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Laura's POV
I accidentally walked in on my friend’s dad fucking an unknown woman, and since then, I haven't been able to concentrate in class, the scene replayed in my head; his long, thick dick thrusting into her pussy like that was exactly where it belonged, her erratic moans, and the slurpy sounds of his hard pounds. “Hey Laura…” Brenda walked over to me, stopping my train of thoughts. She seemed excited as she clutched onto her backpack. “Hey,” I replied. “Party at my place today!” At her place? That means I would see Damian. I haven't seen him since the incident, and I have been feeling nervous about seeing him again. It's been like… three months? Usually I'd have gone to Brenda's place for a thing or two, but I didn't visit like I used to. “Laura?” She called. “Yes.” Damn! I zoned out again. “You're coming aren't you?” I have tried countless times, but saying no to Brenda has always been hard. “I'll try,” I answered. “You must come,” she glared at me in a way that said ‘do not defile my order.’ “Yeah… I will come.” “Better,” she said as we moved forward. She wrapped her hand around mine, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but wonder… Would she still be doing this when she finds out that all I want is to be fucked by her dad? Would she still want to be friends with me? That isn't a question for now though… For now, I have to find out how I'd get to the party, and how to avoid Damian when I get there. We walked into Brenda's car, and she ignited the engine immediately. She chatted all along, but I could have sworn I didn't hear a thing. The car came to a halt at the front of our house, I got down, and she did too. Would you believe that I was thinking about Damian all through the ride, and I was still thinking about him now? That's what he does to me… He makes me a stupid thinker. Brenda opened up the door, and she walked inside first, I followed behind her. “We should get our dresses ready!” She muttered. “Is it a formal party?” “Yes sis, all dad's business partners would be there,” she explained. Oh… I know them. Damian's business partners, all middle aged men who seemed too hot for their age. Damian was exceptional though, I would have thought he was in his middle thirties if he wasn't my best friend's dad. Brenda's hands ran through the wardrobe, tossing clothes on the bed, and looking for the perfect fit. “This would look good on me, right?” She asked as she raised a beautiful black shimmery dress. “Yes it would.” I could not deny that Brenda was sexy as fuck, she definitely got the traits from her dad. Sometimes I wished I was a guy so I could have a taste of her. Her firm round boobs, and her smooth curves always drive me crazy sometimes, but I couldn't do anything about that, I am not a man, neither am I a lesbian, so there is no way for me to fuck my best friend. “Nice, let's find yours,” she scattered the wardrobe further. I didn't bother helping her, I've always left things like this for her to handle. She is an upcoming fashionista, she would surely nail it. “This would look good on you, don't you think?” I didn't bother to take a look at the dress, “That's perfect,” I said. We got to the Steels penthouse in less than three hours, and the venue was already packed. High class women and wealthy men walked around the hall, the chandelier glistened like a full moon light, and faint noises of the classical music faded into the background. “Let's go greet Daddy,” Brenda said. Damian? No! I can't face him. “Sorry sis, I wanna use the washroom,” I lied to her, hoping she would buy it. “I would wait for you.” “No, you can go alone, don't keep daddy waiting.” The way I refer to him doesn't feel right, I wanted to call him by his name, I wanted to… “Okay, don't take too long,” she said, walking away to go see Damian. “I won't,” I replied before she left. I would make sure we do not cross paths today. I just don't know how to face him. I was almost turning back when I bummed into a wall, nope it wasn't a wall. It was a man— a tall, muscular man. He was dressed in a navy blue tuxedo, and his silver hair caught the hall’s light. “I am sorry sir,” I muttered. “Sorry? Can't you watch where you are going?” He raised his voice, a lot louder than necessary. I could tell from his eyes that he'd be a mean person, but I didn't expect him to be so temperamental. “Sir I didn't…” I wanted to speak but he cut me off. “You didn't do that? You didn't think so? Or you didn't see?” How do I get out of this little predicament? He was causing a scene. “Sir… I am very sorry.” “No… You should…” “Are you disturbing my girl?” A cold male voice rang, making the man freeze. My eyes turned to him, and so did the man's. It was Damian, the man I swore to avoid. He gently walked down the stairs with both hands in his pocket, maintaining an unusual level control and iciness. And did he just call me his girl? I know the ‘my girl’ should mean something close to being his daughter, but to me it meant something else. “I am sorry Mr Steels. I didn’t know…” Oh… There goes the bossy man who was bullying me, now he was apologizing to my best friend’s father. “Get the fuck away from here,” Damian said, authority radiating through his voice. The silver haired man bowed, and he quickly dismissed himself. “Did he hurt you?” Damian asked me, I stared right at him, I wanted to speak but I couldn't, I only nodded negatively. That was how intimidating he was, words would always disappear when he looked at me. He took out his phone from his pocket. “Fire Jackson.” That was the only thing he said, and he returned the phone back to his pocket. Did he just fire the silver haired man? Because of me? “You… don't… have to, sir,” I managed to say. He sent me a glare which made my body shiver, and I wished I hadn't released those stupid words. “Come with me.” He muttered. Come with him? To where?Laura's POV."Because no matter