One Night with a Hot Daddy

Selena squirmed softly, her head feeling heavy as if it had been hit by a hammer. She groaned, trying to open her eyes, but the glare from the sunlight coming through the window made her squint.As her consciousness began to return, she felt something strange.Wait...The sheets under her body were warm. And... wait a minute. This wasn't her room! Her eyes flew wide open. She froze, turning her head to the side.There, a man slept soundly with his chest exposed, displaying perfectly formed abdominal muscles. His skin was slightly tanned, his face masculine, with a sharp jawline and a perfect nose. His black hair was a little messy but still looked incredibly seductive.But that's not what shocked Selena. She looked down, seeing herself without a single thread on her body. Instantly, her blood rushed.When her eyes caught sight of the faint red stain on the white sheets, her heart sank.Oh my!A trembling hand covered her mouth. She tried to remember what happened last night, but there

Dominic sat in his study, staring at the laptop screen with a sharp expression. In front of him was a full report that had just been sent by his confidant, Selena Vaughn.Her marriage to David Laurent had never been made public. In fact, none of the media were even aware of their relationship.Dominic had only discovered a fact that was enough to make him pity her: Selena's mother had been in a coma in the hospital for a year.Dominic closed his laptop and then reached for his cell phone. He called Selena, inviting her to his private apartment located in the city center.An hour later, Selena appeared at the door.Once inside, she immediately scanned the room with her gaze. "How luxurious," she murmured with a small smile. "No wonder you can give away a billion just like that."Dominic only smiled slightly. "Have a seat."Selena walked over to the sofa and sat down casually. Her eyes looked at Dominic quizzically."What brings me here, Uncle?" she asked directly.Dominic sat opposite

Selena lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room with empty eyes. She wasn't really sleeping, just waiting. And finally, as the clock passed twelve o'clock at night, she heard the sound of the bedroom door opening very carefully. David came out. Selena held her breath, waiting a few seconds before slowly getting up and following him in silence. She had expected this. She saw David walking down the hallway towards the guest room where Lilian was staying. Selena pressed her body against the wall, hiding in the shadows as she watched her husband knock softly on the door. It didn't take long before the door opened slightly, then wide enough to let David in. Selena bit her lip, holding back the anger that rumbled in her chest. She approached with silent steps, standing just outside the room. "Are you asleep?" David's voice sounded low and soft. Selena closed her eyes for a moment, trying to restrain herself from breaking down the door and slapping her husband.

Dominic leaned back casually on the sofa with his eyes closed, enjoying the gentle pressure of Selena's fingers on his shoulders. The massage felt better than he could have imagined. "You're quite talented at this," he murmured without opening his eyes. Selena gave a small smile. "Of course I am. I've worked in spas before." Dominic opened one eye, looking at her skeptically. "Seriously?" Selena chuckled. "No, no. I only used to massage my mom when she was healthy." Dominic nodded slowly, going back to enjoying Selena's touch. But suddenly, he felt something different. Selena's hands descended slowly to his chest, her fingers brushing gently over the shirt he was still wearing. Dominic smiled without opening his eyes. "You're getting bold, hm?" Selena didn't answer. Instead, she moved closer, then deliberately pressed her body against Dominic's. Feeling intrigued by her play, Dominic pulled Selena's waist with one hand, making her fall onto his lap. "How brave," his

The soft click of the door sounded as Selena entered it. It was raining, and her leather jacket was wet at the shoulders. She placed her bag on the living room table, took off her shoes, and called softly, "Lilian?"There was no answer. The house felt too quiet, like an empty stage with no performers. Selena took a deep breath. "Maybe she's sleeping," she muttered to herself, trying to quell the tension that was faintly creeping up.She climbed the stairs slowly. Her steps were light, almost silent. The door to Lilian's room was slightly ajar. Selena approached, wanting to check if her best friend was really sleeping. But as she stood in the doorway, the world seemed to stop.David was supposed to be her husband. The man who swore at the altar to love her.And Lilian. Her best friend since college. Someone she already considered like a sister.The two of them were making out. Lilian's neck is traced by David's lips. Their bodies are joined, naked, in a passionate embrace. The bed was