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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?Brenda’s POV I glared at Laura. I was trying so hard to drag Laura out with me tonight. I practically begged her, but she gave me that tired smile that gets her out of things. “It wasn't planned, Brenda. I don't feel it.” She replied. “I will get you a new bag,” I wiggled my brows at her. “Nah. Don't bribe me,” She said playfully. I looked at her, trying to blink my eyes at her innocently. Laura just wasn't bulging. My other two friends hurried in and held me by the arm. “Come on, Brenda or we are going to be late,” they were pulling me to the door. I poured, begging Laura with my eyes, if she was going to change my mind and follow me to the club, but she just stared and waved as I was dragged out. Minutes later, we arrived at a newly launched club. It was the talk of the city, and people wanted to go there. The music in the club was way too loud. I was sitting, with a drink in my hand, watching people partying and doing all sorts of fun things. “Hmm,” I breathed in, a sub
Laura's POV.I wanted to be in charge, and I wanted to watch him moan and feel things he made me feel.I flipped him over once, his eyes widened in shock Ofcourse, he must be shocked, how did a girl half his weight flip him.Damian sprawled on the king-sized bed, trying to look like the ruthless billionaire who commanded respect, but I had the intention to silently command his moans. His head tilted to his side, watching me crawl up towards him. I didn't hesitate. Leaning down, I captured his mouth in a soft kiss, he tried to hasten the pace.I stopped him by pulling away.“Not so fast Daddy,” my soft words seemed to surprise him.Damian’s arched his well shaped eyebrow. “Is that it,” he asked, his chest heaved against mine. His broad hands immediately reached for my waist, his large fingers digging in to pull me down onto his lap and take over.I swung a leg over his lap and straddled his hips, pinning him beneath me. He made to touch me but I grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands
Laura’s POV.When I opened my eyes, followed by a yawn. The early morning brightness filled the room.It took more than a second before I was fully awake. I stared at the white ceiling before looking sideways in search of Damien. I remembered sleeping on his chest.Damian was sitting on the opposite end, his long legs stretched out, back resting against the headboard. He was shirtless, exposing the broadness of his chest, exposing tan, firm skin and the faint trace of dark hair. My eyes caught the tattoo on his arm.He cleared his throat to catch my attention.His dark eyes were heavy, hooded with sleep, but intense enough to send a sharp jolt straight down my spine."Good morning, Laura," he murmured, his voice a low, raspy rumble that sent my core aching and watering."Good morning," I whispered, my throat dry. I pulled the blanket up higher, suddenly aware of my bare legs and our close proximity. "Did you... did you sleep at all?""I don't need much sleep," he replied softly, his
Laura’s POV.I just walked into my cozy little apartment, tired and hungry. I was wondering what I could have for dinner when my phone flashed Damian Steels on the screen, my heart fluttered.His sharp voice sounded over the speaker, carrying a non-negotiable tone that made me weak in the knees.“Step outside. My driver is outside.”I didn't even have time to change my clothes. I just threw on an oversized sweater over my shirt, I grabbed my bag, and went down the stairs of my apartment building.Standing by the curb was a sleek, blacked-out Maybach. The driver opened the rear door silently nodding respectfully as I climbed into the back.I expected the car to head straight toward Steels Tower or his grand city mansion. But as the minutes ticked by, the city lights faded into the background. The concrete streets gave way to dark, tree-lined roads winding deep into the countryside.I wondered where he was taking me?“Where are we going?”Thirty minutes later, the car pulled through a m
Damian’s POV It was already eight pm, and the corporation was quiet. Down below, the city lights flickered like a grid of cold diamonds, but up here, in my corner office, there was only silence. I sat behind my massive mahogany desk, tapping a heavy silver pen against the dark wood. I couldn't focus on the financial reports sitting in front of me. Every time I tried to get busy, I didn't see numbers or corporate acquisitions. I saw her. Laura. Her face from the stadium box kept playing on a loop in my mind. The delicate curve of her neck. The way her breath hitched when I leaned in close. The fierce, desperate look in her brown eyes whenever she tried to fight the pull between us. It was getting out of hand. I was forty-eight years old, a man who built an empire on ruthless discipline and cold logic, yet it seemed like I was completely consumed by my daughter’s twenty-one-year-old best friend. A quiet buzz came from the intercom on my desk. "Mr. Steels," my secretary’s voice
Laura’s POV.The cold air in the VIP suite suddenly felt far too heavy to breathe.Damian’s presence hit the room like a physical blow. He was sitting right beside me, his tailored dark suit practically brushing my shoulders. His expensive cologne filled my nostrils.I sat still and stiffly to pretend to be alright. My hands shook so hard I had to press my palms flat against my knees just to hide the trembling.He leaned down further. His breath almost brushed the shell of my ear, hot and terrifyingly calm.“Are you okay?” His question sounded like a tease. His voice sends cool shivers between my core."You look tense, Laura," Damian whispered, his voice a low, gravelly purr that only I could hear. "Relax. You look far too pretty to be this terrified of me."A sudden feeling of anger flared in my chest, I turned and glared at him. I ignored my surroundings.Who is Terrified? He treated me like a pawn on a chessboard. He spoke to me like I was something he owned, I didn't like that.“I







