Dominic's POV.

"You want to know what Daddy can do?" I said, voice low enough to stir the air between us.

My whore doll since I can't figure out her name arched a brow. "Save yourself the stress of talking and go down on your knees."

The corner of my mouth lifted. The audacity in that girl. "You're too young to be this wild."

"And yet not young enough to keep your body from begging for me," she fired back, half-smile, half-challenge.

The room felt smaller. My pulse was louder than the bass coming from the club below us. I reached for her wrist and turned her toward the bed. "You play with fire, you'll get burned," I murmured.

"Then light the match," she breathed.

I pushed her gently onto the sheets, a motion caught somewhere between command and care. She looked up at me like she already knew she had the upper hand. "Welcome to my honey kitty," she teased.

I couldn't help a short laugh, shaking my head as I slid my finger through her panties, gently rubbing her clit.

She bit my arms, making me shove my finger in her mouth.

"Yes, take that in." I groaned, watching her spit on my cock and caressed it.

She chuckled and whispered, "You love it, don't you?"

"Spit on that cock and stroke it like you love it, it's all yours." I commanded, and slid my cock inside her pussy..she adjusted her waist for easy penetration as I teased her with my tip.

"Tell me something," I said, still smiling. "Your mom must be an expert."

She froze...just like that, the atmosphere shifted. The tease disappeared, replaced by something raw.

"Why would you uh...call out my mom?" she asked, voice cracking.

I blinked. "Oh... sorry if I brought out a dead part."

"She's not dead," she snapped.

"Then why react that way?"

"Because it sounded weird coming from you," she said quietly.

I studied her face, the flicker of emotion that didn't belong in a night like this. I stepped closer, fingers brushing her hair back. "Don't take it personal," I said softly. "It's just words."

She looked away, then back at me, conflicted. I flipped her over and pressed a slow, careful kiss against her shoulder, not passion now but reassurance. The air buzzed again, thick, charged...but before the tension could build further, my phone started ringing.

"Damn it," I muttered. "Not now."

She caught my wrist. "Don't pick it."

"I..."

"I said don't," she insisted, eyes dark.

I held her gaze. "Someone's getting a little obsessed with Daddy," I teased, half-laugh, half-warning.

She met my stare, pupils wide, her breathing uneven. "What are you doing to me?" she whispered.

"I..." I started, but the phone rang again, louder, breaking the moment completely.

"Excuse me," I said, pulling away.

"Sure," she murmured, masking disappointment with indifference.

I grabbed the phone. "Samantha, what now?"

Her voice came through bright and excited. "Dom, don't sound so cold! We're down to one day, can you believe it? The florist just sent the mock-ups, and they're perfect. Everyone's asking how the groom's feeling."

I forced a smile into my tone. "Thrilled, obviously."

"Don't tease. I want you to sound like you mean it tomorrow, okay? You're supposed to look at me like you're already in love, remember?"

"I'll handle it," I said.

"Handle it? Dominic, this is our wedding. Try saying something sweet like 'I can't wait to see you.' "

I sighed. "I can't wait to see you, Samantha."

"Better," she laughed. "Now be sweet. Tomorrow we will become forever."

"Forever," I echoed, flat but polite.

When I hung up and turned back, My whore doll was sitting up, expression unreadable. "Sorry, baby. My fiancée called."

"Oh," she said, tone sharp. "That's... cute."

"Yeah," I said. "You need an invitation?"

She let out a short, humorless laugh. "Are you serious?"

"What?"

"How do you invite someone you were fucking the night before your wedding to come watch you say 'I do'?"

"Maybe," I said, walking closer, "so you can see what you're about to miss."

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not your ex or fiancee, Dominic. I shouldn't and can't be missing you."

"You wanna grab that position so bad," I said calmly.

"I never said that."

I smiled. "No, you didn't. But your eyes did. Your body too."

She tried to answer, but stumbled over her words..."How... uh... I.."

"Exactly," I said softly. "That's what I meant."

She scoffed, folding her arms. "You're unbelievable...and full of empty arrogance!"

"Thank you."

"And a manipulator."

"Coming from a woman who still refuses to take off her mask," I replied.

Her jaw tightened. "Yeah, well... it's policy."

"I could've taken it off," I said.

"Then why didn't you?"

"I promised my fiancée I wouldn't be looking at another woman," I said simply.

Her eyes widened. "I don't even understand you."

"It's called loyalty."

