All Chapters of 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena’s POV'You can run but you can't hide, Elena...' My mind is haunting me. My eyes are glued to the name boldly displayed on the screen; Lady Zee. I shake my head as if convincing myself not to take the call. Even if I do, what am I going to say to her? That my muse walked in and stole the portrait she paid a whooping $36k for? Nah.My phone stops ringing one second and rings again the next, Lady Zee is not backing down. It’s either I take it now or switch off my phone and the latter isn't an option. 'Just pick up the phone, damn it.' The voice bangs in my head. My hand is suddenly sweaty and shaky. I clutch tightly to the ringing phone. I take in deep breaths before answering it."It seems you're neck deep in my job, dear." Her voice is soft, yet there's something about it that makes one feels threathened.Or maybe it's my guilty conscience. "Yeah. Yeah." I stammer, my stomach forms a tight knot. "I was uh... busy.""Hmmm," she sucks her teeth. "As you should." She heaves a

Elena’s POVI'm doomed. It's certain. I. Am. Doomed.I forget how to breathe, my hand grips tightly to the phone as I stare at the terrifying message. Scared, I swipe it off and switch off my phone. It's like closing hell’s door even though the greater hell still lives in your head. Riley squints, cups her chin, and tilts my face both ways. “You’re acting like you're being chased by a mob.”“Try being lynched.” I laugh, finding humor in my situation and blinking back tears. Her jaw drops. “That serious?” I nod. “So it seems.”The tears roll down freely. She grabs my arms and pulls me in a bear hug, her slim hands run along my body, patting my back. Then she suddenly pulls away and gives me a serious look.“We both know you sulk at flashing.” She hits me with a blunt truth.I wish she were lying but I can't even dance to save my life. “I might have a better plan,” she yells as if she has finally found the light. When she stops to listen if anyone is coming, I know it's going to be

Elena’s POV“I hate repeating myself… Elena.” Dominic Mercer’s tone is blunt, cold.The chill command pricks me like pine needles. I'm not sure if I want to be trapped with him in his office. What if he scolds me or tells my dad or…“Elena.” His jaws distort, revealing his rage concealed in thick, smooth layers. And this is the second time he’s addressing me by my actual name. It's obvious I’m in a mess. “Yes… Sir.” I swallow the thick lump of saliva in my throat and bob my head like a moron. In shame, I reach for my filthy panties and pull it up my wet thighs. My fingers clutch too tightly to the messed-up fabric as I struggle to fit it around my ass. It's true when they say scattering is simpler than building, because it only took me a minute to pull down my panties and now, I’m sweating hard as I drag it past my tight jeans skirt. I let the fur coat cover me as I try to keep it decent as if I have any atom of dignity left. Finally, I slap the waistline on my skin, the wet are

Elena’s POVI pluck out his face from my bruised pussy and shove it on the table. The pussy-juice-soaked medal rolls over to him, leaving prints of my wetness along the spotless shiny brown surface as it tumbles over.This isn't the time to regret or go for a lesser option like cleaning the table. I grab my skirt and drag it down, too hard that I almost fall back in the seat. All this madness and Dominic Mercer stays chill, impenetrable. I sniffle, breaking beyond my limit. Frankly, I want to tell him a piece of my mind but I go for my fur coat. I don't have the chance to cover my shame when the door bursts wide open.It's the kind of barging in that belongs to someone entitled. “Bab…” She stops, just as much as my heart ceases. I press my lips and count to my doom, praying that she doesn't dive for me and rip me apart with her nails. I dare not look at her. My teary eyes blink as I watch her shiny black designer shoes take proud strides in. ‘Please, god… please…’ I'm melting

Dominic Mercer’s POV“Who… the fuck… is that daughter of a bitch?!” Kiera’s voice shows her level of restraint before she goes crazy like she’s always been. “Google?” “Now, you’ll not be sarcastic, babe.”“Tone, woman.” I grind my teeth, exercising just as much patience. My ears are already burning from her nagging. “Don't you dare talk to me about tone, Dominic!” She thunders, eventually losing it. Keeping my cool profile, I sit in my chair, legs crossed at the knees, and my index finger traces the rim of my glass. My eyes skip to the medal, the one whose eyes and nose and lips now oozes her wetness.Fuck.I stiffen a groan, fighting to keep my emotions tucked in my pants. It's how easily I swerved from arousal at how she ground her pussy on my supposed face… drinking too much alcohol than I needed just to keep my arousal in check, and the swing to pissed off mood when Kiera barged in… And now, seeing her wetness all over the gold, and remembering how her body reacted to my pre