2: Mireya’s Hurt

MIREYA

Before I could open my mouth and say anything, he turned me around.

“Wait—”

My protest died in my throat as everything happened too quickly. He cornered me against the wood of the door, as he raised my skirt up. He shift my pant one side.

“Mr. Rothwell…”

He didn’t answer. The room suddenly felt too small, my thoughts tangled between panic, desire, and the lingering effects of the drug Ysa had given me. I felt his cock pressed inside of me… gosh.

“This is wrong,” I whispered, my hands pressing against door, as I tried to create space I didn't actually want.

His hands tightened around me, pinning my arms. “Then tell me to stop.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The fire in my blood was screaming louder than my conscience. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the guilt out of my mind. This was supposed to be my best friend’s father. I shouldn’t have been here, and I shouldn’t have wanted any of this. Yet my body betrayed every sensible thought in my head.

He thrust me gently at first… stretching my entrance, before he increased his thrust. A broken sound escaped my lips, and I immediately covered my mouth to muffle it.

“Oh God…”

His voice came from behind me, dark and gravelly. “Mireya.”

Hearing my name in that tone made everything feel even more real, stripping away my final defenses.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I whispered against the door.

His one hand caressing my boobs, while the other rest on my waist. “You’re the one who came here.” 

He was fucking me hard. “Urgggg” I moaned aloud.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “If you keep moaning like that… I’ll loose it.”

His movements even increased more, and my legs couldn’t carry his weight. He noticed, and picked me, taking me to the bed. Setting my belly on the pillow for support, as he prepare to continue in a doggy-style.

He trust few more times, I cummed, and my release poured on the bed.

“Shit.” He moaned, as my pussy pulled the orgasm from him. We both cum together, breathing hard. He slipped a finger, or two inside my pussy. “You are too needy, your tight pussy still want my fat length.”

I swear, I want more… but I can’t bring myself to ask him. The drugs was wearing off little by little. Before I can stop myself, I climbed on him. His large hands holding my waist, as I ride gently against his hardened cock. While my breast bounced.

How can I ever forget about tonight?

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The Next Morning:

When my eyes finally cleared, the first thing I noticed was warmth. I blinked, then froze. I was lying against Mr. Rothwell’s chest. My heart nearly stopped. What had I done?

I slowly lifted my head, my breath catching in my throat. He was asleep, his features relaxed but still dominant. For a few seconds, I simply stared at him, horrified by the line I had crossed. Then reality crashed over me.

“No…”

I carefully slipped away from him, making sure the sheets didn't rustle. My bare feet touched the floor. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and dressed as quietly as I could, praying he wouldn’t wake up. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to remember. I just wanted to leave.

I opened the door and stepped into the hallway, pulling my collar up to hide the flush on my skin. I barely made it down the stairs before I heard shouting coming from the foyer.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

I froze on the steps. That was Ysa’s voice. I turned toward the sound and saw her standing in the hallway, aggressively arguing with the butler.

“You were supposed to do one simple thing!” she snapped, her face contorted with anger.

“I did exactly what you asked, Miss Ysabel,” Thomas replied, his voice tense.

“Then why did everything go wrong?”

The moment she turned around to pace, her eyes landed directly on me. She stopped. I stopped. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then her eyes widened in complete disbelief.

“Mireya?”

I walked toward her, my anger overriding my fear. “You.”

She immediately looked me up and down, noting my wrinkled clothes and disheveled hair. “Where were you?”

I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp in the house. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

Her expression changed from anger to calculation. “What happened?”

“You gave me that drug, Ysa.”

She went pale, glancing toward the butler. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me!” I was already angry. How can she pretend?

The butler quietly stepped away, sensing the danger. Ysa lowered her voice, stepping closer. “Keep your voice down.”

“You drugged me.” I said to her, at my best friend.

“I was trying to help you.” She said shamelessly.

“Help me?” I yelled. “You call that helping?”

She stared at me, searching my face. Then something suddenly clicked in her expression, a horrific realization dawning on her.

“Wait.” She looked toward the stairs, then back at me. “You didn’t…”

I folded my arms tightly over my chest. “Didn’t what?” I stared at her in disbelief. “You drugged me, sent me into this house, and you sent your butler to have sex with me?”

But her eyes were flashing with a dangerous curiosity. “But you didn’t. Then who did you sleep with?”

My stomach dropped. I couldn’t answer.

Her eyes narrowed. “You slept with someone. You were in this house all night. So who was it?”

I couldn’t tell her. Not her. Not anyone. Because the truth was impossible. I had slept with her father, and somehow, saying those words aloud in my head felt even worse than what had happened.

Phills was probably with another girl right now. The thought came suddenly, cutting through the panic. That bastard didn’t deserve me. Maybe he had never deserved me. Yet my father and stepmother had always refused to let me leave him.

Not because they cared about my happiness, but because of the money, the gifts, and the luxurious lifestyle Phills had been showering them with. To them, I wasn't a daughter; I was an investment, and Phills was the bank.

“Mireya.” Ysa’s voice dragged me back to the nightmare in front of me. I looked at her, my eyes cold. “Who was it? Tell me.”

“You are delusional.”

Her lips parted, trembling slightly. “Who did you slept with?” She asked.

“Why did you drug me?” I demanded back.

She hesitated, looking at her phone. “Phills…”

My expression changed, a knot forming in my chest. “What about him?”

“I tried calling him, he didn’t answer. I tried reporting everything to him.” She confessed.

My heart skipped a beat, a cold dread washing over me. “What did you tell him?”

“That you were here. Fucking my family’s butler”

“So, all this is really about Phill?” I asked. Just as I thought.

For some reason, that hurt more than it should have. Maybe because a part of me had still hoped he’d care enough to save me. Maybe because I was tired of being treated like an object people could use whenever it suited them.

“I’m leaving.” I said, turning around.

“You can’t leave until you tell me who—”

“Ysabel.” A deep, commanding voice echoed through the hallway. Every muscle in my body stiffened instantly. Ysa’s face changed, her bravado vanishing. The butler immediately lowered his head in deference. We all turned.

Mr. Rothwell stood at the top of the stairs. He looked completely composed, as though nothing had happened, as though I hadn’t spent the night in his room. As though he hadn’t held me. As though I hadn’t woken up against his chest.

Ysa looked up at him, her voice small. “Dad?”

He descended the stairs slowly. “What is this noise so early in the morning?”

I couldn’t breathe. Mr. Rothwell reached the bottom of the stairs. His eyes moved across the room, taking in the scene. Then, they found mine.

He stopped. So did my heart.