Chapter 7:The secret

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 watched with a cold anger building in my chest. My own son was cheating on Elara with her best friend and laughing about it.

I had the footage. I could show Elara right now and end this. But something stopped me. She was already struggling with guilt over what happened between us. Dropping this on her too soon might break her completely. I needed to protect her first. I needed her to see the truth slowly, so she would turn to me when everything fell apart.

I stopped the recording and saved the file. “Not yet,” I muttered to myself. “She’s not ready.”

I started the car and drove away, my mind full of Elara. She was so young, so pure, and caught in the middle of all this mess. I had bought the club this morning just to keep her safe from bastards like her old boss. I wanted her out of that waitress uniform and focused on her future. But more than that, I wanted her away from Kael.

She was mine now even if she didn’t fully know it yet.

Back to Elara’s POV

That night, back in my dorm, I lay on my bed thinking about Damien. He bought the whole club just to protect the girls especially me. He offered to help with my college fees. He came to rescue me when those guys attacked me. He seemed to really care. It felt sweet and scary at the same time.

I picked up my phone and called Kael. I wanted to hear his voice, to remind myself that he was my boyfriend. But the line was busy. It kept saying “caller busy.” I tried again and again. No answer.

I stared at the ceiling, my mind spinning. Why was Kael’s phone always busy lately? Damien’s words from the party echoed in my head “He’s a playboy.” But then I thought about how kind Damien had been today. He was older, mature, and he actually listened to me. He made me feel safe.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “Why am I thinking about him so much?”

I knew it was wrong. I had a boyfriend. But Damien’s touch, his protection, and the way he looked at me… it was getting harder to push away. I turned off the lights and tried to sleep, but my body still remembered how good it felt when he was deep inside me in the car.

Tomorrow I would try harder to be loyal to Kael. I had to.

But deep down, I was starting to wonder if I could really stay away from Damien.