She gave a short, bitter laugh. "Right. Loyalty."

I reached for the pack on the table, pulled out a cigarette, and held one out. "Want some?"

She pushed it away. "No. I'm done here."

I leaned back, amused. "Finally, your pussy takes a break."

She turned sharply. "What did you just say?"

"Shut the door behind you," I said, voice low, dismissive.

She froze, anger radiating from her. "You really think you can just talk to people like that?"

"People? Or you?" I asked, meeting her eyes.

"You think this little power trip makes you untouchable?"

"Not untouchable," I said. "Just aware."

"Of what?"

"That you're still standing here arguing, have some self respect darling.." I said quietly.

Her lips parted, but before she could respond, a knock rattled the door. I smiled, tugged my shirt on, and walked toward it. She leaned against the wall, watching me, her breathing still uneven.

I stopped inches from her, close enough that she could feel my breath. "What...uh...what are you doing?" she whispered.

I lifted a finger, pressed it gently against her lips. "Get over this obsession, Cierra," I murmured. "Or it'll ruin you."

She stiffened, eyes darting up to mine. For a second, she looked small, vulnerable. I brushed her hand aside, opened the door, and stepped out.

The hallway spilled into noise and colored light. Downstairs, the club pulsed...red strobes, laughter, music that vibrated through the floor. The scent of whiskey and sweat, perfume and smoke. Crowds shifted like waves, bodies gliding, glittering, losing themselves in the night.

I moved through it, nodding at a few familiar faces until I reached the VIP corner where my friends were posted. They were mid-laugh, bottles half-empty, the usual chaos before the calm of wedding responsibility. I leaned in, lowered my voice. "Got an emergency to hit up. I'll call you boys tomorrow."

"Don't vanish on your last night of freedom," one of them shouted over the music.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I said, already heading toward the exit.

"Dad!"

I turned. My son was weaving through the crowd toward me, phone in hand. 23, tall, wearing that same grin I used to pull when I thought I was grown.

"Been calling you," he said, breathless.

"Why are you here?" I asked, half-stern.

"To meet a friend."

"You've got a friend here?"

He smirked. "Yeah. Need to tell her something before i leave the country."

I laughed. "Careful, son."

"Always, Dad." He gave me a quick hug, then jogged toward the bar.

I stepped outside to the car, cool night air biting my skin. As I opened the door, a folded photo slipped out onto the pavement. I bent down, picked it up...and froze.

My son smiling, arm around a girl with familiar eyes, familiar posture. My gut twisted. She looked too damn much like someone I should know.

I let out a low whistle. "My son sure knows how to pull a real baddie," I muttered, half-proud, half-uneasy.

"Hot kid!" I called. He turned. "You forgot this."

He jogged over, took the photo, grinning. "Appreciate it, Dad."

"Your eye's sharp as hell, kid. That baddie you pulled...man, damn. so much like your daddy haha. "

He laughed. "Don't start, Dad."

Then a voice cut through the noise.

"George! Why are you here?"

The sound froze me. we turned toward it, every muscle locking.

George's POV

I turned, and there Blinky was....arms folded across his chest, lashes long, lip gloss shimmering like he owned the entire damn hallway. He had that stare... that "boy don't play in my face" stare.

I swallowed.

"Uh... Blinky, I need to, uh..."

Before I could even form a sentence, my dad stepped right beside me like a problem I didn't order.

"Hello," he said, eyeing Blinky from head to toe. "Mind me asking what's goin' on here?"

Blinky flipped his hair, hand on his hip.

"Ohhh, you tryna book a session, daddy?" he purred, licking his lip dramatically. "'Cause you know... I handle clients real good."

My dad smirked, shameless.

"You gonna do well in the bedroom, no lie. I know men who like that kinda energy."

Blinky hissed so loud I thought steam left his ears.

"Uh-huh, so that's the vibe? I actually thought you was gonna drop at least a penny on me. My bad for overestimating your senior citizen's pocket."

I grabbed Blinky's arm real quick before he started a fire we couldn't put out.

"Ayy...stop...come here..."

He snatched his arm back.

"Boy, why the fuck are you grabbing me like your ex? Don't be yanking on me."

"I'm trying to stop you from embarrassing me with my dad, Blinky," I muttered, voice tight.

"Ohhh." He rolled his neck. "So why you here anyway?"

"Is Cierra in?"

He blinked. "Sorry, baby, Cierra don't work here."

