I gripped the table as his cock pressed against my entrance.

“Please…” I moaned, arching my back.

He leaned in, lips brushing my earlobe. “Beg me to fuck your pussy until you can’t walk.”

“Please…Mr Hayes!“

He didn’t wait.

Christian thrust in deep, almost hitting my womb.

“Shit… yes. Fuck me harder.”

He slowed. “That’s not what you call me when you’re begging like this.”

My pussy clenched around him, hating how much I loved the correction.

“What should I call you then?”

His next thrust was hard. I gasped.

“It’s Daddy to you, Liv.”

“Daddy?” I slurred. “But… that’s what Jenna calls you.”

His grip on my waist tightened.

“She isn't the only one allowed to, so whenever I'm fucking this pussy you call me Daddy. Understood?!”

“Fu..fuckk yes daddyy”

Lord forgive me.

I wasn't drowning in sin anymore.

I was choosing it.

~~~

Olivia Bennett always dreamed of a Christmas wedding.

After seven years, her boyfriend finally proposes—and what could be a better wedding date than Christmas Day?

Everything perfect… until she catches him cheating with his secretary, just NINETY days before “I do.”

Heartbroken, Olivia accepts her best friend’s offer of an all-expenses-paid holiday getaway. But one vulnerable night, fueled by heartbreak and alcohol, pulls her into the arms of a man she should never have touched…

Christian Hayes.

Her best friend’s Billionaire father.

What should’ve been a single mistake becomes something she can’t forget, escalating to a forbidden affair.

But all that comes crashing down when Jenna, her bestfriend discovers their engagement and vows to destroy it, Olivia must decide if loving Christian is worth the cost. As Christmas approaches only Jenna can give them her blessing or destroy their chance at happiness.

001

Olivia

Who says buying lingerie by yourself, ninety days to your wedding day is bad luck?

Because I was doing the opposite.

I have heard from countless ladies how their lingeries was mostly brought as a gift from the bride's best friend, cousin, or sister, but of course.

My best friend, Jenna, who couldn't make it for my engagement party, decided to do something crazy and new.

She paid for the lingerie and chose the specific colour she wanted for me!

Isn't that crazy?

And here I was, standing in front of the lingerie display, my fingers grazing the satin and lace like they were something magical.

My reflection stared back at me from the tall mirror opposite the aisle, eyes too bright, cheeks warm, lips curved in a smile I hadn't been able to suppress since the morning Jenna invaded my sleep.

Ninety days! Just ninety days to Christmas and ninety days to my wedding day!

To some people, it was still far, but to me that has been waiting seven years to walk down that aisle, it was closer than ever.

I reached for the red set again.

It wasn't something I had ever imagined myself wearing. Red felt bold. Confidence. Dangerous, even. I had always been soft colours girlie— cream, blush, white. Anything safe. Anything that didn't demand attention.

But tonight, standing here, thinking about Jenna's loud voice and Ethan's patient hands, his quiet understanding whenever I had asked him to slow down, to wait…red felt right like Jenna had suggested.

I swallowed, heat blooming under my skin as I folded the lace carefully and took it to the counter.

The cashier was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a knowing smile. She scanned the item, then glanced up at me with a suspicious smile.

“Oh, Red is Spicy! A special occasion?” She asked, her tone light, teasing without being intrusive.

I hesitated, then laughed softly, my cheeks burning red. “Is it that obvious?”

She chuckled. “Only to women who's beautiful as you are. Damn, that man is lucky. Hubby’s gonna get it hot tonight.”

My face warmed at her compliments and way of guessing things. “Soon to be hubby, actually.”

“Ouu, congratulations,” she replied with a warm smile on her face. “I’m guessing it’s next week or a month from now?”

“Not really,” I said, enjoying the conversation with this stranger. “It could happen now if I wanted, but I wanted to something magical…”

“A Christmas Wedding?”

“Yes, you got it right! My forever dream wedding.”

She winked in a teasing manner. “Ouu, that's so sweet.”

“Or do you have another colour in mind?”

“What could be more spicy than red already?” She winked, slipping the receipt into the bag. “Congratulations, dear. Whoever he is, he's lucky and a Christmas Wedding? Girl you are about to make someone's wedding dream come to pass!”

I thanked her, gripping the bag to my chest as I walked away, my heart feeling too big for my ribs.

The rest of the shopping went quickly, ingredients for the pasta Ethan loved, a bottle of wine he had been saving for a “perfect night,” popcorn for later.

The kind of ordinary things that suddenly felt magical because they were ‘ours’.

We were supposed to cook together tonight.

Perhaps laugh over burnt garlic, argue about which movie to watch and fall asleep tangled on the couch like always.

I smiled to myself as I drove to his place with my mind already replaying the way he would look when he saw me.

The way his eyes always softened, like I was something…the most precious thing he ever saw.

Ethan Morrison was everything I ever asked in a man. My type of man. He's soft spoken, gentle at heart, doesn't even pressure me to do things I don't want to. Buys me gifts even when I don't ask for them.

Should I even continue about the things he does to please me?

When I turned into his driveway, my foot eased off the accelerator.

A car was parked in front of his house and it wasn't just any car.

A familiar one.

A sleek black, tinted windows, small scratch near the rear bumper I had seen a hundred times in my apartment and the office parking lot.

And for some reason, my stomach tightened.

Sophie Davis.

My cousin, colleague and Ethan's secretary's car.

I stared at it, my mind scrambling for any logical reason why her car would be parked right in front of my fiance's apartment, when she had called in sick today even when she was all good this morning before I left home.

She had sounded miserable on the phone, congested, apologetic, insisting she would make it up tomorrow and Ethan also signed to that.

Maybe there was an urgent issue.

I parked slowly behind her car and I could feel my pulse picking up.

I had heard plenty of scenarios from friends and the internet on how colleagues at work sleep with each other, but I told myself not to be ridiculous.

Sophie and Ethan worked closely and I couldn't even deny that. Late hours happened and emergencies happened.

Family trusted family.

I grabbed my bags, leaving behind the bag with lingerie. I walked to the front door, forcing my steps to stay steady.

The porch light was on and the door was unlocked, just like Ethan always left it for me.

And surprisingly, the house was way too quiet for someone who was working with Sophie, the loudest person on earth.

