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The Girl He Sees

Author: Blue Sky
last update Last Updated: 2022-09-17 13:28:17

Dalton

 Many years later and I was back to the house where it all started. 

I was shocked as hell when I got a call a few weeks ago from George. We haven’t spoken more than a handful, since I disappeared from their lives. 

I was in an out of town for business meetings and conferences, but I never reached out. Not even once. It was for the best. 

I was obsessed with his teenage daughter, something he won't Forgive if he found out. 

I could  have any girl I wanted, but for some reason, Petra won’t stay out of my fucking head. The woman was messing with my head, my heart, and most definitely my cock.

She was a little brat, chaotic and destructive. And for every stunt she pulled, I wanted to punish her, but not  in the way I would punish any other sturbon child.

My length jumped at the thought of tying her to my desk and turning her ass red with the palm of my hand. I'd make her scream out my name and then I'd fuck her rough and dirty, pound her into the hard desk, squeeze her throat until she creamed all over my fucking cock, and then begged for more.

She was still very bratty and sassy when she appeared in my office. She didn't change one bit.

George asked me to help with her assignment as a newly recruited intern in an Advertising agency. I likely would have graciously turned him down but deep down, I wanted to see her again.

All these fucking years, my life wasn’t thesame without her. I felt empty and lacking. 

“Dalton Winchester” George greeted me, holding out his hand for a handshake.

“George Hernandez, My old buddy” I chuckled, taking his hand and pulling him in for a hug. 

Coughing into his folded palm deliberately, He squirmed away from me just like he always did in college. I’ve always found it interesting that he required so much personal space.

“Still giving out hugs no one wants? Interesting,” He said with a smirk tugging at the corner of  his lips. 

“somethings just never change. Especially personality. I like hugs.”

He laughed and held the door open for me to come in. “I’m glad you could join us.”

“It’s always a pleasure.” I walked in and he shut the door behind us with a soft click. 

And there, lounging on the couch in the living room was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. The woman in my fantasy.

Her raven black hair pulled over her shoulders in messy waves, framing an oval face with delicate features. Her skin is creamy, almost translucent. It made me want to leave my mark all over her.

 My fucking temptation. 

“Petra, Dalton is here. Come and say hello." George called her attention to us. 

Tearing her eyes from her apple phone screen, she turned towards us and then her eyes locked on mine. She had the brightest color of eyes – sky blue. There was unexplainably tender ache there for her. I wanted to reach out and touch her plump lips. 

I had kissed them in the past. I was a sick pervert for lusting after her when she was only sixteen. I tasted those delicious juicy, wide, bowed lips of hers that talked way too much and pisses me off all the time. And i had weighed her round succulent breasts in my hands. 

Aiming a coy smile at me, she got off the couch. And as she began walking towards us, it was then I got a good look at her body. Her curves. Sweet Jesus, those curves.  Damn! A tempting, untouchable goddess. 

Despite those assurances to myself that I’d never let the thought of her affect me again, her face swims in my thoughts. Many times I’d imagine those curves and edges in their glory while stroking my cock. I’d think of  gripping her wonderfully shaped hips as I sink deep inside her. 

As much as I wanted to take her back then, the possibility of being with her was off the table – she was my man’s daughter. 

Seeing her in my office that day brought back so many memories. Both sweet and bitter memories, all wrapped in one.  Memories I couldn’t wipe off my brains as much as I tried to. 

Deciding to bring all my investment back in Las Vegas was probably a big mistake. And that’s because in her presence I wasn’t strong. She was my fucking weakness.  

“Hey… thanks for coming.” She said politely.  A devious smile curled up one side of her  lips and my cock twitches in a way it hasn’t in years. “Let’s get you a drink. What’s your poison these days? Change of taste or you still like scotch?” she threw me a wink discreetly. 

How the fuck does she still remember? 

I remembered vividly that she never liked it when I drink. “Water is fine.” The words slipped out from my mouth. I saw myself unconsciously wanting to please her. 

George scoffed. “Nonsense. come on, I’ve got a Laphroaig scotch worth a few hundred bucks reserved specially for you.”  

I looked over at Petra, my eyes finding hers in an instant. I was seeking her approval. Wearing that Charming smile she can’t seem to wipe off her face, she nodded her approval. 

I turned my gaze back to George, “Who could turn down an offer like that? Let’s do it.”

Clapping a hand on my shoulder, George led me to a small bar and slide out what I assumed an expensive liquor. 

“I will get dinner ready.” The goddess excused herself and stomped down the hallway. 

My eyes followed her swaying hips and giggling ass in her see-through black tight leggings until she disappeared through the doors of the kitchen. 

Swallowing back my lust, “You’ve raised a very beautiful daughter.” 

“I raised her the best I could and I’m glad she turned out great. I am a proud father.” He said as he set a glass of amber liquid down in front of me. 

"You should be." I hummed and nodded my head agreeably.  

I shouldn’t presume to know anything about raising kids or having a family. I was still single at forty three. My Dad was my only family and he was an alcoholic and a fucking scumbag.

He never contacted me since I left for college and neither did he respond when I reached out.  Which was fine by me.

 “Tell me more about your fiancé.” He poured in a second glass for himself. “Petra told me  you have one now. Is she a model? I know you have high taste in women.”

“July?” I questioned, uninterested in the conversation, but I know I had to explain. “I’m marrying her for business. She is the daughter to one of my biggest account. Her father owns 40% of Ambre.” 

I drained the liquor in one gulp. The smoky, spicy heat swamping my senses, burning all the way down into my gut. And for a second, I felt a deep sense of relief.  A relief from all my frustrations. 

He looked over at me. And then he bursts out laughing, clapping me on the shoulder to get a hold of himself. “It’s always about business to you, huh? Every fucking thing that even  your marriage has to be a contract.” 

I chuckle and shook my head. “You will never understand…” I slammed the empty glass on the counter top. “More.” I demanded and George refilled my glass. 

No one fucking gets me. I looked good on the outside, living in a luxurious penthouse and drove the latest cool cars, but on the inside, I was a broke man.

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