All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Olivia’s POVI fucked a total stranger on my boyfriend's birthday.Did I enjoy it? Yes, I did.Did I regret it? Maybe a little.But I’d do it over and over again in a heartbeat.What would you do if you were in my position?I mean, he was everything my boyfriend wasn’t in bed. And no, I’m not sorry….**He pressed his body against my back, forcing my hands to tremble while I tried to unlock the door.I could feel his nose and breath on my skin. His mask rubbing against my neck as he kissed and sniffed me like a baby.“Settle down.” I teased, pushing my hand through his hair.“Sure, sure.” He says, moving his hands around my body. Eventually resting a hand on my breast.The stranger gives me a tight squeeze, I jerked up, the sensation from my breast running through my body.Then his hands moved from my breast down to my skirt. Deliberately like a slithering snake, his hand touched my thighs and moved to my butt cheeks, pressing on them softly.A soft moan escaped my lips. And before I

Olivia’s POV“Oli, hey get up already.” I heard a voice say to me.Still dazed with sleep, I shrugged it off and turned to the other side of my bed.“Oli!”The voice yelled my name, shaking me as gently as possible.For a minute I thought I was back at the hotel. Till I took a slight peek, and discovered i was in my bedroom.“What is it?” I asked, turning over to stare at the person.It was sally, my friend.Her purple lipstick painted her lips, matching her eyes. While her long blonde hair flowed around her neck.“What?” I asked, brushing sleep from my eyes. “And how did you get in?”She shakes her head profusely, holding out a key in her hand. “I have a spare key, remember?”“Oh.”“Mm-hmm.” She says, dangling the key.For some reason unknown to me, my head hurt like hell, and I felt so weak and tender.Slowly I rose to sit on the bed, staring at my friend sheepishly.Sally stares at me like she’s about to storm me.“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks and I haven’t even seen you at wo

Kane’s POVOlivia’s eyes pinned intently on the mask. Hovering on it like she was a detective or something. “Are you okay?” I asked, closing the gap between us. I could sense the rage emanating from Cynthia as I went on one knee, an inch away from the woman I loved and betrayed. “What are you doing?” Cynthia asked from behind, her anger surfing through her words. Still Olivia held on to father’s mask, staring at it like she’d seen a ghost. I took the mask gently from Olivia’s hand. And stretched it up for the servant to retrieve it from me and place it back into the box. “I’m sorry boss.. I’m sorry ma’am.” The worker said nervously, as he stood glued to a spot. Earlier when Olivia came over to the manor, she wouldn’t let me get close to her. But for some reasons, here I was an inch to her and she wasn’t repulsive. But when I removed the mask from her grasp, our hands brushed and I felt that tingling sensation she always made me feel. Olivia Benson was a lot of things, and tha