My cousin would never be this quiet when talking about things that involved work.

“Ethan?” I called softly, stepping inside.

But there was still no answer and still no sight of them in the living room.

I set the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter, glancing around. His jacket wasn't on the chair where he usually tossed it. The living room was neat, no laptop, no files, no sign of a meeting.

A strange feeling coursed through my soul.

“Sophie?” I tried again, my voice thinner now.

But still nothing.

I walked down the hallway, and that was when I heard it.

A strange sound coming from the bedroom.

A low, breathy noise that sounded intimate. Followed by slaps and loud moans of two familiar voices.

I halted to a stop, my heart slamming so hard in my body.

No.

I took another step, every instinct screaming at me to turn around, to leave, to think any of these is a dream, to preserve whatever fragile version of reality I still had.

My hands shook as I moved closer to the bedroom door, sweat covering my body.

I pressed my palm to the wall, my body cold and burning at the same time.

This isn't happening, I told myself.

Not even to me.

This is a misunderstanding. I am so fucking sure.

This is…

The door opened slightly.

My vision blurred, tears stinging my eyes as I leaned forward with my heart pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

I peeped inside.

And I saw…

002

Olivia

And I saw…

I saw Sophie and Ethan was behind her, his hands gripping her hips with rough and urgent movements.

Sophie's back was arched, her head tilted forward with fingers pressed into the mattress as she breathed out sounds.

“Oh, Ethan, fuck me, harder, faster,” She screamed out, her whole body vibrating while Ethan laughed out loud like he had just won an award.

They were too lost in each other to notice me at first.

For a moment, I stood there, unable to move, unable to think of my next move.

My brain felt disconnected from my body, like I was watching something unreal, something meant for someone else but I knew it was real.

It couldn't have been his best friend, banging my very own cousin in my boyfriend's room.

My vision tunneled, my ears rang, and my heart pounded so loudly I thought I might pass out right there in the door way.

They still didn't see me.

That hurt more than anything else.

“You ... .you guys can't be doing this ninety days before my wedding!” I yelled out before I could stop myself, breaking into a choked sob.

And that was when everything froze.

Sophie gasped and twisted around, her face draining of color when she saw me, an expression that quickly died down after some minute, replaced with a cunning smile.

Ethan stilled behind her, then pulled back, finally turning toward the door.

Toward me.

For a half second, I waited for something, shock, guilt or panic, but nothing came.

I just stood there, staring at Sophie scrambling off the bed, grabbing at her clothes with shaking hands, pulling them on in a rush with her movements frantic and uncoordinated.

She wouldn't even look at me. Her eyes stayed fixated on the floor, her hair falling into her face as she dressed.

Sophie was my cousin, someone we had both created for ourselves here in NewYork after leaving California, her parents' place to become independent.

Ethan sat there with no rush, no apology, just a blank face that looked almost annoyed like I had interrupted his moment.

“Really? Really, Olivia? I thought I told you to work some more time if you haven't seen my call.”

His next question shocked me to the core and my knees finally gave out, and I had to grab the doorframe to stay upright.

“Are you …are you really going to say this? Without any explanation of what I just saw?” I asked, with a voice that didn't sound like mine. It came out thin, shaky, barely holding the situation together.

Ethan sighed. “As if there's anything to explain,” he said, standing up slowly. “You walked in on us and you saw it. What I expected of you to do is act like you didn't see anything and leave. Maybe come back tomorrow and I will be good then.”

My chest tightened and an unbelievable gasp escaped from my lips. “What? You expect me to act like I didn't see you and my own cousin, having sex? You're sleeping with her!” I said, the words heavy and bitter on my tongue. “You're sleeping with my cousin in your house while we're engaged to be married?!”

He shrugged as he reached for his clothes. “I got tired of waiting, man.”

The room went blurry for an instant.

“Tired of waiting?” I repeated, a small unbelievable laugh coming through. “Tiredof waiting when our wedding is just in three months, Ethan. Tired of waiting and you choose my cousin to do your things with?”

He let out a short laugh, pulling on his shirt with no fucking remorse in those eyes. “And?”

“And you've waited seven years,” I screamed, the sound rolling out of me. “Seven years! What difference would three months make?”

He looked at me, like I was some crazy creature he has seen so far. “You really are that dumb?” He asked. “You honestly thought I went seven years without sex?”

The words hit me like a slap to my face and I lost every word.

“I…” my voice broke completely. “You said…”

“I said what you needed to hear,” he interrupted. “You wanted the fairytale. The patient's fiance. A perfect Christmas Wedding and I am giving it to you, so calm down.”

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “You…you lied to me.”

And for so many reasons, the lady, my cousin that I had brought as company to my work place and given a job to, decided to be bold enough to talk.

“He didn't correct you,” she said flatly. “There's a difference. Maybe you just choose to be blind. Ethan is huge and I wouldn't even want another woman under him.” She started shamelessly with a smirk tugging at her lips.

My mind started pulling up memories without my permission. Those late nights at the office. Those last-minute business trips.

The way Sophie always seemed to know Ethan’s schedule better than I did. The times I’d walked into rooms and found them too close, only for them to jump apart and laugh it off.

And I had believed them to not be able to do anything.

I had fucking trusted them.

“You were looking for a way to tell me?” I whispered.

He scoffed. “I didn’t know how. And honestly? You were too naïve to notice. Even when the signs were right in front of you.”

My chest felt like it was caving in.

I turned toward Sophie then, my vision blurred with tears. “Why?” I asked her. “Why would you do this to me? You knew. I told you everything. The wedding, the plans…this was my dream.”

She finally looked up with an irritated expression. “Oh dear, stop it. Don't start with that,” she said sharply, rolling her eyes. “Your whole Christmas Wedding fantasy? Spare me, please. Don't be a deluxe because it cannot happen anymore. Ethan chose me now.”

I stared at her, stunned with my hand clenched tightly together. I couldn't resist the slap that my hands wanted to throw her way.

