Todos los capítulos de Claiming Her Best Friend’s Father: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

‎"Mmmhh... fuck... I love this, Daddy...! Arghhhh!" ‎I moaned softly as I straddled Charles’s face, my bare pussy pressed flush against his lips. I had woken up throbbing, and the moment I crawled under the duvet, Charles commanded me to ride his mouth. ‎His broad hands clamped around my waist, holding me firmly in place as his tongue drove deep into my soaking pussy. He devoured me with ruthless precision, lapping up my wetness while his thumb worked rubbing my swollen clit. ‎"Arghhhh... yes! Eat my pussy...!" I whimpered, grinding my hips against his face, thrusting my pussy against his mouth as his tongue penetrated me over and over. ‎The intense friction of his tongue driving deep inside me sent a shockwave straight to my core. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, and my hips buckled as satisfying orgasm tore through my body, coating his lips with my hot release. ‎By 10:00 AM, I had showered and dressed for the day. ‎"Maya! Hurry up! the food is getting cold!" Christie yelled

‎"How is that even possible?!" The man about to sign the contract slammed his fists onto the table, glaring furiously. "You can't just walk in here and take over!"‎Charles remained entirely unbothered. He signaled Marcus, who slammed a stack of thick folders in front of every board member. Charles pulled out a leather chair, sat down, and lit a cigarette.‎"Those files contain proof of financial fraud, wire leaks, and your secret collusion with my ex-wife, Valentina," Charles said, taking a slow drag and exhaling a thin trail of gray smoke. "I'll give you all a simple choice: sign over your shares and resign quietly, or leave in handcuffs with the authorities waiting downstairs."‎Blood drained from every board member's face. Terror replaced their anger. One by one, they signed the documents, completely surrendering their power. I watched in absolute awe as Charles single-handedly dismantled my father's enemies in under ten minutes.‎Shorty after, Vincent called to inform us that my

‎"No! You can't do this to me!" Valentina burst into hysterical tears, backing away from the door. ‎"What is going on here?" Christie asked, her voice tight as she walked down the hallway toward the open suite door. ‎Valentina froze, her face turning pale as she turned to her daughter. "I... I was only trying to get his financial codes to sell to a firm... just to get my own money back. I'm so sorry, Christie!" ‎Valentina reached out, trying to touch Christie’s arm, but Christie jerked away, dodging her touch with utter disappoinment. ‎"I really didn't mean to hurt anyone," Valentina sobbed, her mask completely shattered. "I was going to leave anyway..." ‎"Marcus, escort her off the estate grounds immediately," Charles commanded, his voice dripping with authority as Marcus stepped forward, picking up Valentina’s suitcases. ‎As Valentina turned toward the exit, Charles added coldly, "If you ever attempt to contact my family or step foot near a Sterling property again, I will cut

‎Knock. Knock. ‎I knocked softly on Christie’s bedroom door. She had isolated herself from everyone since Valentina was thrown out of the estate. ‎"Come in," her voice sounded quietly from inside. ‎I pushed the door open and stepped in. Christie was lying on her bed with her back to the door, surrounded by crumpled papers and half-eaten snack wrappers. ‎"Christie... I hate seeing you like this," I said gently, climbing onto the mattress and wrapping my arms around her from behind. ‎"You're an official corporate partner with the Sterling Group now. Congratulations, Maya," Christie said softly, her voice low and drained. ‎"I really wish you were coming to the gala with us tonight," I replied, resting my chin on her shoulder. ‎"I'll be fine," Christie forced a small smile, turning to look at me. "Just go have fun. You know dad doesn't like to be kept waiting." ‎"Okay... call me if you need anything," I said, kissing her forehead before heading to my room to finish getting ready.

‎"I... I never agreed to his proposal," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I looked at the morning newspaper. ‎"I'll take care of it, Maya. You just focus on your studies and head to school," Charles replied calmly. ‎I was escorted to campus by Marcus, but traffic made us late, and Professor Stone's lecture had already ended by the time we arrived. ‎As I stepped out into the main university hallway, my heart dropped. A massive swarm of reporters and paparazzi was packed into the corridor, flashing cameras and shouting at the top of their lungs. ‎Where the fuck is Marcus? ‎Before I could turn around, the crowd surrounded me, blocking my path to the exit. ‎"Miss Harrington! Did you accept Mr. Vance's public courtship proposal?" a young female reporter asked, shoving a voice recorder in my face. ‎I ignored her, trying to push my way through the sea of bodies toward the glass doors. ‎"Miss Harrington, is it true you and Derrick Vance have been secretly dating for months?" a