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assistant"> The water rippled softly around me as silence settled between us again. “You should hate me,” I said after a moment. “I slept with my fiancé’s father.” Then I let out a small breath before continuing. “I mean, I know Ryan isn’t exactly perfect and he already told me what he wants from our marriage. He wants to have his life, his women, and I’m supposed to be some dutiful wife.” Victor’s expression changed immediately, the calm stoic look on his face disappearing into a deep frown. “Ryan said what?” he asked sharply. “He plans to pursue other women while you’re married?”

she asked distractedly, her face hidden from my view. "Ah... uh, not yet," I stumbled over my lie. I had found my mate not once but twice. The first ended in rejection, and the second... a total disaster I couldn't bear to discuss. Her own father turned out to be my mate. How crazy is that? Shitty.

He kept probing about who the mystery guy was, wanting to meet him, and I continued to deflect, trying to keep Xavier's and my secret safe. But for how long? I couldn't shake off the feeling that my lie would eventually catch up with me. "Dad, I've told you, there's nothing special between us yet; it's just a normal relationship," I insisted, forcing a laugh. My father raised an eyebrow, not really buying my lie. "Sarah, you know you're not very good at lying." He bet he doesn't know I am quite good at it. I think… But as the evening wore on, my father's questions became less frequent, replaced by laughter and stories. Xavier had suggested he narrate his experience in France, which he did, s

My father , how could she , how can she be having an affair with my own father . All this while I have been wondering who it was that has been going out with my dad and it was no other person but her and all this whine she pretended to still care , The satisfied smile that she had on her face when I found out was hunting me . No matter how much I try to let it go , the thought of it will never leave my head. How can she do this to me? How can my own father do this to me , sleeping with my friend and helping her get back at Mr .

"Tell me, what kind of man forces his own mother to end him? What do you think your father was like?" My chest tightened, breaths coming in ragged gasps as tears welled in my eyes. That fucking woman, his own mother, knew these monsters were responsible for his death. My father... he didn't even have the luxury of a mother's love. Instead, he had monsters for family. "Monsters..." I spat, tears streaming down my cheeks. "You're all fucking monsters! My dad was innocent—never harmed a soul in his life. He dedicated himself to his people. All he knew was love, and you—"

"What about Mom." "Oh, she's going to love hearing about this," Dad said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stared at my dad like he was an alien. "Listen, son, I know you got into that cute Natalie's panties last night," he said. "Got yourself a girlfriend. That's great. Girls love men, and they know men have to sow their seeds. You fuck the sluts and come back to your woman and tell her all about it. Makes her wet, then you get to have more fun."

"What are you doing?" "I'm hungry," I growled. I unzipped my coveralls and freed my cock. It was rock hard again. I yanked Toby's jeans down to his knees. I didn't prep him. I didn't need to. He was already gaping open, leaking my load from earlier. I slammed into him. Toby cried out, but the sound of the running shower in the bathroom drowned him out. "Your dad is in the shower," I grunted, pounding into him. "He's washing off the grime while I'm fucking his son on the kitchen table."

But that was a problem for another time. As I lay down on my bed, my thoughts drifting towards sleep, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw it was my father calling. I answered the call, a smirk playing on my lips. “How’s it going?” he asked. “It’s going well,” I replied, my voice laced with satisfaction. “I just had several rounds of satisfying sex with the Alpha. Fucked him till he was knocked out.” My father chuckled on the other end of the line. “Well done,” he said. Then there was a pause before he added, “Why didn’t you fuck me one more time before you left the cave?”

Plus, it takes one to know one; I could not recall the last day I had only had sex with one woman. Then too, Dad had been with Lisa before. We had never shared her, though. He thought it over for a second and then walked over to the side of the couch and dropped his shorts. Lisa squealed around my cock as my father filled her pussy from behind. He squeezed her sexy little bottom as he started driving his shaft into her. Lisa looked up at me with wide eyes.

my dad’s voice cut through the room and I saw him to my left with a glass in his hands. My dad is rather young, he is just forty four. He had me when he was nineteen years old and a trust fund baby like me. He has told me the story more times than I can count. He was frivolous with his money and enjoyed spending it on women. He met my mother in a night club and they had a one night stand. She realized she was pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to try to blackmail my father. She waited until she had given birth and appeared on his front porch with a baby in her hands.