“You internationally had your way with my man becau…because you wanted to ruin my day?”

“No, corrections. Because your man Ethan, is too hard to ignore and for records, we have been smashing for four years now. I don't think this is new.”

I raised my hands to slap her out of rage but she was too fast to hold my hands, anger blazing in her eyes.

“Don't be too stupid, Olivia. You wouldn't dare to slap me because of a man who doesn't even want you and your Virgin self. Nobody wants a virgin. A stupid naive Virgin..” she yelled and something inside me shattered completely.

I didn't scream, I didn't argue and I didn't say anything else.

I just turned around and walked out.

I didn’t remember grabbing my bag. I didn’t remember locking the door behind me. I only remembered the air outside feeling colder than it should’ve been, my chest burning with every breath.

I drove without knowing where I was going.

When I finally stopped, I was in a bar I’d never been to before. I had never been drunk in my life but tonight? I don't even care.

What I wanted was a crazy night for myself, maybe.

I ordered one drink, until it turned into six drinks.

My thoughts blurred, the room growing louder and softer all at once.

That was when I saw a blurry man, looking all sexy.

He was leaning against the bar, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, his sleeves rolled up just enough to draw attention. He looked confident in a quiet way, like he didn’t need to try.

I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight up to him, pulled my card from my wallet, and shoved it against his chest.

“I want a night with you,” I said, my voice unsteady but determined. “I want to feel good.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Is that so?”

I nodded. “No talking. No pretending. Just tonight.”

He studied me for a moment, amusement flickering in his eyes. “You usually open negotiations like that?”

“Tonight I do,” I said, drunkenly.

He smiled slowly. “You’re trouble.”

“Probably,” I admitted.

He leaned in closer. “You sure about this?”

But I didn't give a response, instead, I grabbed his collar and kissed him.

Right there in the bar.

A very desperate, reckless and exactly what I needed type of kiss and when I pulled back, with my lips trembling, I looked up at him and whispered, “Room?”

003

Olivia

I woke up late with a pounding headache and a mouth that felt completely dry like sand paper.

For a moment, I couldn't wrap my head off where I exactly was because obviously, the room didn't look like mine.

The bed was unfamiliar, too wooden than mine, and the light filtering through the curtains made my head hurt even more. I groaned softly and turned to my side.

Then everything from the night before came back in pieces like a refreshed memory of my misery.

The supermarket, the red lingerie, Ethan cheating on me with my cousin and ….

The bar!

The drinks

The man.

I sat up quickly, panic rising in my chest as I checked myself, my face burning red with embarrassment.

What have I done?

Asking a man for a night?!

Fortunately for me, my clothes were still on, nothing felt wrong, no soreness and certainly not discomfort..

I frowned, confused.

Slowly, I remembered more. He hadn't touched me.

Even when I was adamant, clinging to the stranger's body, he only helped me to the bed, gave me water, and told me to sleep because I was too drunk to leave. He'd left after making sure I was okay.

Relief washed over me, so strong it made my eyes sting of embarrassment.

What was I even thinking trying to get myself a one night stand on the night of my breakup with Ethan?

I pressed my hands together and whispered a quick prayer, hoping I would never run into that stranger again.

My phone buzzed on the bed stand table.

I checked the time and froze.

I was late for work.

My panic replaced everything else. No matter how much I didn't want to go, I had to. I couldn't afford to lose my job because of my personal life.

I rushed through the shower, three of the same clothes I wore yesterday, and left the hotel room with my head still aching.

I had some office wear in my car and hopefully, I could change in my car.

The moment I walked into the office, I felt something was wrong.

People were whispering as if something new had happened.

“I'm so happy for them.”

“They look perfect together.

“Such a hot match.”

“Their kids will be beautiful.”

I slowed down, my stomach tightening with people stealing glances at me, then looking away.

I didn't understand what was happening until I reached my office.

Security was inside.

And what?

They were packing my things into boxes.

My files, my notebooks and my personal items.

“What's going on?” I asked, a frown settling across my face with fear.

One of the guards looked at me apologetically. “We were instructed to clear out your office.”

“Instructed by who? I didn't even get an email about these changes.”

“The Acting Manager,” he replied. “Mr Ethan.”

My chest rose and fell at the same time.

“No. No. No. There's been a mistake,” I said. “I need to talk to him first. You can’t just do things without me making any offense.”

I didn’t wait for permission. I just walked straight to Ethan's office and opened the door.

And as if yesterday's pain and embarrassment wasn't enough —He and Sophie were kissing.

Comfortably!

They sluggishly pulled apart when they saw me. Sophie adjusted her clothes and walked past me without saying a word. As she did, she lifted her hand slightly.

And that was when I caught it. A diamond ring sparkled on her finger.

She paused at the door, smiled faintly and uttered out the word. “Guess I am the one fulfilling your Christmas fantasy wedding.”

Then she left.

My jaw clenched and with everything I had in me, I restrained from saying anything aside from work.

I turned to Ethan. “Why is security packing my office? What's going on?”

He leaned back in his chair, calm like he had not done anything. “You’ve been let go.”

“What?” My eyes widened in disbelief and my voice shook. “Let go?! Why? How? For what reasons?”

“They are issues,” he said. “Lost documents and misconduct. They even found out you brought in someone from your side, to work in the same company that you're in.”

Yes, it was true the company didn't like a staff bringing in another staff to them and I had explained this to Sophie before letting her in. Until she made it known to Ethan.

“That's not true,” I yelled, tears clouding my eyes. “I don't even handle those files and people don't even know we are dating! They don't even know if Sophie is my friend, sister or cousin! We weren't even that close at work! So what are you saying?”

He shrugged. “Well, the papers say otherwise.”

“You're lying,” I yelled. “You did this.”

However, he shook his head nonchalantly.

“What did I do to deserve this?” I asked, tears burning my eyes.

“You’re making things difficult,” he replied flatly. “You being here only makes my work here a threat. And I can't risk that, so I am calling the security.”

That was it.

