Fucking my father's friend 4

Soon, she got to the estate and parked her car in a space behind his large apartment. The building gleamed with fresh paint and polished glass, every corner whispering money.

She walked up the stone steps and stopped at a door marked "Luca Marino" in sleek silver letters.

Balancing the package in one arm, she knocked lightly. “Luca? It’s Stacey.”

She didn't get any response. She tried again, a little louder. “Luca? Your package."

Still, no one answered. Her brows drew together. Maybe he was doing something inside and couldn’t hear her. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and pushed. To her surprise, the door swung open with a quiet click.

She hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. The room was cool and faintly scented with something masculine and expensive.

She looked around, and her breath caught. The living space was huge, with soft cream walls, dark leather couches, and other expensive electronics and furniture. Every piece of furniture looked like it belonged in a lux