ログインDamien’s POV
After I left Elara’s dorm, I drove straight back to the party. The music was still loud, but the crowd had thinned a little. I knew exactly what kind of trouble my son was getting into. Kael was never one to stay faithful, especially on his own birthday. I had seen this too many times before. I pushed through the people, searching every corner of the living room and kitchen. No sign of him. Then something clicked in my mind the guest room upstairs. That was always his favorite spot for his little games. I climbed the stairs two at a time and opened the door without knocking. There he was. Kael was on the bed with two girls, their clothes half off, moaning and laughing. One girl was riding him while the other kissed his neck. The room smelled of alcohol and sex. I felt disgust rise in my chest. “Get out,” I said loudly to the two girls. They looked up, startled, and quickly grabbed their clothes. They rushed past me and out of the room. Kael sat up, pulling the sheet over himself, looking annoyed. “Hey, what the hell, Dad?” he complained. I stepped closer, my voice low and angry. “You left your girlfriend in the middle of your own party. She’s gone. She was attacked by some men on the street. If it wasn’t for me, who knows what would have happened to her.” Kael shrugged like it was nothing. “She’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.” I grabbed his shoulder hard. “And I don’t want you bringing any other girls into my house anymore. This is my home, not your personal playground. Grow up, Kael. Elara is a good girl. She doesn’t deserve this.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re always overreacting.” I stared at him for a long moment, then turned and left the room. My blood was boiling. I knew my son too well. He was a playboy through and through. But Elara… she was different. Young, innocent, and now caught in the middle. I couldn’t stop thinking about her soft body under mine, the way she moaned my name, and how she couldn’t say no even when guilt filled her eyes. I needed to protect her even if it meant keeping her away from my own son. Elara’s POV I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark and quiet, but my mind was loud. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Damien told me at the party that Kael was a playboy who used girls. But that wasn’t the main issue anymore. The real problem was Damien himself. I kept remembering his strong hands on my ass, the way he lifted me so easily, and how hard he fucked me right here on this same bed. His thick cock stretching me, his deep groans, the way he kissed my forehead before leaving. My body still felt sore and warm from him. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his intense dark eyes looking down at me. “This is the last time,” I whispered to myself. “It was a mistake. It won’t happen again. I have a boyfriend. Damien is his father. I have to stop this.” My phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up quickly. It was Kael calling. My heart jumped a little. I answered. “Hello?” “Baby, I’m so sorry,” Kael said right away. His voice sounded tired but sweet. “I had a really bad headache at the party. I left early to rest for a while. I didn’t want to ruin your night. Forgive me?” I let out a long breath. Hearing his apology made my mind feel calmer. Maybe Damien was just lying to get close to me again. Maybe he was saying those bad things about Kael so he could sleep with me. Kael sounded genuine. He cared enough to call and explain. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “I was worried about you.” We talked for a few more minutes. He promised to make it up to me soon. When I hung up, I felt better. Kael wasn’t perfect, but he was my boyfriend. I had only been with him for a week, and I wanted to give him a chance. But the problem was Damien. I couldn’t resist him. His touch made my whole body burn. His eyes looked at me like he could see through all my lies. Oh my god, help me. How was I supposed to stay away when every time he was near, I felt that same hungry pull between my legs? I pulled the blanket tighter around me and tried to sleep. Tomorrow I would focus on Kael. I would forget about Damien and the way he made me scream. This secret had to stay buried. It couldn’t happen again. But even as I thought that, a small voice in my head whispered that it might already be too late.Damien’s POVMy phone rang very early in the morning, cutting through the silence of my penthouse. I was still half asleep, and the sound made me angry. I reached for the phone with a frown, ready to shout at whoever was calling so early. But when I saw the name on the screen, my mood changed instantly.It was Lucas, my private investigator.He was the best I had ever worked with. For the past three years, he had handled many important and delicate tasks for me. He was quiet, fast, and always got results. That was why I trusted him with finding Elara. I knew if anyone could locate her, it would be him.I answered the call quickly. “Tell me you have good news.”“I found her, sir,” Lucas said in his usual calm voice. “She’s staying at a cheap motel on the east side of town, near that small local bar called Blue Moon. Room 17. She works there as a waitress. She goes to school during the day and comes back late at night.”A rush of relief and happiness filled my chest. Finally. I now knew
