Todos os capítulos de WORSHIPPED BY MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

SAESHA POVThe sun was harsh that afternoon, too bright for how heavy my body felt after everything Veeraj had done to me. I slipped out of the mansion quietly, my steps quick, every nerve in me buzzing with the need to not get caught. A hoodie, jeans, sneakers. A mask pulled high over my face. Hair tied tight so no one could recognize me. I looked like a college girl running errands, not the girl sneaking out to buy something that screamed of all my sins. The little pharmacy was just a few blocks away. My heart wouldn’t stop racing as I walked inside. The air smelled like antiseptic and medicine, sterile and sharp, so opposite of the heat still lingering on my skin. I went straight to the aisle, my fingers trembling when they hovered over the small boxes tucked into the corner. Contraceptive pills. I grabbed one quickly, shoving it into the crook of my arm before anyone could see. When I reached the counter, the man behind it—a middle-aged pharmacist with sharp eyes and a too-c

SAESHA POV I couldn’t stop shaking. His message still burned on my screen. “Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. That’s mine.” But I already had. I already broke. My chest heaved as I stared at the phone, guilt gnawing, desire still simmering. My thumb hovered over his contact. Don’t. But I did. I pressed call. The line rang once. Twice. Then his voice. Low. Dark. Dangerous. “You should be asleep, little one.” My throat tightened. “Veeraj…” A pause. A heavy exhale. Then—God—the faintest sound of movement. Skin. Breath. The rhythm of his hand. He was touching himself. On his private jet. Alone. “You’re awake and wet, aren’t you?” His voice roughened, velvet turned gravel. “Tell me.” I whimpered, pressing my thighs together. “Yes.” A low groan vibrated through the speaker. “Fuck. If you were here, I’d bend you over the seat. Rip those jeans off. Stuff my cock inside you so deep you’d cry.” Heat rushed through me. My fingers fisted the sheets. “Veeraj—

SAESHA POV The next night, I couldn’t sleep. Not after what I did. Not after the wall, the condom, the number. And not after the text that lit up my screen an hour ago. Alex: “You free tonight?” My hands shook as I typed back. Yes. Now I was sprawled on the bed, hair loose, shirt slipping off my shoulder, phone pressed to my ear—because Veeraj had called first. “Saesha,” his voice rumbled low through the line. “What are you doing?” My throat tightened. I bit my lip. “Nothing… just lying down.” Lying. Because in twenty minutes, Alex would be here. Veeraj hummed, the sound dark. “Good girl. Still waiting for me?” My chest squeezed. “Always,” I whispered, guilt burning my tongue. He chuckled, low and rough. “Don’t lie. I know when you’re restless. I can hear it in your voice.” My breath hitched. My legs pressed together under the sheets. He was right—I was restless. But not for the reason he thought. “I miss you,” I admitted softly, eyes flicking to the cloc

SAESHA POV The house was quiet. Too quiet. I’d cried myself out on the couch, the robe still clutched around me. At some point exhaustion won, pulling me under. My lashes stuck together, my breaths shallow, my body heavy with guilt. The clock glowed in the dark. 4:15 A.M. I didn’t hear the lock turn. Didn’t hear the door ease open. But my body knew. Some part of me woke, shivering as the air shifted. His cologne hit first—dark, sharp, commanding. Then his footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Certain. Veeraj. My heart kicked hard, but I stayed still, caught between sleep and dread. He stopped by the couch. I felt him watching me, his shadow swallowing the moonlight. For a moment, silence. A silence that burned hotter than any shout. Then the sound of his breath. Low. Controlled. Dangerous. “Principessa.” The word cut through the dark, soft but lethal. My lashes fluttered open. He stood over me, suit still on, tie loose, eyes like fire even in the dim light. His bri

SAESHA POV Morning light bled through the curtains. I woke with a start, head pounding, body aching everywhere Veeraj had touched me. The robe was tangled around my waist, the sheets shoved half off the bed. And Veeraj? He was sitting at the edge of the mattress, phone in one hand, a cigarette in the other, barking orders in that sharp, lethal tone. “Yes. Flowers imported. I don’t care the cost. Santorini. Seaside villa. Security locked down. Three weeks. Make it happen.” My blood turned to ice. It wasn’t a dream. He was actually planning a wedding. Our wedding. “Veeraj—” My voice cracked. “Stop. You can’t just—” He turned, eyes blazing, smoke curling from his lips. “Can’t? Principessa, there’s no can’t between us. Only will. And you will marry me.” I scrambled upright, clutching the robe tighter. “Are you insane? My dad—what will he say? He’ll never allow this—” His laugh was low, dangerous. “Your father doesn’t decide shit. If he gets in my way, I’ll put him