Semua Bab Fallen for Daddy's Friend: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The atmosphere of the club feels different from when I was sober. Now it seems to envelop me, making my heart race with anticipation. The low light of the club doesn't make my already blurry vision any easier, and the people dancing, wrapping their bodies sensuously, doesn't make my walking any easier either, as my legs feel shakier and lighter than usual. Unlike the other clubs… people seem more at ease here. In a way, I can understand why they say it's kinky — there's no shame in walking around with such little clothes that show off their bodies, both female and male. There are people with necklaces, leather clothes… and some round platforms spread around the hall, with a pole dance on it. This is the first time I've seen something like this in person… Really, if I'm an angel, I'm a falling one.And it's all Julian Adams' fault.Somehow, I make it to the bar. I lean on it, reaching out to the bartender, who approaches with a slightly worried expression.“Give me something strong.”

All the way to our apartment, Julian drove in silence. The motion of the car made me increasingly nauseous, but I struggled to control this sickness of mine. Walking through the lobby, getting on the elevator — Julian didn't say a single word to me. And when we step into the small hall of our floor, I freeze in place, unsure of what to do next.Julian goes to his door without caring about my indecision and opens it wide, crossing his arms without entering. My fearful eyes reach his, and when he points with his head inside, I feel the air being stolen from my lungs.I enter the apartment with fearful steps, and Julian walks in right after me. The click the door makes when it locks makes me flinch for a moment, but silence still reigns.Julian leaves me standing there, and strides quickly into the kitchen. I watch the way his back flexes, the muscles evidently stiff and retracted.“I'll make you something sweet to eat… pancakes, with plenty of syrup, just the way you like.” Julian says

“You know… that day I had to pick you up at the bar, you got me so damn hard.” Julian says low, almost hoarsely, rubbing the tip of his dick against my entrance, threatening to penetrate it.I can't answer him, all that escapes my lips are muffled moans.“You were so cunning, asking me not to leave you alone… do you know what you did?”I bite my lips, denying it with my head… even though I have a brief notion. “Rubbing those tits on me, smelling my neck, touching my body… I wonder if you wanted my cock.” He thrusts his hips forward slightly, penetrating just the tip into me.And I moan again, arching my body up into a full shudder. When his hand supports my lower back and pulls me against his body again, I throw my arms around his neck, undulating my hips, sliding myself even further.Julian apparently swallows a moan.“And when I had to take your clothes off… I alm

It doesn't take much time for the damage to be done. In my case, a few hours completely changed the image people had of me — which was already not good, by the way.When I arrived at work the first day after such a mess, I could already feel the different looks on me. As Julian specified, all the photos and videos were taken down within an hour. However, agility didn't do much, since the damage was already done. And not only that, but the identity of the person who posted them hasn't been discovered yet. Apparently, the credentials of a former employee were used, a girl I really had no contact with and from another state. Honestly, I really tried not to make a big deal of it, even though the guilt was hurting me intensely. Kissing a completely unknown guy is something out of my character, especially when my lips touched only Julian's and Eric's.But all mistakes are lessons, right? And just like that, I learned something very important.First, no win

I freeze in place, staring at the door — at the figure of my best friend standing there, looking at me almost innocently. And I shudder, noticing how he walks into the office saying, “I missed you two.”A pang of guilt runs through my chest, cutting, lacerating.“Mike...” My voice fails, and I clench my hands into fists, then force myself to smile while he steps closer and Angelee moves away from me, taking long steps....My mouth is bitter.Damn.“Hi, sweetheart.” Mike approaches her, pulling her into a comforting hug. And the way she wraps her arms around his body, burying her face in the curve of his neck and shoulder, makes me feel even worse. “How are you?”“I'm fine, Dad.” She murmurs, her voice so low it barely reaches my ears. “I missed you.”I look away, staring at the floor, staring anywhere else... Honestly, I feel terrible. If before the guilt weighed my