I grabbed his arm again. "Blinky. Cut the lies. When Cierra and I were dating, I dropped her off here for work. Don't play."

He froze, then let out a slow "ahhh...ahhh, makes sense now..."

I sighed, hand dragging down my face. "Okay, so where is she now?"

He squinted at me. "Hold up. Y'all broke up during the summer. So why the hell you need to see her, huh?"

"She needs to know something important," I said.

"Call her then. You got her number."

"For fuck's sake, Blinky, not today..."

"EXCUSE ME?" he snapped, hand on hip. "I'm not your ex, so tone that dirty-ass voice down."

I exhaled quickly.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But please... can I see Cierra?"

He held my stare for a long moment.

Finally he said, "Aight. I'll go tell her."

"Oh... thanks, Hun..."

"No," he snapped, finger in my face. "Stay. Here. Do not follow me."

I nodded.

He turned and strutted off, hips moving like he had theme music behind him.

I stared at him walking away and muttered,

"Damn... he got more ass than most regular girlies."

Right then, a woman walked by, heels clacking like gunshots. She stopped and gave me a slow, hungry stare.

"Hello, hot boy," she said.

"Uh..." I cleared my throat and fixed my eyes on the wall. The last thing I needed was another rumor Cierra would hear.

She stepped closer. "Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Oh...hey."

"You look real familiar..." she said, circling me like a predator. Her perfume hit me so hard I almost leaned away.

"Oh really..."

"Mhm." She walked a slow circle, eyes dragging down my body. "Too damn hot to resist. Why you standing out here? Come inside..."

"Uh....no, mama. I'm good."

She slid a hand up my neck. "Don't you wish mama would clap her ass on that baby you got growing down there?"

My eyes widened. I immediately covered myself, heat rushing up my neck. "Uh... nah. I came for something important."

She pulled back with a scoff. "Mm. So you just gon' disrespect me like that? Boy, whoever raised you...."

Before she finished, the hallway door opened.

Blinky came out...

and Cierra walked out behind him.

My heart dropped so hard it shook me.

I stepped forward. "Oh... finally."

I went to hold her hand, but she slapped mine away like it burned her.

The other woman clicked her tongue. "Sooo you rejected Chelsea for this cumbag?"

I blinked. "Who's Chelsea?"

She pointed at herself dramatically. "Me! My name is Chelsea."

"Oh... well...you're just too old for me."

She gasped like I shot her. "BOY, FUCK YOU."

She threw a middle finger in my face, storming off....but then stopped and eyed Cierra from head to toe.

"So... did you handle that cock successfully?"

Cierra stepped forward, eyes blazing. "With all due respect? Fuck off."

Chelsea snapped. "Girl, don't be mad 'cause your man out here tryna get with somebody classy..."

"Classy?" Cierra laughed. "You smell like expired wine and desperation."

Chelsea clutched her chest. "Oh she got jokes."

"You walked up to my ex and tried to drag him inside like he's on your payroll," Cierra shot back. "Please be serious."

"At least I can pull a man," Chelsea barked.

"Please. You pull backs, legs, and necks too, I bet."

"Ohhh, bitch..."

Blinky slid between them like a referee. "Yo, yo, yo...relax. Chelsea, go home. You smell like birthday cake and bad decisions."

Chelsea gasped, pointed at all of us dramatically, then stomped away.

Blinky turned to me with a smirk. "A tip, please. For saving your messy ass."

I sighed, pulled out my wallet, and shoved money into his hand. "Here."

He snapped his fingers. "Energy!! Let me go tell my girls I got paid today." He walked off swinging the cash.

And just like that, it was only me and Cierra.

Her blue eyes locked on mine, cold but full of something I couldn't name.

"You must be tired," I said softly. "How was work?"

"Stressful," she said. "But worth everything."

"I'm sure." I pulled off my coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It's cold outside."

She hesitated... but finally whispered, "Thank you."

My throat tightened. "Uh... yeah."

"So why are you here?"

"To talk to you," I said.

"About what?"

"If we can elope. Together."

She laughed... loud, sharp. "George, please spare me."

"No...listen. I'm going overseas today. Later this morning. And I want you to come with me."

"Okay. I'm done here." She turned to leave.

"No, no...okay, okay... just for a month!"

"Bye, baby."

"Wait...wait...wait..."

She stopped with the tiredness of someone who had cried too much over the same person. "George, please stop being an obsessed ex. Get over me."