~~~~~

The two weeks that followed my life felt empty.

Sophie didn't come home after that night and I?

I drank more than I ever had in my life. I stayed in bed. I stopped answering calls. I barely ate. I even stood in the bathroom and cut my hair short without thinking much about it. I didn't care how I looked anymore.

Doesn't matter anymore because I didn't care to impress anyone.

I had no one here.

No parents. No distant family. No close friends nearby.

Jenna had called most times to keep me happy but all I ever did was act all happy to make her less worried.

My life had been work and Ethan.

And now both are gone.

I turned on the television just to drown out the silence in my life but as always things don't work out in my favour.

The headline that started made my chest tighten.

“Acting Manager of Northstar Holdings Set To Marry His Longtime Best Friend and Secretary.”

I stared at the screen, a snort escaping my lips.

And there they were, Ethan and Sophie, smiling for cameras. She held out her ring and he stood close to her, proud and confident.

He had insisted our relationship stay private but now, this was everywhere. Every fucking where.

I snapped.

I threw the remote at the wall and knocked things over. I cried until my throat hurt and my body felt weak.

Eventually, I went out onto the balcony.

I leaned against the railing, staring down, feeling empty and tired. Life felt unfair. I felt completely alone.

But maybe it wasn't completely lonely.

The doorbell rang and I ignored it.

It rang again and I still didn't move, then the door opened and a familiar voice came through.

“Liv!”

“Liv! My sweetheart!” Jenna screamed and in that instant, everything bone inside of me loosened.

I didn’t know how long I stood crying in her arms, but when I finally calmed down, we talked.

Jenna was my everything.

Just name it and she's doing it, she's there, helping you, relieving you off your stress and doing everything that would make you happy.

I met her during my high school and years now, she has been the best so far.

Jenna sat beside me on the couch, handing me water and occasionally squeezing my hand.

She called Ethan every name imaginable, called Sophie even worse, and told me firmly that none of this was my fault and I was still going to do something crazy before Christmas came.

And….I was still going to use my lingerie which left a smile on my face.

I was honestly too drained to defend people who didn't deserve every word from me.

After a while, Jenna leaned back and sighed. “You need to get out of here.”

I frowned. “Out of where? Jenna, I don't even have that kind of money right now. I just lost my job because of my personal life and I definitely need to be out of this apartment very soon.”

“Out of the city. Out of your head.” She smiled slightly. “And you don’t have to worry too much, I’ll handle all the bills.”

I wanted to protest but she beat me to it, “See it as my gift to you, an all paid expense trip to California. My family house is damn empty and I need an accomplice.”

I blinked twice. “Jenna I…”

“No excuses,” she said quickly. “Sulking wouldn't stop the heartbreak, but space, enjoyment and having fun, will. And who knows, we might find another perfect Prince Charming to fulfill that Christmas wedding.”

She winked and a small laugh escaped from my lips. “No way I’m falling in love again, not after what Ethan put me through.”

“Never say never, Santa might be listening,”

I nudged her playfully, chuckling.

That was the realest laugh I have had for weeks.

“Fine, I accept your offer. When do we leave?”

“Now!”

“Now?!” I repeated in shock, as she dragged me from the couch.

004

OLIVIA

The air in California?

Oh my God!

The air felt much lighter, I felt good!

The house was big, warm, and peaceful. The kind of peace that I needed. I slept better that first night than I had in weeks with Jenna sniffing every one of me.

The next morning, Jenna burst into my room, fully dressed and far too energetic.

“Get up, mamacita!” She said, “We are going out tonight.!” She squealed.

I groaned. “Jenna, I thought you said I came here to rest. What's with the going out thingy.”

“No, no. You can't be a killer joy, not today.” She replied. “If you ask me, I don't think you need to rest. You've been resting for the past two to three weeks now and all you need is a nice party to clear your crowded mind. You can rest for the latter. We're attending our college reunion party.”

I sat up. “A reunion? Since when?”

“Since now.”

“I wasn’t told about this.”

She waved me off. “You'll be fine, girl. Dress up and stop sulking around mamacita.”

“I don't want to see anyone from back then.”

“You won't die,” she said cheerfully. “Now, shower.”

She didn't give me space to argue.

~~

The party was louder than I expected.

Music, laughter and familiar faces that felt strange now. Everyone looked different from way back. Second time I would be coming up here after the large fight that happened way back because of me.

I stayed close to Jenna at first, avoiding every face, but she drifted away quickly, pulling into conversations.

That's when I saw him.

My high school crush, Kyle Robinson.

The one who caused a huge crash out of the last reunion, I swore not to come again.

He looked older and more confident now.

“Olivia?” He asked, smiling. “Wow, you look…different.”

I smiled back, surprised and wanting to find a way to avoid having a discussion with him. “Hi.”

We talked for a while, about life, work, where we'd ended up. It was comfortable and for a moment, I felt normal again.

Having a discussion with someone I once fought with.

Isn't that crazy?

Well, you can't blame me. He is more mature now.

And finally, when I was enjoying the conversation, he was pulled away by someone else.

I ended up at the bar alone, nursing a drink, then another. The room started to blur slightly and I became scared.

What if I act all out again?

Fortunately for me, I found Jenna.

“I'm tired,” I whined.

She studied my face for a moment, then nodded. “Don’t be such a bore, Liv. The party hasn’t even begun.”

“I feel so drowsy, stressed and sleepy.”

“Do you want me to send someone over to help you ease the stress?”

“Fuck no!” I said amid laughter.

“Okay fine, let’s get you a cab,” she replied, holding my hands as we walked out.

“Don’t stay awake, waiting. I might return late,” she said as she closed the door, waving at me until I was out of sight.

The girl loved me way too much and I was so lucky to have her.

The house was back to its quietness when I got back .

I kicked off my shoes as I headed to the kitchen, taking a glass of water.

My phone buzzed and I quickly checked it, hoping that I’d be—No messages from Ethan!

A wave of disappointment washed over me as I sat on the nearby stool. He didn’t even care.

I typed his name hesitantly on the i*******m search bar, and that was when I saw it…wedding pictures! It was all over his page, smiles, kisses, with thousands of likes and beautiful comments.

And when I finally thought it was over, the feeling gushed back in. I felt my chest tightened with pain.

I reached out for alcohol, pouring a glass and downing it at a go. And then, another and another, until I lost count.

I didn’t deserve this!

Since when was it wrong to be a virgin?

Since when was it a crime to wait until marriage…but what did I get from doing that? My fiancee fucking my cousin!

