BF'S DAD: SPITE AND WINE

CHLOE

“You’re too vanilla, Chloe. You’re too posh and mighty. You don’t even know how to make a man cum properly. Just missionary, and I’m fucking tired.”

Chad's words feel like acid dripping into my veins. That is his justification for cheating on me.

The wine glass clicks against the nightstand, empty for the second time in an hour.

My skin is burning even though the air conditioner is on.

The Vance estate in the Hamptons is supposed to be my sanctuary—a multi-million-dollar fortress where I can spend my post-graduation summer hiding from the wreckage of my life.

But the silence of the massive bedroom isn’t healing me. It is making my head spin with the echoes of a voice I despised.

"Vanilla," I laugh bitterly. "I’ll show you vanilla, you bastard."

A wave of adrenaline surges through my body, fueled by the wine and a need to reclaim my power. I want to crush his ego the way he crushed mine.

Without thinking, I grab my iPhone and prop it securely against the base of the crystal lamp on the nightstand. I angle the lens perfectly toward the middle of the king-sized bed, ensuring the sheets are fully in frame.

Stepping back, I unknot my pink robe.

It slides off my shoulders, pooling around my ankles on the floor. I stand entirely naked in front of the camera.

I pick up the silicone dildo from the bed—the one Maya, one of my best friends, joked about when we bought it as a gag graduation gift. Maya thought I was insane for even keeping it, let alone planning this revenge.

But she isn't here to stop me. She is out at a beach party, leaving me to drown alone.

I search for Chad’s name and his corporate rival, Carter Woodson, then click the record button.

"Watch closely," I mutter. "Let's see how vanilla Carter thinks I am when this hits his phone tomorrow morning."

I fall back onto the mattress, spreading my legs wide in full view of the camera. The dildo presses against my thigh as I reach down, my thumb finding my clit. My middle finger begins to flick it slowly, over and over, demanding my body to react to the anger coursing through me.

I am already wet, fueled by vengeance.

With a gasp, I align the tip of the toy with my entrance and drive it deep into my hole in one hard thrust.

A breathless moan leaves my throat as my body stretches around it. I force myself to stare directly back at the camera, my breathing coming in heavy, desperate pants as I pump the toy inside myself, arching my back off the sheets.

The spite turns into pleasure. I push myself harder, faster, bucking my hips until I swallow the dildo whole.

The tension in my lower stomach coils tightly, causing me to increase the speed on my clit.

Fuck, I am so close. My legs shake violently as the orgasm attacks me.

Deliberately, I moan Carter's name in a high-pitched voice as the ecstasy shatters my brain so hard I barely hear the rap on the door until it swings open.

I am basking in my orgasm, waiting for Maya to yell at me for my recklessness. But when I look up through my messy hair… I see a broad-shadowed man standing before me.

“Arrrhh!” I yell as his face comes into view.

Marcus Vance.

He stands perfectly still in his suit, his tie slightly loosened and his eyes locked onto my open legs.

God!

In a panic, I yank the toy out, throw it blindly across the bed, and pull the duvet over my body and face. 

“Mr. Vance... I’m sorry... I... ”

I am still apologizing when I hear the door slam shut.

For a second my heart stops, before I breathe in relief. He’s gone, I think, my eyes closing tightly as I try to stop shaking. It is going to be one hell of a week seeing him in the house after this, but I can breathe for a moment.

Slowly, I throw open the duvet, only to find him still standing in the room.

My lungs  stop working as he snatches up my phone from the stand.

“Mr. Vance, no... ” I force myself up with the duvet, which slides off my waist, tripping me.

My heart lurches forward and I wait to fall, but my breasts are squished against solid muscle.

My face reddens as I stare down at his shoes.

Then he pulls me up.

“Please... give me my phone.” I turn my face away, trying so hard to cover what is left of my dignity.

His deep, gravelly voice rings through the room, ignoring my pleas.

"'Thought you might want a taste of what Chad’s been neglecting while he’s busy copying your reports.'" He stops reading. I feel his gaze on me, and I refuse to look at him. "You were going to send a video of yourself to Chad and Carter? To a corporate office server?"

I swallow the lump in my throat, gripping the duvet tighter against my chest. "He cheated on me and I have to get him back," I mutter.

He chuckles deeply, sending a shiver down my spine. I hear him tapping my phone.

“Here.” He grabs my hand and places the phone in it.

The sudden contact causes a weird jolt between my legs, making me withdraw my hand with a sharp gasp.

"I deleted it, because clearly you are not thinking straight.” His tone is too calm for someone who just walked in on me touching myself.

Or maybe it is my stupid, perverted mind, because right now, I can see how beautiful his face looks. The veins in his arms are visible and God, my nipples are already hardening.

"You had no right to delete that!" I raise my voice a bit, trying to keep my mind in check.

"I have every right in my own house when my guest is about to destroy her entire life.”

He leans closer to me, and suddenly the room grows hotter. His eyes rake over my flushed shoulders before finding my face. 

"Look at me, Chloe."

I raise my eyes.

"You are a brilliant girl. You graduated at the top of your class," his baritone courses through my veins. "You are the heiress apparent to your mother’s global logistics empire. Do you have any idea what happens to your family, to your inheritance, and to your reputation if your nudes end up on a corporate server for a boy like Chad to distribute?"

"I... wasn't thinking," I whisper.

"Clearly," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on my mouth a second too long. "He is just a stupid boy. And you are handing his coworkers blackmail material to use against you, not him. Having your body exposed to the internet for a child's ego is not worth it. You are far better than that."

I can't speak. The intensity of his presence, mixed with the lingering aftershocks of my orgasm, makes my head light.

Marcus pulls his hand out of his pocket. He reaches out, his rough index finger gently hooking under my chin, forcing me to look directly into his dark, predatory eyes. The heat from his skin makes my entire body flush all over again.

"If you want to prove you aren't vanilla, you don't do it with a piece of plastic," he whispers, his thumb lightly brushing the sensitive skin of my jaw. "And you certainly don't do it to impress children."

He pulls his hand back, straightening his posture until he is towering over me once more. My lips part as I stare at him. Was he offering me revenge? Were we going to have sex?