I grabbed her hand gently. "You know I love you so much, Cierra."

She scoffed. "You think I'm what, TEN? That you can play like that?"

"C'mon Cierra. I'm not playing you..."

"You love me, yet you had a damn threesome in the same hotel room we booked for our anniversary."

"You know I was depressed....my mom's death.."

"WHAT are you saying?" she snapped. "Your mom dying didn't push you into a threesome a whole year later."

Her voice cracked... not with softness, but with rage.

She turned to walk away.

I grabbed her hand again.

She glared back. "Let me go, George."

"No," I whispered. "I won't."

She struggled, but I pulled her closer.

"So you're really gonna let five years go down the mud?"

"No," she shot back. "Not the mud. The gutters. So dead worms can feed on it."

I swallowed hard. "So you hate me now?"

"I don't even care about you."

Something snapped in me. "Cierra, shut the fuck up! What am I not doing? I give you flowers, gifts, everything... just to win you back. It's not like I killed somebody."

She stepped closer and hit my chest with both hands. "It's that simple, George! GET. OVER. ME."

I leaned in, whispering. "What if I don't?"

Her lips parted... maybe for anger, maybe for something else...but the words never came.

"Let's go in," I whispered.

She swallowed hard.

I pushed her gently against the wall, her breath catching...

My hands slipped under her gown...

"George..." she whispered, trembling.

"C'mon," I breathed. "Take me inside."

And just like that...

I kicked the ball.

Let the whole world scream:

GOAL!!

Cierra's POV

"Fuck."

That was all I managed to breathe out because George's mouth was all over mine like I was some antidote to the diseases he carried inside his heart. His hands were everywhere...needy, desperate, frantic...like he'd been starving for me.

We moved blindly down the hallway, still kissing, bumping into the wall, the door, each other. My hand found the handle and pushed it down. The door flung open, and in the next second, he pushed me gently onto the bed, climbing over me as if this was something he rehearsed.

He started pulling at my lace, hands trembling.

I caught his wrists. "Wear it."

He paused. "Wear what?"

"A ConDom."

He blinked once. Twice. "I got none with me."

"Oh God. Here we go."

"No...no, Cierra," he rushed, panic rising in his voice. "I promise, I didn't know this would happen. I didn't know you'd let me even see you."

I stared at him, lips parted. "Okay then. Orgasm Postponed."

"NO...no wait.... we can do the withdrawal method.."

I pushed his forehead back with one finger."You must be stupid to think I'd let you do that."

"Why? You don't trust me?"

I laughed once. Short. Cold. "Trust? You want me to trust a man battling with his fleshly desires? A man battling with lust? Please."

He let out a loud sigh, collapsing beside me. "Okay fine. I'm just gon' sleep with blue balls."

"Uh-huh." I grabbed my phone.

"You leaving?" he asked, voice small.

"Nope. I'm calling Blinky."

"Why?"

I arched a brow. "Do you want to face blue balls or should I call for help?"

He smiled, defeated. "Okay baby... take your time."

I dialed.

It rang once. Twice...

Then he picked up.

"Hey Inky...uh.." I didn't even get a chance to speak., he started blabbing.

"Oh my Godddd," Blinky said dramatically. "Please, girl, I need the BLI in my name. Quit calling me INKY. That sounds like some comic book nerd."

"Whatever. I need your help."

His voice sharpened. "Never. Never, Cierra. I'm NOT getting you pills. I'm not enabling your chaos."

"Jesus, no! Pay attention!" I fired.

"Okay, go on."

"I need you to help me get uh... a condom."

Silence.

Then...

"OH. MY. GOD. Don't tell me you letting that LOSER fuck you...." He exclaimed.

"Uh...nah. Nah." I lowered my voice, staring at George who thankfully wasn't even paying attention. "I got too much self-respect for that."

"Okay girl," Blinky said. "I'll be there in two minutes."

He hung up.

I put the phone down, as George instantly rolled over beside me, taking my hands gently.

"Cierra..." he whispered. "You don't get me. I love you so much. I think about you every damn time."

I sighed. "George... can we not?"

"No. I'm serious. Do you still love me?"

"Still?" I laughed under my breath. "Huh. I can't answer that."

"Well... I don't mind tho," he muttered.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I don't mind you using me till I'm useless."

I actually laughed. And for a moment...a tiny one...the memories flickered through my mind like an old movie.

"We got too many memories for me to move on easily," he said quietly.

