Semua Bab In Lust With Her Father's Friend: Bab 1 - Bab 10

NATASHA’S POV“I am so glad you have finally decided to join the company. Now you can work hand in hand with me and see how things are done. And lucky for you, you get to meet all our business partners today.” My father, Mr. James Philip, CEO of James Chains of Hotels and Corporations, said with astonishing gentleness—one I didn’t know he was capable of. To any other person, he was the most loving father on earth. To me, he was the most emotionally manipulative person I knew. I smiled between gritted teeth as I walked down the stairs. My body tightened, as if my muscles had sharpened and my skin shrunk. “You left me no choice, father,” I said. “You know there is nothing more I want than to be a blogger. To find my own feet outside of your name and wealth.” My voice was low, but I gave a defiant little tilt to my chin. I walked the rest of the way down the stairs and stood in front of my father. He snorted at my words but said nothing in response. Instead, his eyes surveyed me from

DOUGAL’S POVThe alarm shrieked but I paid no heed to it. My eyes were cracked open and facing the window. The morning light spilled over, burning my face but even that didn’t move me. The alarm shrilled again and I snorted at it. Extending a hand to the side table, I grabbed my phone and turned the sound off. 6:45AM, the time read. I moaned as I got up from bed. My thumb and index fingers clasped over my face, trying to get the tiredness I felt out of my eyes. I hadn’t slept a wink through the night. Natasha Philips refused to leave my head despite how hard I tried not to think about her. The look on her face after I told her I was married haunted me over and over again, making me wish that any of the words I spoke to her were lies. Especially that of my marriage. Cold memories slammed into me. I grunted as I stood up from the bed, ready to start the day. My mistake burned and regret tasted as acid and as fresh as the day the disaster all started. I could remember the first day

NATASHA. I stood, frozen in place, my hands half forgotten on the cock I was in the process of swallowing whole. My eyes strayed to Dougal and saw him mirroring my shock. The knock came again. This time, it was louder and clearer. "Mr. Wilde?" The older woman's voice rang from the other end of the door. The spell got broken and I scrambled up. "Shit!" Dougal cursed under his breath. His hand raked through his hair, tousling it every which way but he seemed to care less. "What again, Miss Angela?" He asked, his voice low and raw, not hiding the unmistakable pleasure coursing through him. "I said Mr. Philips is here, requesting an audience." The woman answered. The time froze on my brain melted. I scrambled up as my hand instantly plopped my left bare breast back into its temporary dungeon. I straightened up and winced at the wrinkles that decorated the edges of my once perfectly ironed dress. I smoothened the fabric with my bare hands but nothing barely changed.

"And that marks the end of the meeting for today." The manager of James Chains of Hotels and Corporations announced, marking the end of the long three hours of board meeting.And also three hours of me being forced to stand. I yawned tiredly. My legs ached from the long hours of standing, and my hands hurt from carrying files on them all through.I waited until my father was distracted by the board members as they shook hands - along with the fake smile plastered all over their faces - and spoke hard about business, and raced out of the boardroom, straight into my office. I dropped the files in my hands on my desk and slipped out of the company's building, racing to my car before my father would find another excuse to get me busy.The moment I got home, I collapsed on the bed. My body wrestled with my mind as one wanted rest desperately, but the other wanted Dougal.The same Dougal who has a child and didn't think it important to call me back to explain himself. Heck, the man refused

NATASHA.My head banged for the fifth time that morning, and I cursed under my breath. My eyes darted to the head of the table where my father was seated majestically like a king on his throne, his eyes deeply focused on the plans displayed on the LCD screen across the room where figures and images that looked nothing but gibberish to me were being displayed. I took another sip from my coffee, blaming myself for losing control over myself the previous night despite knowing about this meeting already. "So, as you know, StratEdge Marketing will make sure this new chain of Hotels you are building in Alabama gets flashed across the country, using every means of advertisement. Social media, newspaper..."I yawned loudly, interrupting him. His eyes fell on me just as my dad's own did. I blushed furiously as I lowered my eyes."...until there is only one name on the lips of everyone." He finished like there wasn't a break in transmission for him. Everyone in the toom clapped for him. Every