which room you walk into," Damian whispered darkly, "you're still in my cage.”I didn't flinch when his thumb moved off my jaw, even though my face still burned where he touched me. I looked him dead in the eye and narrowed my gaze."A cage is still a cage, Damian," I retorted, picking up my fork and eating as if he wasn't standing right over me. For now, this food was the most important thing in the world."It doesn't matter how expensive the furniture is,” I mumbled with my mouth full of food.Damian didn't step back. He stood right beside my chair, watching me with that quiet, dangerous look he always had. A slow smirk played on his lips—the look he gives when he knows he's three steps ahead of everyone else."Which brings us to the rest of your stay," Damian said softly. He straightened up, put his hands in his pant pockets, and walked to the head of the table. He pulled out the big armchair and sat down."The rest of my stay?" I scoffed, my eyebrow
Laura's POV.When my eyes finally opened, the sun was already high in the sky, spilling late-morning light through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the master bedroom.My body felt weighed down by exhaustion. Hours of uninterrupted, deep sleep had washed away the intense haze of the previous day, but my skin still felt hypersensitive, and my nerves were still on the edge. I pushed myself up on my elbows, the silk sheets sliding down my bare chest. The whole penthouse was quiet. I looked around the quiet room, feeling a bit of annoyance. I laid eyes on Damian.“There he is,” I mumbled to myself.He was sitting comfortably on the dark velvet sofa, one leg crossed casually over the other. He had already changed into a crisp, charcoal-gray shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. In one hand, he held a large leather-bound book, in the other, a crystal glass filled with dark, ruby-red wine. He looked completely invested as if the big book in his hands was that interesting. I
Laura's POV Damian leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath warm against my cheek."Now," he whispered, glancing down at my hand beneath the sheets, "do you want to keep using your fingers, or do you want me to pick one out for you?”"I would pick option three," I snapped, refusing to break eye contact with him. "Option three is that you drop the sinister act, unlock that door, and let me go back home, psycho!" Damian didn't comment immediately. A slow, dark smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement as he rested one knee on the edge of the mattress."Is that so?" His voice was low. "And here I thought I was being a generous host.""You locked me in a golden prison because your big ego couldn't handle your assumptions," I spat, leaning forward slightly, letting my bare shoulders square against his imposing frame. The smirk on his lips infuriated me, he seemed pleased and happy to be here and I disliked that.“What is the rumour?” He
Laura's POV. "You won't be needing that for the next week," he said softly, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable, suffocating intensity. “Rest up, Laura. We have a lot to settle." Before I could reach the threshold, he pulled the heavy door shut. The lock clicked into place with a final, echoing thud. I stormed straight to the door and slammed both palms against it until my hands stung. "Damian! Open this damn door right now! You cannot keep me locked in here!" I shouted, my voice could be clearly heard miles away but there was no response. I waited, leaning close and straining my ears against the surface of the door, but there was nothing, not a single footstep, just total silence from the hallway outside. "Unbelievable," I muttered, rolling my eyes and letting my arms drop to my sides. What was this man trying to do? Realizing my strength was far better spent elsewhere, I turned on my heel and scanned the master bedroom. It seems Damian used the pentho
Laura's POV.I stared out the passenger window, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I swallowed my anger, and sat stiffly beside Damian, taking in his scent.The silence inside the car was suffocating. I had spent the first ten minutes of the drive demanding to know where we were going, but he sat there, concentrating on his driving, his hands clenched on the steering wheel.I stared at him, low-key admiring his facial features and his body physique. This man was very good looking, but now was not the time to admire him, he was pissing me off.Damian hadn't even blinked. His hand remained steady around the steering wheel, his jaw set in a hard line, his eyes fixed strictly on the road ahead of him.“Where are we going?” I asked again and I received no answer from him. It felt like no one was sitting beside him and asking a question.Eventually, my pride kicked in. I stopped asking. I snapped my mouth shut, turned my back toward him, and let the quiet heavy air settle between us.He
Brenda's POV.I was walking towards my car in the parking lot, I was still annoyed about the just concluded meeting but I was grateful it was over for at least a long time.The leather handle of my bag was pressing harshly against my palm as I held it tight, but I didn’t care. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get in my car, blast the AC, and drive until the lingering image of Richard’s smug, unbothered face vanished from my head.My phone buzzed in my hand, the screen glowing with a call from Maggi. I pressed it to my ear, looking for my car keys in my bag."Please tell me you’re done with those insufferable meetings. Logan is hosting an end of semester party, will you be there?” Maggi asked.“No!” My answer was sharp. I was still fumbling for my key.“Why do you sound like you want to murder someone?” She asked."I do want to murder someone," I muttered, pacing toward my driver's side. My brain was still replaying the way he’d corrected my numbers, that maddening, polite un