ElaraThe days after I blocked Damien’s number felt heavy and empty. I became very distant from everyone. At school, I walked with my head down and avoided talking to people. When I saw Kael in the hallways or near the cafeteria, I quickly changed direction or hid behind other students. I did not want to face him or hear his cruel words again. Every time our eyes met, he gave me a mocking smile, but I ignored him completely and kept walking.My life became a simple routine. I woke up early, went to my classes, then headed straight to the local bar for my evening shift. The work was tiring. My feet hurt from standing long hours, and my arms ached from carrying heavy trays. But I kept working hard. The pay was enough to pay for my small motel room and simple meals. I told myself this was better. This was me taking control of my life again.At night, when I returned to the motel, the room felt lonely and cold. I would take a shower, lie on the hard bed, and try to sleep. But sleep never
ElaraThe next morning, I woke up feeling heavy inside my chest. Damien’s penthouse was quiet and beautiful, with soft sunlight coming through the big windows. For a moment, everything felt peaceful. Then the guilt hit me again, stronger than before.I had slept with my boyfriend’s father. Not once, not twice, but many times now. And yesterday, after everything exploded with Kael and Selene, I had run straight into Damien’s arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. I let him hold me. I let him fuck me. And worst of all, I enjoyed every second of it.How could I be this kind of girl?I quietly got out of bed and took a quick shower. When I came out, Damien was already dressed in one of his expensive shirts, looking tall and handsome as always. He smiled when he saw me, but I couldn’t smile back the same way.“I have to go to school today,” I said softly, avoiding his eyes. “I have classes.”He nodded slowly. “I can drive you.”“No,” I said quickly. “I’ll take the bus. I nee
ElaraI woke up to sunlight filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across silk sheets that felt far too expensive against my skin. My body ached in the most intimate places a deep, delicious soreness between my thighs that reminded me of every thrust, every groan, every time Damien had claimed me last night.This wasn’t my small dorm bed. This was Damien’s penthouse. His massive king-sized bed. His world.I sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to my bare chest. The events of yesterday crashed over me like ice water: the video playing on the TV, Kael’s cruel smirk, Selene on her knees begging for forgiveness, the looks of shock and pity from our friends. The way I had run straight into Damien’s arms afterward, crying until I had no tears left.And then… the way he had fucked me like I was the only thing that mattered in his universe.A wave of shame burned through me, but it was weaker than before. Mixed with something far more dangerous longing.The bedroom
I spent the whole day feeling restless. Damien’s offer to stop working as a waitress kept playing in my head. He seemed so caring, buying the club just to protect me and the other girls. But Kael’s phone was still busy every time I tried calling him. I told myself it was nothing. Maybe he was really busy.That evening, after my short shift at the club, I decided to surprise Kael. I went to his favorite hangout spot near campus a quiet park where we sometimes met. As I walked closer, I heard familiar laughter. My steps slowed. Behind some trees, I saw them.I couldn’t believe my eyes. Behind the trees in the quiet park, Kael and Selene were kissing passionately. Selene’s hand was inside Kael’s shirt while he squeezed her breast. They looked so comfortable together, like they had done this many times. My stomach twisted painfully. My boyfriend and my best friend.I turned around quickly before they could see me and ran all the way back to my dorm. Tears blurred my vision. When I got insi
Damien’s POV I sat in my car a few blocks away from the motel, my phone screen glowing in the dim light. The hidden camera feed from Kael’s usual spots and the tracker I had on him showed everything clearly. Lucas, my private guy, had done a good job.There he was my son, in a cheap motel room with Selene. Elara’s best friend. The same girl who pretended to be loyal to her.Selene was on top of Kael, riding him hard, her tits bouncing as she moaned loudly. “Fuck me, Kael… harder!” she cried out.Kael gripped her ass and thrust up into her, groaning. “You’re so much tighter than Elara,” he laughed between breaths. “She’s too innocent. Doesn’t know how to take it like you do.”Selene giggled and leaned down to kiss him sloppily. “Don’t worry. She’ll never find out. I keep telling her how sweet you are.”They kept going, switching positions. Kael fucked Selene from behind, slapping her ass while she screamed his name. The camera caught every moan, every dirty word, every thrust. I watch







