One Night With My Ex's Father

Lila checked her phone one last time as the elevator climbed to the tenth floor. It was just past seven, and she had picked up Tyler's favorite Thai food from the place on 53rd Street. Extra spicy pad see ew, the way he liked it. She smiled to herself, thinking how nice it would be to surprise him. Lately he had been moody, saying he was stressed about job interviews that never seemed to go anywhere. She paid the rent, the cable, the groceries, everything. But tonight she wanted to remind him they were in this together.The hallway smelled like someone's dinner cooking. She balanced the paper bag in one arm and fished for her key with the other. The door clicked open quietly. She stepped inside, kicking off her shoes."Tyler?" she called softly. "Babe, I'm home early."No answer. The living room lights were on low, the TV off. She set the food on the kitchen counter and noticed something odd. A pair of red high heels sat by the couch. Not hers. They were strappy, expensive-looking

Lila woke up slowly, sunlight pouring across the huge bed like it owned the place. Her body ached in the best way possible. Every muscle reminded her of last night, the way Marcus had pinned her down, the way he had moved inside her until she could not think straight. She shifted under the sheets and felt the warm stickiness between her thighs. He had come inside her again. No condom. The thought sent a hot little thrill straight to her core.She lay there for a minute, listening to the shower running in the bathroom. Water hit the tiles in a steady rhythm. Her mind wandered back to everything. Tyler had never made her feel like this. Never left her sore and satisfied and still wanting more. Marcus had to be in his late forties. Silver threaded through his dark hair, tiny lines at the corners of his eyes. How did a man that age fuck like he was twenty five? The stamina, the strength, the way he knew exactly how to touch her. It made her thighs press together just thinking about it.Th

The phone kept buzzing on the nightstand,Marcus reached for the hotel phone, his jaw set hard, fingers already moving toward the buttons for security.Lila caught his wrist. Her skin still carried the warmth from where he had held her. The sting in her palm from earlier thoughts of revenge mixed with something heavier now. “Don’t call them yet. I want to face him myself.”Marcus studied her for a long moment, his dark eyes searching hers. He nodded once, slow. “I’ll have security watching every step. You go down, you say what you need to say, and you come straight back up. No longer than ten minutes.”She slipped into the emerald dress he had laid out earlier. The fabric slid cool and smooth over her bare skin, hugging her curves in a way that made her stand a little straighter. No underwear, no bra, just the dress and the faint ache between her legs that reminded her exactly where she had been minutes ago. She rode the private elevator down alone, heart pounding louder with every fl

Lila stepped out of the private elevator and the penthouse door opened before she could knock. Marcus stood there in the same black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the top buttons undone. His eyes locked on hers and he did not say a word. He simply reached out, caught her by the waist, and pulled her inside.The door clicked shut behind her. He backed her against it, mouth on hers before she could catch her breath. The kiss was deep and hungry, his tongue sliding against hers like he had been waiting hours instead of minutes. Lila rose on her toes to meet him, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. She tasted the faint trace of whiskey on him and something darker that was just Marcus.He broke the kiss only long enough to rest his forehead against hers. “You came back,” he said, voice low and rough.“I told you I was ready.” Her hands slid up his chest. “At Sarah’s I watched her boyfriend kiss her and all I could think about was you. The way you touch me. The way you feel i

Lila’s fingers tightened around the phone. Marcus stayed buried deep inside her, thick and warm, his hips giving one slow rock that made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. Sarah’s voice sounded small and tense on the other end.“Lila? Tyler just showed up at my door. He’s drunk and furious. He’s demanding to know where you are and he won’t leave. What do I do?”Marcus’s hand slid down Lila’s side and gripped her hip. His eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and steady. He mouthed one word: *Speaker*.Lila put the call on speaker and set the phone on the pillow beside her head. Marcus started moving again, slow and deep, every thrust dragging a quiet gasp from her throat.“Sarah, stay inside,” Lila managed, voice shaky. “Don’t open the door.”Marcus took the phone from her hand without pulling out. “This is Marcus Hale. My security team is already on the way to your address. They will remove him quietly. Lock your door and stay put until they arrive.”Sarah’s relieved breath came throug