A tear slipped from my eyes as I stood up, drinking wouldn’t stop this pain, I needed to forget…I needed to erase this betrayal from my head.

I needed something new to focus on. I walked upstairs, my head hazy, and my steps unsteady.

But just as I reached my room, I froze.

There was a man in my bed.

Naked

Fucking naked!

I gasped, my eyes widening. “What…who are you?”

He sat up slowly, clearly confused. “Are you not my escort?”

I stared at him, obviously confused about what meant. “Did, Jen…” I stopped, shaking my head. “Did cupcake send you?”

He frowned, his husky voice, sending a vibration to my body. “What's the fuss about? Your company asked you to come here. Get on.”

I should've left that instant because I didn't know who he was or what he was talking about, but I walked closer instead, the alcohol filling my better judgement. I leaned in and kissed him.

His cedar cologne invading my nostril and smelling so familiar like I had gotten that smell somewhere.

The kiss was desperate, clumsy and full of everything I was trying not to feel.

Goddness.

He hesitated. “Are you sure you are in for my kind of sex?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Make me forget.”

I woke up, alone, very sore, exhausted and feeling sweet.

I lay there for a moment, reminiscing about all the things that happened last night. How the escort was shocked that I was a virgin.

The way he had unlocked a part of me I hadn’t discovered. The way his long dick had…Shit! Did I just get disvirgined by a stranger?

A smile crept on my face, I didn’t regret it. If anything, I felt relieved and light-hearted.

I sat up slowly, my body aching, my eyes scanning the room. It wasn’t mine.

I must have walked inside the visitor’s room sure to the alcohol. And then the escort, he had dressed and cleaned the room like a gentleman.

I stood up, heading to my room quietly. I showered, dressed simply in a polo shirt, and went downstairs.

Just as the hallway, I could hear Jenna’s loud laughter. I knew for sure, she was ready to bombard me with questions on how my night went.

But on entering the kitchen, I froze.

The escort from last night?

They were talking comfortably like they had known each other for years. Jenna was laughing, hitting his chest and the man was holding her hand.

What the heck was happening?

Why was he still here?

Perhaps he was her friend? But Jenna never kept male friends…infact she despised men.

Jenna noticed me first and froze. “Liv…”

The escort also turned around and I could clearly see his face unlike last night.

Icy green eyes, broad shoulders, sharp jawline and every feature that made him older and sexy at that.

Jenna rushed toward me. “I promise. This isn't how I planned to introduce you. He is just so full of surprises.”

My brows furrowed into confusion

Introduce me?

“My father wasn't supposed to show up,”she continued, with a smile. “I swear. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I am just here scolding him.”

My head spun and my face dropped.

I haven’t gotten a chance to see him, since he was always very busy and on our first meeting, I…

Fuck, I slept with my best friend’s father?!

005

OLIVIA

I'd become an expert at timing my exits. I knew Christian's morning routine now, knew when he'd be in his office on conference calls, knew when he'd emerge for coffee. I planned my movements around him like some elaborate dance where the goal was never to touch.

Three days had passed since the introduction. Three days of living in a state of constant awareness, my body tensing whenever I heard footsteps in the hall.

Jenna had noticed nothing. Why would she? Her father was home early, working remotely for the week before heading back to New York. Her best friend was staying over like always. Everything was normal.

Except nothing was normal.

I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, hyperaware of the office door down the hall. Closed. Good. I could breathe.

“You're being weird,” Jenna said from the couch, not looking up from her phone.

My heart skipped. “What?”

“You've been jumpy all week. Is it the internship thing? Because I told you, my dad will totally write you a recommendation.”

"Yeah, maybe that's it." I twisted the cap off the bottle, and took a drink I didn't want.

“He used to be so welcoming, but I think the merger is stressing him out.” She continued, finally looking up with those same sharp eyes her father had. “You two haven't even really talked since he got here. It's kind of funny, you're usually good with parents.”

Yeah I was.

But those parents hadn't seen me half naked, hadn't touched me in ways that still made my skin feel hot when I thought about it too long.

“He’s busy with work and I take no offense,” I said.

“Back to the business of the day, we are going out!” She squealed. “There’s a party at Kyle’s place and we are attending. No excuses.”

A wave of relief flooded me.

At least I won’t get to see him for the rest of the day.

“I’ll take a shower quickly,” Jenna muttered before heading upstairs—leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I downed the remaining water before following behind.

But just as I reached the stairs, the loud slam of a door stopped me.

I turned and our eyes met.

Fuck!

I froze on the spot, my heart racing and somehow in the heat of that moment, my eyes still managed to rake over his body.

He wore a plain unbuttoned shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows and chest exposed. Then his tight shorts that left me almost drooling at his tanned legs.

‘Get a grip’ I said to myself.

He had a phone pressed to his ear, nodding at whatever the person on the other end was saying.

I took the hint to escape and was about to move when I heard his deep baritone voice.

“Olivia.”

I turned back to him.

“I'll have Jenkins send over the revised contracts by the end of day,” he said into the phone. He moved to the coffee maker, his movements easy and confident in his own space.

Why did he call me back?

Perhaps I should still leave ?

“Sounds good. Talk Monday,” he concluded, setting the phone on the dinning. The silence stretched out between us, thick and uncomfortable.

His eyes were fixated on me, as if studying me and I swallowed hard, a shiver running down my spine.

“Mr Hayes, you called,” I broke the silence, my voice barely a whisper.

“Call me Christian,” he muttered.

I ignored that.

“Is there something you want to say to me? I really need to go…now.”

He didn’t respond immediately and then; “We should talk, Olivia.”

“Jenna’s upstairs.”

“I know. Tonight, after she goes to sleep.”

My stomach dropped. “I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Probably not,”he agreed. “But we can't keep doing this. The avoiding thing.”

He was right. I knew he was. This whole situation was ridiculous, unsustainable.

“Okay,” I said. “Tonight.”

