Chapter 3

Laura's POV

My fingers were dripping with my juices, and my heart was beating fast.

She caught me. She heard everything. She heard me moaning her father’s name.

“Laura?” She called. “What's with the noise?”

Noise?

Ohh… The lights were off, she didn't see anything.

“I… I…”

She moved closer to me. She sat on my bed, and she turned on the bedside lamp. Thank goodness I didn't take the duvet off my body.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

The sincerity in her eyes made me feel bad for what I just did.

“I am fine.”

“Ohh… I went to the kitchen to get milk. But I was hearing noises from your room.”

“Yeah… I was praying,” I lied.

Praying. That was the only good lie I could find. It's normal to pray late at night.

“Really?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes… Our exams are around the corner.” I faked a smile.

“Cool.”

She stood up, she smiled back at me. “I'd leave now,” she said.

I rolled my eyes at her, but she didn't see me, she already turned to leave.

What a way to ruin my fun. I can't have her father in real life, yet I can't have him in my fantasy too.

She shut the door close. I hissed. I know she didn't believe me.

I couldn't continue anymore, she already killed the mood. I sighed, and after countless minutes, sleep took over me.

The next day, I was dragged over to the Steels mansion again. It was a weekend. Brenda said her father asked for a little family time. They had always considered me their family.

Who wouldn't? It's been years, and I made sure to play my good girl card perfectly.

We were in Brenda's room when she got a call from a guy.

“Hi…” She said through the phone as she smiled sheepishly. “I am good, thanks.”

She knows he can't see her, right?

“Yeah… Sure, I'd be there. Just give me thirty minutes,” her smile grew wider.

She hung up the call, and she jumped excitedly.

“He asked me out on a date!”

“It isn't your first date. Why are you so happy?” I asked, raising my brows in a teasing manner. Brenda rarely gets excited when she is being asked out.

“It's the guy from yesterday’s party.”

“Ohhh,” my mouth formed a circle.

“I'd get going now… See ya later. And ohh, Daddy asked for lunch downstairs. I guess it would be only you two.”

She grabbed her handbag, and she sped out the room.

Only us two? Me and Damian? Alone?

No. Why did Brenda have to leave? I can't bear being alone with him.

I paced around the room, already dreading what was to come. Everything about Damian unsettles me.

I checked my wrist. It was almost 3pm. Damian never liked lateness, and 3pm was the usual time for the family lunch, which only happens once in a while. But Brenda cherished it, so I had to pretend I liked it too.

I walked out of the room, and I marched down the stairs.

The lunch table was already set, but he wasn't there yet, I heaved a sigh out of relief.

“Where is Brenda?” His deep voice came from behind me.

I flinched.

“Huh…” I cleared my throat. “She went out on a date. An impromptu date,” I clarified.

He didn't say anything, he walked forward, and he settled into a chair.

I took a good look at him, he was wearing black pants, and a white shirt, the first buttons of the shirt were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up.

I gulped hard.

“Sit, little princess,” he said.

I nodded, and I pulled out a chair. I sluggishly sat.

He placed food on a plate, and he tossed it over to me, before serving himself.

Why was he serving me food? He doesn't do that when Brenda is around.

“Eat,” he gestured with his hand.

I took a spoon, and I dipped it in. He served pasta, my favorite meal. It looked tasty, but I found it hard to eat.

I glanced at him. He was eating freely, not bothered about me. I was the only one overthinking here.

I slowly started eating. The meal was as good as I predicted. The chef does her job accurately.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Laura?” Damian suddenly asked.

I coughed awkwardly, almost choking on my food.

“Brenda has a boyfriend, thought you might have one too, since you girls are grown now.”

Technically, Brenda doesn't have a boyfriend though. They aren't official yet.

“I… I do not have a boyfriend… sir,” I stuttered.

“Good,” he remarked.

What was so good about me not having a boyfriend?

“See me in my room after the meal,” he said, but it sounded more like an order.

I didn't respond, I put my head down, and I forced the meal down my throat.

He pushed out his chair abruptly, and he stood up. I looked up at him. He was done with the meal.

He walked away. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Damn it!

I was free now, but I still have to see him in his room. That would definitely be terrible. I finished my meal quickly, so he wouldn't think I was delaying him on purpose.

I stood before the mahogany door of his room. Thinking through if I should knock or not. A simple decision became a hard task.

I knocked. His voice came from within.

“Come in.”

I pushed open the door, and I walked in. He was standing by the window, backing me. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his trousers hung low on his waist.

I could see every muscle of his upper body, every carve that made him a sight to behold.

My throat dried up, and I swallowed hard.

“You called for me, daddy,” I muttered.

My fingers were fiddling with one another. I was in a tough spot.

He spun around.

“Yes, honey,” he muttered.

His voice sent a shiver through me. He moved closer to me, too close. I move backwards.

“Si… Sir?” I said, but the words didn't come out right.

My back hit the wall. There was nowhere to run to now. He placed his right hand by my side pinning me against the wall. His body was huge over mine.

My breathing became shaky.

“Are you afraid of me, little one?” He asked.

I could feel his breath on my body. He used his hand to lift up my chin. My gaze pierced his.

“Huh?”