"Hmm... maybe. But..."

A knock on the door.

George sat up. "Let me get it."

"No...no!" I grabbed his hand. "Let me go."

"Huh? Isn't that Blinky?"

"Yes. But just keep shut till he leaves."

"You okay?"

"Yes. I just don't want him acting... kinky."

He snorted. "Sure. I get it."

I stood up, went to the door...

Before I could touch it, a CD slid under the gap of the door and rolled into the room.

"THANKS BABY!" I yelled.

"ENJOY, GIRL!" Blinky called from the hallway.

I barely turned around when George swooped in like a supernatural creature and snatched it off the floor.

I blinked. "Uh... that was fast. Like some kind of vampire."

He smirked. "Then let me bite you."

And then everything blurred into heat, kissing, breathlessness, bodies under dim light...the kind of moment that says everything without saying anything explicit..

He held my legs open as he slid his dick in my pussy, I moaned slightly and adjusted so he can insert it all inside me.

He groaned, "Fuck! you are wet."

"Yeah, that's why you can't breathe without my coochie." I whispered holding his arm so he can thrust deeper.

He flipped me, opening my legs and bent down to eat my coochie, I moaned in pleasure when he inserted his finger deeply.

"Okay, here we go, eat me up baby." I screamed in pleasure.

He inserted his fingers, thrusting in fast and using his tongue to tease my clit.

"Fuck fuck yes!" I screamed.

He turned me as he whispered, "Rub my cock."

I nodded and began rubbing his cock slowly, I adjusted and spit on it while stroking it.

He was fucking hard as I kept stroking it fastly, hearing him groan in maximum pleasure.

"Do you love it? Say it." I whispered.

"Yes, Fuck you are the best." He groaned moving his waist so I can stroke faster.

I gently held his cock and slide into my pussy as he raised my legs and began thrusting in roughly.

"Harder Harder! Yesss!" I screamed, giving him the zeal to thrust in deeper.

He held my waist tightly, spanking my ass-cheek as I could hear the sound of my wetness.

I tightened my pussy, gripping his cock, and making way for my cum.

"Go on, Go On, oh fuck, better don't stop." I screamed in pleasure.

"You love it yeah?" he asked going faster and deeper.

"Oh oh fuck I'm about to cum! oh fuckkk."

I screamed like I was about to lose my life.

Moments later, we lay there, chests rising and falling, sweat cooling on our skin.

He brushed my hair back, fingertips warm.

"God... I miss you so much."

"Mhm. You should."

He tugged my hair playfully. "So why are you refusing to elope with me?"

I snorted. "George. I thought you were joking."

"No. I'm serious. I'm leaving the country later today."

"Later today?" I sat up. "What's the time?"

"Four a.m."

"Oh fuck. Fuck..." I got off the bed, looking around.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I have something to prepare for."

"What's that?"

"You won't know."

"Oh yes I will," he said suddenly. "Because that's what I needed to tell you too."

I paused. "What?"

"My dad is getting married to your mom."

My whole world froze.

I turned slowly. "...do you know my mom?"

"Yes, of course. Back in grade 10, Your mom came and..."

"Oh. Yeah... right," I said.

But inside?

My heart was beating so fast it felt like it wanted to escape.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

I stared at him, dread crawling through my spine. "H...hold on. Who's your dad??"

He scoffed. "See? You don't care about me like I care about you."

"George, PLEASE. Who is your dad???"

He exhaled. "Dominic. Yes the tycoon."

My knees nearly buckled.

He went on casually, "Yeah, he's a public figure and wealthy and all that. But don't feel intimidated."

"How... how are you not bearing his name?" I whispered.

"Uh, family legacy required keeping the original surname. Something about lineage."

"Oh..."

He stepped forward. "You okay?"

I nodded, but everything inside me was shaking.

His phone rang.

He answered it.

While he talked, my mind was spiraling.

Dominic.

My mother.

His father.

Me and George.

No. No no no.

This is...

He returned.

"Sorry, babe. That was my dad."

My heart skipped again. "Oh. What did he say?"

"He's just pleading that I should help him with the wedding planning and all that."

I staggered backward.

This can't be happening.

This cannot be my life.

There was one question left.

One question that would decide if I could even breathe past today.

I swallowed. "So... uh... Are you... going to the wedding, since uh.... your father pleaded?"

I held my breath.

Waiting for the one answer that could shatter everything.