He nodded, turned back to his coffee and I ran up the stairs before either of us could say anything else.

~~~~~~~~~~

The party was exactly what I needed. Loud music, too many people, the familiar chaos of college socializing.

I drank too much, too fast, allowed Kyle talk to me about his summer plans, danced with people whose names I couldn't quite remember.

Jenna kept giving me concerned looks.

“I'm fine,” I told her for the third time.

“You're acting insane,”

“I'm having fun.”

“I think you’ve had enough bottles in one night,” She pulled me away from the makeshift dance floor, into the slightly quieter kitchen. “Is this about that asshole, Ethan?”

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t possibly tell her I fucked her father three days ago….Ethan was the perfect excuse.

“I’m still processing the break up, Jenna.” I finally replied.

“Oh, my darling,” she said, pulling me into a warm hug. “You want to head out? We can watch movies, daddy bought some refreshments, one of which is your favorite ice cream.”

The mention of her father sent a spike of anxiety through me. I'd have to face him tonight, have the conversation he'd asked for. The thought made me want to stay at this party forever, consequences be damned.

“We are already here, Jenna. Let’s just have fun,” I heard myself say.

~~~~~~~

We got back to the house around midnight. Christian's office light was still on, visible under the door. Jenna headed straight upstairs, exhausted and slightly drunk herself.

I stood in the hallway, staring at that strip of light.

I could go upstairs. Pretend I'd forgotten, or that I was too tired. Avoid it for one more day.

I knocked.

“Come in.”

He was at his desk, laptop open, papers spread around him.

He looked tired, the professional veneer slightly cracked at the edges. When he saw me, something shifted in his expression.

“Hi,” I said, suddenly aware of how I must look. Slightly drunk, wearing a short dress, smelling like party smoke and cheap beer.

“Hey,” he closed the laptop, giving me his full attention. “You went out?”

“Yeah. A party.” I stayed by the door, hand still on the knob. “We can do this another time if you're busy.”

“I'm not busy.” he stood, moved around the desk but kept his distance. “How drunk are you?”

“Not very. Enough to make this conversation slightly less terrible.”

A small smile formed on his lips. “Fair enough.”

I made myself step further into the room, closing the door behind me. The click of it sounded too loud.

“I'm sorry,” he began. “For what happened, for putting you in this position. I should have known.”

“I didn’t know either,” I said. “About who you were, I mean. I thought Jenna had sent you.”

“I thought you were my escort I had ordered for the night.”

I chuckled.

He did too.

“So we agree it was a mistake,” he said

“A huge mistake.”

“And it can't happen again.” he added.

"Never," I said, meaning it.

“Good.” But he didn't look away from me, and I couldn't make myself look away from him.

The air in the room felt different with something I didn't want to name. I thought about that night, about his hands on me, his mouth.

About how I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since.

“I should go,” I said.

“Yeah.” he muttered, but—Neither of us moved.

006

OLIVIA

I couldn’t sleep.

A sigh escaped my lips for the umpteenth time as I rolled onto my side.

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was—that night.

He had pinned me against the bed, thrusting inside my pussy hard and deep. Stretching my walls as moans of pleasure left my lips.

I could still feel everything—his touch, the ache, the way he had sucked my breasts like he was starving.

Christian Hayes.

The first man to touch me.

And now, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase it. If anything, I wanted more.

I pressed my thighs together, my chest beating as I rolled again. We had both agreed it was a mistake.

That it would never happen again, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise.

“Fuck,” I cursed out, my chest tight.

I was just overthinking. Like he said, he thought I was the escort he had ordered, and I had to try to bury whatever it was I was feeling.

I couldn’t risk Jenna finding out about this. I let out a deep breath before pulling the sheets around my body and forcing my eyes closed.

There was a knock on the door.

My heart skipped. I hesitated a bit before standing on my feet, and on opening the door—I froze.

He stood there, dressed in a plain black shirt and sweatpants. His eyes were fixated on mine, and I blinked just to be sure.

“Mr. Hayes?”

“Olivia,” he answered, his deep baritone voice sending shivers down my spine. “Are you going to let me in?”

I hesitated for a second, stepping aside. He walked past me, his musky cologne filling my nostrils.

I shut the door, my gaze shifting back to him. “To what did I owe this visit? It’s quite late,” I said, forcing a smile on my face to hide my nervousness.

His eyes dropped to my body slowly, and I suddenly felt aware of the transparent nightgown. “And yet you’re still awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer. “And why is that?” he said, his finger tucking strands of my hair behind my ears.

I swallowed hard. “It’s nothing. I’m just stressed; that's why.”

“Stressed?” he repeated, now standing close to me, our lips inches apart. “Or you were thinking of my cock?”

“Mr. Hayes,” I shifted backwards, hitting the wall.

“It’s Christian.”

“What happened was a mistake,” I said. “You said we shouldn’t—” I trailed off as I felt his hand underneath my gown.

“Is that what you want?” he pressed against my pussy. “Because your panties are soaked.”

I couldn’t mutter a word. Instead, my legs parted on instinct, wanting his touch.

He pushed my panties aside, fingers curling around my clit, and just as he was about to slip a finger in—

“Wake up, sleepyhead!”

Jenna?

I jolted off my bed.

My body was drenched in sweat, heart pounding as I scanned the room…no Christian. Just a fucking dream that left me panting, aching, and aroused.

Jenna stood in front of my wardrobe, tossing out clothes as I sat up. “What’s with the raiding?”

“Girl, this is 12pm!”

Shit… I overslept. “Are we going somewhere?” I asked.

“Nah, but I didn’t bring you here to wallow in your dreams,” she replied, and then a loud squeal. “Found it.”

She threw a red bikini at me. “Wear this!” She added.

“Are we going to the beach?”

“The swimming pool. Now can you please wear it and stop asking too many questions.”

“I haven’t showered, Jen.”

She forced my armpits up, despite my refusal. “You smell like roses. Come on, there's no time!”

I chuckled. “Why the hurry though? Are we expecting anyone?”

“Olivia Grace Bennett, get your ass off this bed!” She screamed, pushing me off, and I burst into laughter as we both struggled.

After minutes of taking a quick shower, I changed into the bikini and stood in front of the mirror admiring myself.

The red color blended with my skin so well.And my curves? I could swear my boobs were almost spilling out of the bikini bra.

I couldn’t even remember the last time I wore this. The past few years have been filled with work and work alone.

