LOGINJonathan"s POV
I shut the door behind me hurriedly, running back to finish the meal I was enjoying But the room is empty. I ran my hands through my dark hair, my jaw clenching. Where did she go? And who was she? To hell with that slut who ran away. I scanned the room if she had stolen anything, but everything was still in place. I reached for the drawer beside my bed and pulled it open, bringing out a bottle of lube before lying back on the bed. I gently apply the lube on my cock and begin to wank it. "Fuck" I curse under my breath, recalling how she had swirled her tongue over my cock. It was clear she had no experience, but her mouth felt so good! I could not deny that it was the tighten hole I had ever had my cock into, in my 45 years of living. Morning comes with a headache and a sense that something is wrong. Not the type of wrong that comes after a night with a hangover. It was quiet. Like I missed a detail. The hotel room is spotless, not a trace left behind. Whoever she was, she's gone without a sound. That's the first thing that bothers me. Women who come through Capri don't leave like that. They linger, ask questions, or demand for something, like money, reassurance, or food at least. This one takes nothing. I sit up slowly, pressing my fingers against the bed. My phone buzzes on the bedside. Capri. "You alive?" he asks when I answer "Barely" I mutter He laughs. "Well, good morning". I hesitate "Who did you send?" There's a pause on the line.. Capri doesn't pause often "What do you mean?" "I mean," I say evenly, "she didn't behave like your usual arrangement". Silence follows "She disappeared, she didn't even ask for money". ''I didn't order anyone" he answers, "there must be a misunderstanding. I'm coming to your room right now." We're alone this time, standing near the balcony "You never sent anyone?" I ask. Capri exhales "I was going to" I turn to him slowly… "I ran into Bella at the gala," he admits. That gets my full attention "She didn't say much," he continues. "She didn't have to. She asked one question, if you were in town. And I knew" "Knew what?" "That even without a confirmation, she'd come looking for you". My jaw tightens. "So you canceled?" "I didn't even place the call," he says carefully. "Didn't want anyone showing up, asking questions, or worse, being seen by Bella." I look away, angry but still feeling guilty "You've been gone for five years," Capri adds. "But she still looks for you. I wasn't about to be the reason she walked into something she wasn't ready for." "Something's not right" I whisper, loud enough for him to hear. "I spent the night with someone yesterday, she was so tight, so naive but rode me like a hungry lioness", I say slowly "She cries like a baby and her moans sound beautiful. I felt alive" I let out a breath "So whoever I spent the night with, was never meant to be here?" Capri nods. "Exactly." Confusion is written all over my face. Across my mind flashes the lady again, her voice, her moans, the way she was never the one I was waiting for. "And Bella?" Capri asks "She found me, and we talked. Just like old times" "We were outside for a while, and when I got back, she was gone" I close my eyes and suddenly the weight of the night presses heavier. And then, I feel it. The hunger for her. "She's not meant for you. Don't even think about it" Capri says flatly. "You'll never meet her again, and even if you do, it wouldn't last." I stare at the city's lights, my thoughts elsewhere as my jaw tightens. "You didn't even focus on Bella," Capri continues. "She's your daughter. She's the one who needs your attention. You've got a daughter who's waiting on you and you're chasing shadows." I stay quiet. Capri doesn't push further. He knows when to stop. And so since I can't have the girl I yearn for, I might as well pay attention to my daughter and try to be there for her.Rachael's POVThe room is already too loud when I walk in.Fabric samples cover the long table, silks, satins, and lace in shades of ivory, champagne, and blush. The wedding planner talks endlessly about color themes and preparation, but my head is pounding. Everything feels too tight, too fast like my life is being folded into neat squares without my permission.Bella squeezes my hand beside me."You okay?" she whispers.I nod. I've mastered that response.Clinton shows up 3 hours later, walking hand in hand with a woman I've never seen before.She's beautiful in an effortless way. Long legs, glowy hair, and curved.She has her hands linked in his, as she belongs with him.They walk in together, not rushed, not apologetic. As if they're the ones doing us a favor by showing up.She sits across the table, flipping through the fabric book like she owns the place."This is Jessica," the planner says brightly. "She'll be assisting with some of the styling decisions."Assisting.I blink.A
