All Chapters of My Boyfriend Cheated So I Spent The Night With His Father : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lila stared at the guest list on her phone screen until the letters blurred. Tyler Hale – confirmed attendee. The name sat there like a dare. She was still naked, thighs sticky from Marcus, his cum slowly leaking out of her onto the sheets. He lay beside her, one heavy arm draped across her waist, reading the same list over her shoulder.Marcus’s hand slid down her stomach and cupped her pussy, two fingers pushing his own release back inside her. “He’ll be there,” he said quietly. “And so will we.”Lila’s breath hitched as his fingers curled. “Together?”“Together.” He kissed the side of her neck, slow and warm. “No more hiding in this penthouse. No more pretending you’re still the girl who paid his bills. You walk in on my arm. You let the whole room see who you belong to now.”Heat flooded her again. She rolled toward him, pushed him onto his back, and straddled his hips. His cock was already hard again, thick and flushed, resting against his stomach. She wrapped her hand around it,

Lila woke to the soft glow of morning light across the penthouse bedroom. Marcus lay behind her, one heavy arm draped over her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. His cock rested thick and half-hard between her thighs, the head already slick where it pressed against her pussy. She shifted her hips and felt the familiar ache from last night mixed with fresh heat.Marcus stirred. His hand slid down her stomach and cupped her between her legs. Two fingers parted her folds and pushed inside her slowly, curling against that spot that made her toes curl. “Still wet from me,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Good girl.”Lila pushed back against his hand, taking his fingers deeper. She reached behind her, wrapped her hand around his cock, and guided the thick head to her entrance. He slid in with one smooth thrust, filling her completely. She moaned at the stretch, at the way he felt even bigger in the quiet morning light.He fucked her slow and deep, spooned tight behi

Lila woke to the soft click of Marcus closing the bedroom door. He carried a tray with coffee, fresh croissants, and sliced fruit. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, turning the penthouse into a golden box. She stretched under the sheets, feeling the pleasant ache between her legs from the night before. His cum had leaked out of her during the night, leaving faint sticky traces on her thighs.Marcus set the tray on the nightstand and climbed back into bed fully dressed in a crisp black shirt. He pulled her against his chest and kissed her slow, tongue sliding against hers like he had all the time in the world.“Morning, baby,” he said against her lips. “The gala photos are everywhere. They’re calling you the mystery woman who finally caught Marcus Hale.”Lila reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with notifications. Headlines from gossip sites and society pages filled the feed. “Marcus Hale Steps Out With Stunning New Companion.” One photo showed them on th

Lila’s phone stayed lit on the nightstand, the four words glowing like a warning. I know who he is.She stared at them until the screen went dark. Marcus was still buried deep inside her, thick and warm, his cock twitching every time her walls fluttered around him. He hadn’t pulled out. He simply tightened his arm around her waist and rocked his hips once, slow and deliberate, pushing himself a little deeper as if to remind her he was right there.“Tyler,” she whispered. “It has to be him.”Marcus kissed the side of her neck, then her jaw, then her lips, slow and deep, tongue sliding against hers like he had all the time in the world. When he pulled back his voice was calm but edged with steel. “He’s guessing. He doesn’t know for sure yet. But he’s digging.”Lila’s breath hitched as Marcus started moving again, slow, deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. She could feel the mess from earlier leaking out around his cock, warm and slick, coating her thighs.

The private elevator dinged at eleven forty-seven that night. Lila sat on the edge of the bed in one of Marcus’s black shirts, legs bare, hair still messy from his hands. Marcus stood by the window in nothing but lounge pants, arms crossed, watching the city lights like he had all the time in the world.Security had called up thirty seconds earlier. Tyler had shown up in the lobby, drunk, shouting her name. Marcus had told them to let him come.The doors slid open.Tyler stepped out, hair wild, shirt half-untucked, eyes bloodshot. He looked small under the penthouse lights. When he saw Lila sitting on Marcus’s bed and Marcus standing there like he owned the entire building, his face twisted.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Tyler spat. His voice cracked. “My own father? You’re screwing my father?”Lila didn’t flinch. She stood up slowly, the shirt brushing her thighs, and walked toward him until only a few feet separated them. Marcus stayed exactly where he was, silent, letting