“Oh my days! Look at that ass, I wanna feel them,” I heard Jenna's voice behind me.

I smiled weakly. “Isn’t it too revealing?”

“Baby, don’t start with your mother Mary preaching. Let’s go.” She reached for my hand, dragging me out of the room.

My eyes were roaming as we passed the hallways. The last thing I wanted was to run into Christian.

This mansion was huge, with a lot of rooms and places to be. I thought I wouldn't just run into him, right? As a matter of fact, he might be busy, he...

The rest of my thought choked in my brain as we walked to the pool. My toes curled watching the scene right in front of me.

Fuck me!

Christian rose from the water in nothing but black briefs clinging to his hips.

My eyes shouldn't have gone further, yet they did, settling on the obvious large bulge.

I took a loud gulp. My thoughts running wild, like damn, how did that fit into my punani? My eyes still fixed on his cock when I heard my name.

“What do you think, Liv?” Jenna asked as she turned towards me.

I froze, my lips parted slightly as I blinked hard.

Was she talking to me?

007

OLIVIA

I swallowed hard, forcing a small, uneasy smile. “Yes, Jenna… anything you say,” I murmured even though I heard nothing.

Her eyes narrowed. “Why is your face so red? Is there a problem?” she asked, moving closer, her hand checking my temperature.

My gaze flickered to Christian; he shot me a knowing look, as if he could read every thought behind my flush.

I gave a short laugh that barely reached my eyes. “I’m fine, Jenna,” I said as I stepped back from her.

Her brow furrowed, but I gave her an assured smile. She sighed before turning to her father.

“I thought you were working today, Daddy?”

He shook his head. “No, I'm going to the supermarket. Do you want to get anything?” he asked as he strode towards the towel stand, took a towel, and placed it around his shoulder.

Jenna clasped her hands together. “Tampons,” she said with a smile. “And mint chip ice cream, also add those hazelnut chocolates!”

Christian nodded, then Jenna stepped back cautiously before diving into the water.

I was about to walk towards the pool when his voice stopped me. “Olivia?” His voice sent shivers down my spine. “Do you want to get anything?”

My gaze flickered from him to Jenna, who was floating on top of the water. “Not really, Mr. Hayes,” I muttered, smiling awkwardly.

“Mr. What?” Jenna shouted. “Liv, my daddy is not a granny. Call him Christian or Dad or anything but that name!” she concluded.

Christian's lips curved into a smile, his eyes still on me.

I bit my lower lip. “You can get a few chocolates for me too, Christian.”

He nodded.

I didn’t give him the chance to speak; I turned and dived into the pool.

The water made me shiver, and I knew my face was turning red again. What the hell was going on with me?

He was my best friend’s dad, for crying out loud. Why was I blushing and turning as red as tomatoes around him?

I sighed.

“Liv.” I heard a snap of fingers in front of my face. My eyes widened as I fluttered my lashes at Jenna.

“You’re still thinking?” she asked with a frown.

At this point, it's only a matter of time before Jenna finds out, with how swept up I'd gotten.

“It’s the breakup,” I lied again.

The thought of Ethan hadn’t even crossed my mind once since that night, yet he was the excuse I kept using. Lord, forgive me.

“Well, I have got good news,” she squealed, splashing the water on my face. “I found a perfect match for you.”

A sigh escaped my lips. “I don’t think…”

“You don’t have to think about a thing, Liv. I got you, and I know you’re going to like him,” she said with a wink.

My heart skipped, “And who are we talking about?” I asked, my expression turning serious. .

She placed her finger under her chin. “It’s a secret. He asked for a date tonight. All you have to do is go on a date with him,” she replied.

My mouth hung open. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to go on a date. Scratch that, I should be going on a date.

“Okay,” I said in a low voice before diving deeper into the water. We didn’t swim for long when I heard Jenna's voice.

“My body aches. I don’t know why I’m having pre-cramps without seeing my period,” Jenna said suddenly.

I halted, my legs playing with water while staring at Jenna with the corner of my lips raised. “You will probably see it soon. And if you don’t…” I paused with a teasing smile.

“And if I don’t… don’t be ridiculous, Liv,” she said with a low chuckle while walking out of the pool.

I laughed slowly. Well, it was kind of impossible for her to get pregnant. I mean, Jenna was into women and not men, so…

“You aren’t coming?” she asked, turning to me.

I shook my head. “I will catch up with you later.”

She nodded before walking out of the door.

After swimming to my satisfaction, I made my way to the lounge chair.

The sun hung high, draping my skin in golden warmth.

I sank into the chair as I reached for my straw hat on top.

I placed it on my head, closed my eyes, savoring the sunlight and quiet around me.

Nothing felt as perfect as this, letting the sun coat me in its warmth without the intrusion of a single chill.

Suddenly I heard footsteps.

“How are you feeling now?” I asked, without moving an inch.

No response…just silence.

My brow furrowed as I turned, thinking something might be wrong with Jenna.

I tilted my head, removing the hat blocking my view.

And on seeing who it was, I felt like all the air had been snatched out of my lungs.

I blinked, staring at Christian, who stood with his hand in his pants pocket while the other held a box of chocolate.

I swallowed hard. “Mr. Ha…sorry, Christian,” I murmured, sitting up.

He chuckled silently, settling on the chair beside me. “I brought your chocolate,” he said, passing the box to me.

My fingers stretched, coincidentally brushing his as I took it from him.

My heart did a somersault. Damn, why was it so hot in here?

“You look good,” he said with a quick glance at me.

Heat crept up my cheek as I stared down at the box on my thigh. “Thank you,” I whispered.

We fell into silence, with just the cool sound of the air. I was about to rise to my feet when his voice beat me to it. “You’re making this obvious, though,” he said suddenly, staring at the sky.

I pressed my lips together. “I don’t understand…”

He sighed, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine. “Your face is red, which is a sign you’re blushing, and your nipples are hard, almost poking out of your bikini. And I bet your puss…”

He didn’t get to finish his word when my hand flew to his lips, stopping the rest of his words.

My breath hitched as embarrassment clung to me like a second skin; how could he say something like that indifferently?

He smiled as I removed my hand from his mouth. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. Look at your face,” he added, leaning closer.

