Chapter 3

Ella's POV

I came down from the taxi, my shoulder slumped as I walked into the house.

“Ella you're back.” my mother's beaming voice sounded but I wasn't even pleased by it.

“Look I got you a new sneaker today,” she muttered, her tone excited but I only gave a brief smile.

None of these things excites me, nothing! Not her gift, not her packing, not the new father, just nothing. Rather I'm even sadder and overthinking how I'd cope in a new place and since Ryan refused me a second chance, the only thing that brings me joy now was the thought of clubbing this night and f*cking the men to my satisfaction.

Yea that reminds me, they must be chatting me already.

And tonight, I wouldn't be doing it with one at a time, but three of them in the same room with me all at once.

They'd be taking a chance on my pvssy.

Ahh, that already made me happy.

I brought out my phone and began skimming to my room.

My mum didn't notice anything but I think she was happy my mood got elated, even though she didn't know why.

When I got to my room, everything was gone, leaving only boxes in my room. I sighed then jumped on my bed regardless.

“Ella!” my mum’s voice echoed downstairs.

“He’s here, come to the living room now!” Mum’s voice sounded, eager and excited, and for some reason, I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, mum,” I muttered, my voice low, and left.

Today I would finally get to meet the man I've been avoiding to see.

But since we were finally packing into his home, it was best I see him already.

I walked slowly downstairs.

And when I finally saw him, his upper body was muscled and his jaw was just perfect, as I kept staring, something in me tickled—my pvssy.

Gosh, I want to f*ck this man. He looked too hot. I felt like f*cking him right here, but my mother might k!ll herself. So I debunk the thoughts immediately.

I’d just focus on the fun I'd have tonight.

“Hi.” I greeted him courtly and he smiled.

“Finally, I get to meet you, Ella. It's nice to have you as my daughter henceforth,” he muttered and I gave a brief smile.

In seconds, the boys were done taking the boxes into the truck and we were finally ready to leave.

I looked around the living room, my shoulders slumped, a sullen expression casting over my face.

I was moving out of my father's house—we were finally moving out.

For some moment, I got memories bombarding my head and I sighed.

Mum had tried, she stayed up till I grew up to this stage before giving any man a chance.

I don't blame her at all for finally getting married to the man she loves.

But I wasn't happy, not because of her but because of the way our life turned out. I didn't like any of this. I didn't want a stepfather. I wanted my dad. I needed him to be alive so we would continue living as one big family as we used to. But all that could only be a dream now.

I sighed seating down at the back while mum and her man sat at the front.

I was downcasted, moving away for good.

Mum said, my school was close to the place and her man would be dropping me off every day along with his son, so there was no need to change school.

I wondered who this son was and what school he attends.

Well, that wasn't my concern as my head got filled with the fun I planned to have tonight.

After driving for over thirty minutes, we finally arrived at the location.

He drove into the estate and my eyes wowed at the beauty of the place.

I never knew a place like this existed in California.

Does that mean the lousy billionaires I used to f*ck at the club live in such places? Well, my Dad’s house wasn't bad, but this place was too good for us.

I commended mum, at least there was comfort.

When we alighted, my eyes darted off to the huge building standing above my head. It was majestic and pleasing to the eye.

Not bad.. I thought to myself as my mum came beside me. Urging me to go in with the numerous bags she placed in my hand, with my bag pack at my back.

I was struggling to take them with me as they seemed heavy. Just then her man came forward and retrieved them from me.

It was such a nice thing to do. That made him so hot and I began seeing the sexy side of him one more time. My body was beginning to misbehave. And when his finger grazed my hand as he collected the other bag, that was it, my thighs tightened against each other.

I began dripping into my thighs but once again, I had to remind myself that he was my mother's man. And I wouldn't want anything to stress my mum. I wouldn't ruin her new lil new happiness. And just like that, I debunked the thought and lust once again.

When we got inside, it was lovely and clean.

I didn't need anyone to tell me at this point that my mum bagged a billionaire. I commend her for that. She had taste, I sure took the trait from her. I only attracted the wealthiest men and even Ryan was clean and wealthy.

My Dad was rich too, but not as wealthy as this man.

“Ella, your mum will show you to your room, and anything you ever need, you can ask me,” he muttered, his voice light and welcoming.

I gave a brief smile.

“My son isn't back from the field yet, I'm sure when he gets back, you both will meet,” he said and I gave another simple smile, nodding my head, my face softened.

“Let's go to your room Ella.” my mum said and we began going upstairs.

The place was not bad at all, I could study well and also not really be noticed when I go out to the club—now my mother would be busy with her husband, while I go out to f*ck and get f*cked. That thought alone brought me ease. I finally heaved a sigh I didn't know I was holding.

“Is everything okay, Ella?” my mother's voice echoed and I jolted, nodding my head at her.

“It's new place syndrome, Ella. Don't worry you'll soon get used to it. He's a very nice person. You're going to enjoy him.” she muttered and I nodded while smiling genuinely at her. She was my mother, and I always wanted her to be happy and full of life.

Except she used the wrong word about her husband. I didn't know any other way to enjoy men except to get f*cked and licked by them—both the hot older men and young ones. Hence it was best not to want to enjoy her husband at all.

“Is everything okay Ella,” she muttered, worry on her forehead.

“Yes mummy, don't worry about anything and go enjoy life. I love you.” I muttered and she brought me in for a hug.

I hugged her tight, then pecked her.

“Come for food after shower,” she muttered and finally, I was left alone.

My eyes went around my room, it was okay—my taste, I liked it.

I dropped my backpack on the bed and went to the shower.

It was luxurious, and I loved it.

A few minutes later I was done taking my bath.

Now I wondered what to put on as my clothes were still inside the box and hadn't been brought to my room.

I instinctively opened the wardrobe to see whether I could get something to wear, but as I opened it, words left my throat. My eyes opened wide.

Everywhere in the wardrobe were clothes meant for me.

They were beautiful and even more exotic than what I used to have.

Gosh, I was moved. For a moment I felt outrageously loved and overly cared for.

I put on one of the beautiful pyjamas and left downstairs to eat.

Just as I came out of my door, I heard Mum’s voice calling me to come and eat.

When I got to the living room, they were already sitting at the dining table.

“My son will be joining us soon. Let's eat,” he muttered, his face a bit stressed and disappointed.

I watched him as he kept dialing a number on his screen. Maybe he wanted us to have our first dinner as one big happy family but his son refused to show up.

I wasn't holding anything against the son for that, he was a man, a young one at that. Maybe he went gaming, or even f*cking holes who cares.

I debunked every thought and began eating.

A few minutes later, I was done, they were done and we all excused ourselves.

It was past seven already and I also needed to study before I sneak out and then come back to sleep, so I bade everyone goodnight and left for my room.

When I got to my room, I brought out my books and began reading for the test we would be having tomorrow. I was fast and twenty pages were nothing to me.

So I began reading vigorously and minutes later, I was done, dressed in a mini clothe that I always had in my bag, and sat down waiting for when the coast was clear.