005. Daddy isn't done
Oh my God!
"Cancelled." I muttered as I didn't move for a few seconds. My body refused to catch up with reality.
And my brain was still trying to convince itself that what happened… actually happened.
My fingers curled into the bedsheet slowly as I sat up, my breathing uneven.
I glanced in panic around the room and my stomach dropped immediately.
The bed. The sheets. And my torn top lying somewhere near the floor.
Everything screamed what I was trying to deny.
I swallowed hard and pulled the blanket over myself instinctively, like that could erase everything.
What do I do?
What do I do?????
Fuck no. Wait, maybe I should just clean everything and pretend it never happened, right?
Gosh, I don't know why I couldn't just do that immediately.
“Selena.”
Kael's low and controlled voice snapped me back.
He obviously sensed it.
I looked up.
He was still standing there. Still composed and dangerously calm.
Like he hadn’t just completely ruined my ability to think.
Meanwhile I was seconds away from a breakdown.
Though I didn't know whether to be embarrassed, scared or something else. Either way I met his gaze.
“You need to get dressed,” his voice came out roughly, hungry eyes briefly flicking away from me like he was forcing himself to.
My throat tightened. I nodded too quickly.
“I need a shower.” I muttered, more to myself than him. I could still feel my father-in-law's cum leaking through me. "He said twenty minutes"
“Then stop panicking.”
Excuse me?! I blinked at him in disbelief. Was this man insane?
Did he not feel regret,fear or anything at all?
I pushed the blanket off and immediately felt the cold air hit my skin, making me realize just how exposed I was.
I picked up some clothes and left the room quickly, gripping my clothes tighter than necessary. When I reached the bathroom, I was pretty sure it didn't take up to five minutes before I stepped outside, praying Liam wouldn't come in anytime from now.
When I returned to the room, Kael wasn’t in there anymore. It was different. Cleaner.
The sheets had been changed. My torn top was gone. For a second I just stood there.
Did he…?
My chest tightened.
Alright just breathe Selena. I didn't do anything wrong, right?
Nothing at all. Nothing!
Fuck.
Liam’s voice downstairs made my entire body lock up.
Shit.
He was home.
Already?
Panic rushed through me so hard that I nearly stumbled down the stairs. I tried forcing my face into something normal, probably something innocent.
The second I entered the sitting room, Liam dropped his travel bag and frowned.
“Are you okay?” he asked casually, like nothing in the world had changed.
“I—yeah.”
My voice nearly betrayed me.
“You look weird.”
Weird? Could he tell? Did I sound suspicious?
Did I look suspicious?
My stomach twisted violently.
Then Liam sighed, dragging a hand through his hair.
“Flight got cancelled halfway through. Some stupid weather issue.” He sounded irritated. “Honestly, I should’ve just driven. This is really annoying”
Then his eyes shifted to the couch.
“Dad?”
I stopped breathing almost immediately.
Kael sat calmly on the couch like he had every right to be there. So relaxed and collected, like this morning never happened.
“You came this early?” Liam asked, confused.
“Had something nearby,” Kael answered smoothly. “Thought I’d stop by.”
There wasn't any traces of hesitation or awkwardness. Nothing at all. Meanwhile my heart felt seconds away from exploding.
How the hell was he acting so normal?
Liam dropped onto the couch with a groan. “Work’s killing me.”
Then he looked at me briefly with an obvious mild annoyance. “You could’ve answered your phone though.”
I didn't know why the look he gave me hurt more than it should have.
Because if this had happened weeks ago, would he even have noticed anything was wrong with me?
My chest tightened. Across the room, I could feel Kael's eyes on me now.
The rest of the afternoon passed strangely, as the two men remained downstairs. Liam worked from his laptop, and every time I walked past the living room, Kael hungry eyes remained on me like he could see underneath.
Dinner was torture. Kael sat across from me. Liam beside me.
I had a perfect view of Kael the entire meal, he watched me constantly. I could swear his stare sent a warm sensation between my thighs.
Everytime I took a bite. His eyes tracked the movement, including taking in the top I wore, the way it showed the outline of my breast, and my nipples which were starting to harden.
My pussy started throbbing with fresh need. Heat flooded through me pulling between my legs. I was already getting wet again. My body responding to his stare in ways it never responded to Liam anymore.
I was almost touching myself beneath the table when Liam's voice jerked me back.
"This chicken tastes good." He said, cutting into his chicken, oblivious as always.
"Thanks." I said softly forcing a smile.
Liam's phone buzzed and then he glanced at it and smiled softly.
“What's that?” I asked quietly.
“It's work,” he said too quickly. Then he turned the phone over immediately.
Something about it felt off. But before I could think too hard,
I felt it. Kael was watching me again.
By night, I was exhausted.
Both mentally and emotionally.
I locked the bedroom door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed. Even as a warm sensation ran down my thighs I was trying not to want things I absolutely should not want.
I grabbed my phone from the pillow, needing to temporarily forget, at least just to distract myself a bit.
My heart sped up instantly. There were two unread text messages from Kael.
Kael: Wear something pretty tonight.
My stomach dropped. My eyes dropped at the second message.
Kael: Daddy isn’t done ruining you yet.
My stomach dropped as I stared at the screen for what felt like forever.
Kael: Wear something pretty tonight.