My tongue slipped out, brushing my lower lip as my hand curled into a ball trying to calm my racing heart.

His eyes darkened, staring at my wet lips.

“Shit! Olivia…” he murmured, his hand brushing my neck as he pulled me closer…so close that I could feel his breath on my slightly parted lips.

008

OLIVIA

Neither of us moved.

I could feel his breath fanning on my dry lips.

A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to lean closer, taste these damn lips one more time—no.

I pulled away, knocking the box of chocolate off my thigh. “Excuse me,” I muttered, already turning to flee.

“Olivia.”

His deep baritone voice stopped me mid-step.

I turned back; his darkened eyes fixated on me with a look I couldn’t decipher. “Your chocolates.”

My heart was beating hard.

Chocolates?

If I stepped closer, that was the last thing I wanted now. Jenna was probably sleeping. A taste wouldn’t—Olivia!

I hastened my footsteps, his gaze burning into my back until he was out of sight.

Fuck. What the hell was that?

How did I let him get that close, and my titties…

My steps halted; I ran my hands across my hair, trying to calm myself.

How did he know my nipples were hardened?

My eyes averted to them, shit. Both of them were straining against the thin fabric, as if begging to be released.

A sigh escaped from my lips as I continued walking, heading to my room.

My head was messed up; this was supposed to be a getaway to forget Ethan and move on. But here I was, aching for my best friend's father.

Perhaps returning to New York wouldn’t be a bad option. Because the longer I stayed, the harder it was to have self control around him.

“Jenna,” I muttered, pushing her door open instead of mine.

My gaze fell on her; she was curled up in a ball on the bed.

All the disturbing thoughts vanished from my mind as I rushed towards her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, tugging her arms gently.

She rolled over, sinking deeper into the sheets, her hands on her belly. “It’s that time of the month again; this shit hurts,” she said, a frown etched on her face.

I was on my feet instantly. Back in college, Jenna always had severe cramps. I thought it must have stopped by now.

“Give me a minute; I’ll make you warm brown sugar,” I said, and she nodded.

I moved to the closest, slipping one of her shirts on my bikini.

The kitchen wasn’t far.

I reached quickly and pulled open the fridge, my fingers skimming through the cartons and bottles, but the brown sugar was nowhere to be found.

‘I should ask Jenna.’

Just as I turned, my breath caught in my throat.

Christian was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“What do you need?” he asked.

I exhaled softly. “Brown sugar…”

His jaw tightened. “Is it Jenna?” he asked, straightening up.

I nodded, and without another word, he walked out of the kitchen.

Daddy’s princess for sure.

But should I wait for him… or just go?

I closed the fridge, deciding to wait a little longer; however, he never showed up.

He should be in her room… I returned to Jenna’s room, but surprisingly Christian wasn’t there.

Did something come up? Why would he leave without checking on her and still keep me waiting?

I leaned closer to Jenna. She seemed to be asleep, her eyes tightly shut as beads of sweat trailed down her forehead.

I knew she was trying to cheat the pain with sleep.

And brown sugar was the only thing that helped with her pain. Where would I find it now?

Maybe I should check for him in his room or office. With that decision, I walked out of the room.

I was about to turn to the other corridor when I heard the hurried sound of footsteps.

Christian moved with speed, with a tray in his hand.

The sight made my lips twitch, and every judgment I'd prepared dissolved instantly.

I mean, Jenna calls him the sweetest man alive for a reason.

His eyes met mine as we both approached each other. “How’s she now?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

“She’s fine, just needs the brown sugar now.”

We both walked back to her room. I helped open the door for him to pass, after which I shut it.

Christian sat at the edge of the bed, dropping the cup of tea on the bedstand before tapping Jenna calmly.

I watched in silence as he helped her up, practically feeding her.

The act brought a cheesy smile to my face and also a sad memory of how Ethan always treated me when I was on my period.

He saw it as disgusting and wanted me away from him. And here was another man… “Olivia?” Christian’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I blinked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I muttered…my eyes flickering to Jenna who was now tucked in bed.

“We should leave her to sleep,” he said, standing to his feet.

I nodded, and we both stepped out. “Let’s make lunch,” Christian added.

I swallowed hard. “Both of us?”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

Everything was wrong with that suggestion, and he knew it.

I forced a small smile. Umm, no… I think I’m tired…” The words left my lips before I could stop them.

“Think?” A smirk formed on Christian’s face. “Or you don’t trust your body enough to be in the same space with me.”

“Oh no,” I said quickly. “I don’t think Jenna would appreciate me spending time with her father.”

He scoffed. “You tend to overthink a lot, Liv.” He reached for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

Silence stretched between us for a moment, the air thick and suffocating.

I let out a deep breath, about to speak when my stomach growled loudly. Shit!

A smile curved on Christian’s lips, and without waiting, he pulled me gently. “I can’t afford to let you starve when I’m here,” he muttered, and I hated that I read another meaning to those words.

“What do you have in mind to cook?” I asked as soon as we reached the kitchen.

“Spaghetti and meatballs,” he replied, already prepping the ingredients. “A little birdie told me it’s your favorite.”

“Oh wow!” I exclaimed, a smile forming on my face. “For a workaholic billionaire, you seem to know a lot about me, don’t you think?”

He chuckled. “Not really, Jenna mentioned it once,” he said. “But I think this is the perfect time to enlighten me: Who is Olivia Bennett?”

I moved closer to the sink where he was washing the vegetables. “Just a girl.”

His ocean blue eyes met mine. “A girl… or a woman. Which is it?”

“What do you think?”

His gaze flickered to my mouth for a second and then, “A girl wouldn’t suck my cock the way you did.”

My lips parted, eyes widening in shock. “We shouldn't…” I trailed off as I felt his fingers between my thighs.

Fuck.

I arched my back, hating how much I wanted his fingers in.

Christian’s fingers pressed against my panties, sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. “I can’t stop thinking about that night, Olivia.”

“Christi…” I uttered, but the rest of my words died on my tongue as his hand rested on my boobs, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Dear lord, I could swear a moan almost escaped my lips.

His lips pressed against the nape of my neck. “I dare you to resist me, Olivia,” he murmured into my ear.