I kicked his cock and he screamed and let go of my arm. I took to my heels immediately. 

I turned my back while running and saw that thick headed guy pursuing me. 

"Fuck! What have I gotten myself into." I murmured to myself. 

I got to the lobby, opening any room I get my hand on to see if any is unlocked. 

"Stop right there you witch!" The thick headed guy yelled at me, almost getting close. 

Luckily for me, I swung one door by my right written ' VIP' and it opened. I jumped in immediately and locked the door. 

"Thank goodness." I heaved. 

"What are you doing there?" Get your ass over here already, I am not so patient."

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