A Night In Daddy's Bed

Ruby’s POV“Hey, babe! What's up with you?” Madison’s cheerful voice burst through the phone the moment I answered.I inhaled slowly before responding. “I’m good.”She immediately caught it. “No, you’re not. Your voice sounds flat.” She paused, then brightened. “Good news, I’ve got an invite to a dinner party tonight, and guess who's coming with me, you!”“I’m really not in the mood for that,” I said honestly. “I don’t think I can handle being around people tonight.”“You’re not in the mood? That's new.” Madison echoed, disbelief thick in her tone. “Okay. What happened? Bitch, you better start talking.”“My husband cheated,” I said plainly. “With my sister. I walked in on them having the most awful kind of sex.”There was silence… then, “That’s disgusting. Who the fuck does Asher thinks he is? And your sister should be ashamed of herself.” Her voice hardened. “And that is exactly why you need to come out tonight. Sitting alone will only make it worse. They both don't worth you sulking

Ruby’s POV“I should leave,” I said, forcing calm into my voice even though my pulse was still racing from the kiss.Harrison gave a slow nod, his gaze locked on mine. “Of course,” he replied smoothly, extending his arm.I slipped my hand through his, pretending confidence, even as my fingers trembled. We walked out of the banquet hall together, whispers and shocked murmurs trailing behind us.Outside, he guided me toward a sleek black limousine. He opened the door, and I slid inside, taking a steadying breath as I tried to collect myself.When he joined me, I turned toward him. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I used you back there. That wasn’t right.”He smiled, amusement softening his sharp features. “I don’t mind been used by a beautiful lady,” he said quietly. “But tell me, what’s your name?”“Ruby,” I answered.“Ruby,” he repeated slowly, savoring it. “It suits you. Would you like a drink with me?” He paused. “And I’m Harrison.”I hesitated only briefly before nodding. “Yes.”He starte

RUBY'S POVI stepped back instinctively, heat rushing violently to my cheeks.“…My uncle?” I repeated, my voice thinner than I intended.For a second, I thought I had misheard. Harrison stood there, composed as ever, while he watched me closely.My father chuckled lightly, completely unaware that my entire world had just flipped upside down.“Yes,” he said warmly. “Your uncle. Harrison.”I blinked rapidly, staring at my father. “Dad… what exactly did you just say?”He frowned slightly, confused by my reaction. “I said Harrison is your uncle. Why are you looking like that?”The room felt smaller.Scarlett sat across the living room, her eyes darting between us, curiosity flickering across her face. Diane my stepmother, looked pleased, like this was some delightful reunion.I swallowed hard. “That’s not possible. There’s no Ford in our family.”Harrison’s jaw twitched slightly at the name.My father laughed again, shaking his head. “Not by blood, Ruby. Harrison was married to your mothe

RUBY'S POVIt was a shock.No, more than that. Seeing him standing there was a terrible, jarring shock that seemed to strike straight through me.I had returned from my father's, flushed with triumph, certain of my victory, certain that I had discarded Asher out of my life and maybe now he could be with my sister for good. It had not been an inexpensive victory. It had cost me dearly. But my peace was worth more than anything —infinitely more. I had told myself I should feel exhilarated, relieved, even proud.Instead, I felt restless.That night I could not sleep after seeing Asher. I tried reading, but the words blurred and refused to settle. Now I was thinking of Harrison. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him as I had last seen him in the hotel, his face devastatingly handsome even twisted with anger, his body sleek with sweat, sculpted with the deliberate perfection of a Michelangelo statue. The memory would not leave me. I gave up on the book and turned, instead, to the importe

Ruby’s POVI woke up breathless.My sheets were twisted around my legs, my body warm, my heart racing like I had just run a marathon.For a second, I didn’t know where I was.Then I remembered. My father’s house. The guest room.The silence of early morning pressing against the walls. But that wasn’t what had me shaken.It was him. Harrison.Even in my dreams, he was relentless.I could still feel it, the phantom weight of his hands, the way his voice had dipped low against my ear. The way he had said my name like it belonged to him.“Ruby…”My thighs tightened involuntarily.God.In the dream, he had pushed me against the wall, his palm sliding down my waist slowly, deliberately. I had tried to argue but my body never seemed to cooperate.I swallowed hard.My fingers were still between my legs.I froze. Heat rushed to my face. I had been touching myself. Completely lost in the illusion.My breath trembled as I dragged my hand away, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.This was bad. V