Semua Bab A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad : Bab 11 - Bab 20

~Sienna~My body shivers. My hands tremble as I try to bring out the house keys from my purse. Norman doesn’t say anything the whole time, his hand rests on my lower back, burning heat through the thin fabric of my dress. My stomach clenches with every breath, the tension between us hums like static, thick and consuming. Finally, I find the keys and unlock the door, his hand presses forward, leading me inside as though it’s his home, the door shut quietly behind us. He moves into the sitting room first, scanning every corner like a man calculating his next move. I walk towards the kitchen, legs trembling so bad in my heels. “Would you like a cup of coffee or juice.” I manage, my voice barely steady. My heart pound hard in my chest, I just can’t get over the fact that he’s here!inside my house. It’s not just being here, it’s everything that’s going to happen. Norman turns to me, one brow arched at he walks closer. “Coffee?” He scoffs softly, stoping in front of me. “Do you re

~Sienna~The priest went on and on about how we are the children of God and how everything we do should reflect His love.I read the selected Bible verse along with the others, silently counting the minutes until the service ends so I can finally get out of here.If looks could speak, the one Julian, my ex-boyfriend is giving me from across the room would say plenty.I’ve already caught strange glances from the two people sitting beside me, I manage a tight smile, pretending not to notice.Our relationship had been hidden from the church throughout its four years, ironic since it was the very place we met, he had said he didn’t want to be burdened with talks of marriage back then, so we agreed to keep it private, for now and for now stretched on until it was over.I keep my gaze fixed on the altar, refusing to meet his eyes, even as I look toward his father, the priest himself.How stupid I must have been not to see the signs earlier and let myself be blinded by love. I never met his

~Sienna~Norman places his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the hotel, an habit I’ve come to expect every time we’re together. His touches, whether gentle or deliberate keeps me wanting for more. He’s been quite all though the flight, eyes glued to his laptop, I still know nothing about this supposed business trip, but I’m too grateful for the escape to complain. I manage to keep a calm expression despite the raging storm in my heart, it feels like it’s strangled in my throat, each beat too loud. The excitement, the anticipation, it’s all so surreal. New York is so beautiful, more breathtaking in person, no amount of pictures or movies does justice to the real thing. The hotel lobby takes my breath away, the chandelier, the gold accents, the modern furniture, it all screams luxury, a single night here must cost a fortune.We stop at the reception desk where four female attendants stand smiling politely, but one of them looks a little too eager, her eyes flicking strai

~Sienna~My hands wrap around Norman’s arm as we enter the hall. Gold lights flicker in every corner of the white interior, paintings line the walls, red decorations drape the space, and golden chairs glint under the chandeliers.Everything in this room speaks of luxury, richness, and power, a harsh reality that reminds me I don’t belong here, not in this world.“What did you say the event is about again?” I ask for the second time.Norman gives me a quizzical look before muttering, “Just a business association’s yearly party.”Good. If this is just a business party, why the need for such excessive luxury? To show their status, to display their wealth, they’ll never spare a dime for modesty.I can never fit in this world. A lifestyle like this doesn’t suit a poor girl without a background. To them, I’m a blemish on their glamorous lives, the best I can ever be is a hidden secret.We walk down the red carpet, Norman nodding and smiling at some people, he looks so good, even younger, i

~Sienna~I look myself in the mirror, the image that stare back at me is a fucking dirty whore, shamelessly begging to be fucked. Lips glossy and plump, eyes wet with mascara, my nipples are perky, hard and tight to a dot. They stand pointed out from the opened circle of my bikini bra, the lace material cups my tits so fucking well. They look so ripe and full and bounces effortlessly. My panties is soaked with my clit aching, begging to be filled.Fuckkkk! Every moment with Norman feels new, I need him like I needed my fucking breath. I turn slightly, palming my round ass, naked and firm. The tiny straps of my the panties curves round my waist, and disappears into my ass cheeks. My hair falls loosely around my shoulders, framing a face that looks both fragile and dangerous.I grab the larger coat from the luggage and drape it around my shoulders, then slide my hands into it. A knock sounds at the door just as I zip my coat, always punctual. I pick up my phone and drop it in t