Chapter 2

The walk home was short, but Lexie’s steps felt heavy, her chest still tight from what she had witnessed. Kira’s moans echoed in her ears like a haunting melody she couldn’t shut off. The image of Simone on top of Kira on her bed burned in her mind like fire she couldn’t put out. When she reached her father’s house, her face was still streaked with dried tears, and her hands shook as she fumbled with the gate. The place was quiet. No car in the driveway. No music or voices from inside. She sighed, thinking her father had probably gone out and, as usual, forgotten to lock the door.

“Typical,” she muttered under her breath.

She pushed the door open and stepped in. The living room was empty, the air faintly smelling of old furniture and lemon polish. She dropped her bag on the couch and leaned against the wall, letting her head fall back.

Alone at last.

Her bathroom tap had been clogged for days, and she was too exhausted to argue with the plumber again. So she grabbed a towel and decided to use the other bathroom down the hall, the one her father rarely used. The shower water was hot against her skin, steam wrapping her body in a comforting embrace. She let the water run down her chest, over her aching muscles, washing away some of the pain clinging to her heart. For a moment, she almost forgot. Almost.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, she didn’t bother putting on clothes. The towel was still in her hand, but she felt too raw, too broken, to care. Naked, she trudged softly into the hallway, droplets of water sliding down her thighs.

And then she froze.

Standing at the other end of the hallway was a man. A tall, broad-shouldered man, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair flickers of gray, his chest glistened faintly with water, His white skin was smooth for his age, stretched over hard muscles.

Lexie’s eyes widened, her breath caught.

“Mr… James?”

Kira’s father.

The man’s grey eyes roamed over her body in slow, deliberate silence. His lips curled into something between a smirk and a hungry smile.

“Well, hello, Lexie,” he said, his deep voice calm, but his eyes devouring her.

She stumbled back a step, clutching the towel to her chest now. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Your father invited me,” he said smoothly. “I just came back from overseas. Thought I’d spend a week here, catch up with an old friend, and also Kira.”

Lexie’s heart pounded in her ears. Kira’s father. My girlfriend’s father. But this wasn’t the first time she had felt his stare. The memory of Kira’s nineteenth birthday party flashed in her mind. By the pool, Lexie is in her swimsuit, laughing with Kira. She remembered looking up and finding his eyes on her too long, too heavy, filled with something that made her skin prickle. At the time, she had brushed it off. But now…Now she knew.

Mr. James took a step closer. Lexie’s breath hitched, her grip on the towel tightening. His gaze was firm, unashamed, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“You’ve grown,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on her chest, the towel barely covering her. “More beautiful than I imagined.”

Lexie’s throat went dry. She should run. She should scream. She should cover herself and leave. But her body betrayed her, rooted to the spot, skin burning under his stare.

“Mr. James, this is….this is wrong,” she stammered.

“Wrong?” He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. “Or exactly what you’ve been craving since the day you caught me watching you by the pool?”

Her stomach flipped. Shame burned her cheeks. He remembered.

Before she could reply, he was in front of her, his towel brushing against hers, the scent of his cologne and warm skin filling her senses. He lifted her chin with one finger, forcing her eyes to meet his.

“You don’t need to hide, Lexie.” His voice dropped low, husky. “I’ve wanted you since that night. And I think you’ve wanted me too.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her body trembled as his thumb brushed her bottom lip.

Was it the betrayal from Kira or it’s has it always been there, why is she suddenly craving for her girlfriend's father’s touch?

But James didn’t spare her time to reminisce in her thoughts. His mouth came upon hers. Hot, demanding, hungry.

Lexie gasped, the towel slipping from her grip as his hands gripped her waist. She was bare against him, his skin burning against her own. Her mind screamed no but her body arched into him, betraying her completely.

When his tongue slid into her mouth, she whimpered, clutching his shoulders as if she’d drown without him. His hands trailed down her back, squeezing her ass, pulling her closer.

“God, I’ve dreamed of this,” he groaned against her lips. “Every fucking night.”

He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around him on instinct, her wetness already slick against his towel.

“Please,” she whispered, not even knowing what she was begging for, her body was on fire and she greedily yearned for water, aroused in a way she had never felt before.

Lexie wrapped her arms around James's neck.

“Please what, little peach?” he teased, grinding his cock against her soaked folds through the thin fabric.

Lexie buried her face in his neck, shame and desire battling inside her. “Please… fuck me.” That was all he needed. The towel dropped from his waist. His cock, thick and hard, pressed against her entrance. He slid her down onto him in one slow, devastating thrust.

Lexie cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body stretching around him. He filled her, deeper than she had ever felt before.

“Fuck,” James groaned, his forehead pressed against hers. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”

She whimpered, clinging to him as he began to move, slow at first, then harder, deeper. Each thrust slammed her against the wall, her moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips.

She hated herself for wanting it. Hated how good it felt.

His mouth devoured her neck, his teeth scraping her skin. “You belong to me now,” he growled, his voice dark, possessive.

“Mr. James…”

“Call me Daddy,” he cut in, his thrusts pounding harder, making her toes curl.

Lexie’s cry echoed through the hallway. Her body betrayed her, hips rolling, pussy clenching around him.

She came undone with a loud moan, shaking in his arms. He groaned, shoving deeper, filling her with every inch until he spilled inside her, his growl vibrating against her skin.

When it was over, he didn’t let go. He held her tight, kissing her jaw with a gentleness that only made the guilt worse. Reality crashed back down on her. She pushed weakly at his chest, sliding down to the floor, her legs trembling. She quickly wrapped the towel back around herself, her eyes wet with shame.

“This can’t happen again,” she whispered, backing away.

But Mr. James only smirked, his gaze heavy with satisfaction. “Oh, Lexie… this is only the beginning.”