Rachael's POVStanding at the center of the hall. Dressed sharply, holding hands with Bella. My stomach drops, my chest tightens. My heart races in a way that is almost emmbarrassing. He isn't supposed to be here, not tonight.My hands reach for the tablecloth, gripping it. My legs feel heavy, the memories of the night in France, flooding back. His voice, his touch, the way he moved"Rachael!" Bella screams in excitement.She rushes down to me, her grip tight on my hand as she pulls me forward, straight into him.Toward the man who is not supposed to exist in this version of my life.I force a smile, my eyes glued to the floor. I don't look at him yet, I can't. If I do, I might forget where I am. Who I'm meant to be tonight.Bella is glowing, " Come on, I want you to meet them properly."As if seeing him isn't already undoing me.He's standing there like nothing ever happened. Calm collected. His face is unreadable, but his eyes, those eyes, hold something sharp."Rachael", Bella says
Rachael's POV "Rachael" Bella whispers I sit up in bed lazily, "What do you want now?" "You still haven't said anything about the other night" she says smirking. "There's nothing to talk about." "So where did you run off to?" "You wouldn't let me be, would you?" I sigh "Not until you give me the details." I exhale, calculating what to say in my head. "Okay fine", I pause. "I met this guy, we talked for a while, we shared a kiss and I came back to the hotel." She gives me this twisted look, and then says "Do I look like a six year old" I lay down, turning my back to her Bella has always been the one to hold my secrets, and now, I'm keeping one from her. "It's fine if you don't want to say anything", she says leaning over me. "I also have a surprise for you." Laughing softly, she turns her back on me. What could she be talking about? Before I turn to ask, we are interrupted by a knock on the door. "It's past 10 am already, you don't want The Brooks to think you can't ke
Jonathan"s POVI shut the door behind me hurriedly, running back to finish the meal I was enjoyingBut the room is empty.I ran my hands through my dark hair, my jaw clenching.Where did she go? And who was she?To hell with that slut who ran away. I scanned the room if she had stolen anything, but everything was still in place.I reached for the drawer beside my bed and pulled it open, bringing out a bottle of lube before lying back on the bed.I gently apply the lube on my cock and begin to wank it."Fuck" I curse under my breath, recalling how she had swirled her tongue over my cock.It was clear she had no experience, but her mouth felt so good! I could not deny that it was the tighten hole I had ever had my cock into, in my 45 years of living.Morning comes with a headache and a sense that something is wrong.Not the type of wrong that comes after a night with a hangover. It was quiet. Like I missed a detail.The hotel room is spotless, not a trace left behind. Whoever she was, s
Rachael's POVI didn't look back when leaving the room. Jonathan left the room with Bella laughing, trying to catch up. I take a while, catch my breath, and walk away before he can return. I pull the door shut quietly, my fingers trembling before me. The hallway felt too long, every step away from that room felt heavier than the last.Jonathan HillsThe name burns in my mind. I keep my head down as I exit the hotel, afraid that if I lift my eyes, someone would see it written all over my face.By the time I reach my own hotel room, the adrenaline had faded, leaving guilt.I lock the door behind me, not just because of running, but because of what had just happened. My first sex was with my best friend's father.I reached for my clothes and pulled them off heading along with my panties. I go into the bathtub and turn on the shower. It felt good to have warm water washing down my body.I felt so hot! And it was because of my best friend's father?Before I realise, I slowly move my hands
Rachael's POVThis feeling was sensational, from the way he flips me on the bed and increases his pace, I was loving all of itThe hotel's cellphone rang, and he ignored it for the first few times, then, after a while, he slowly pulled it out and went over to answer it."Yes this is Jonathan" he answers"Of course you can send her upstairs," he continues.Send who?He hangs up the phone and packs up my clothes, shoving me into the wardrobe.He said he isn't married so who could this possibly be?I hide as Jonathan opens the door, and the voice that follows is unmistakable."Daddy!" a girl echoed. From where I stand, I see Bella step inside.And the truth immediately hits… Jonathan Hills, the man I had just lost my virginity to and shared a one-night stand with, is her best friend's father***A few days before"Rachael, this marriage is not up for discussion" my mother's voice, calm and calculated. The tone she uses when she's already finalized and is just informing me. "It's about du







