I remember how shocked I was when Olivia, my best friend from college, told me her Uncle and Godfather was Charles Davenport.

When I asked for pictures of what he looked like, she said she didn't have one because her uncle barely took pictures and didn't want people to know he was the face behind the brand.

As much as I saw the juicy potential and traffic that would amount to being the first blogger to publish never-before-seen photos of Charles Davenport, I had to respect his decision to remain private.

I have mingled with Olivia ever since, we have both attended several VIP cocktail parties over the years courtesy of her uncle's influence, he was never around, the few times I hung out with her, and I've always admired the effortless admission into those gatherings when we presented our exclusive invitations signed by Charles Davenport, I would always wonder what he looked like, how a faceless person could be so influential, I imagined that he carries himself with utmost pride.

But I had never met him, painfully.

Today, however, that connection felt more palpable.

It wasn't long after my morning ritual that I found myself at The Breakfast, an A-list café somewhere in Ybor City.

As a freelance contributor for a prominent fashion magazine; Vogue Daily -and a dedicated self-established fashion blogger with an ever-growing following-I frequented spots like this for aesthetic reasons, and also because of the way it gave me something to write or blog about.

I settled at a corner table by the window, my laptop open and my notepad ready to capture any flair of inspiration I could lay my hands on.

For the few minutes, I had been sitting there, My mind, already racing with potential story ideas and angles for my next article, suddenly halted when I noticed a tall, impeccably dressed man pause at the entrance to scan the room.

I did not notice I had frozen. I was almost asking the buddy on the next seat to shift so I could faint.

It wasn't just what he was wearing that caught my attention; it was the sophistication he exuded, his ultra masculine energy running through his bulky frame, shades blocking his eyes, but I could tell he was handsome as fuck. What part of the world did this handsome man come from? The other ladies were gawking and fangirling as I was. But we all had that - who the hell is this hot piece of meat look on our faces?

My heart was skipping hurdles.

I observed his calculated gait as he walked while pressing his phone. His eye briefly met mine. In that fleeting moment, a part of me felt like I knew him, men were not this stylish around this neighbourhood, but he was serving looks, we momentarily shared a "this face looks familiar" kind of glance before he continued walking.

My mind raced with thoughts: For a few minutes, I was tempted to take a photo of him for my next blog post and just then a title kissed my mind; "Caught In Style: The Mysterious Coffee Drinker of Ybor City". Could today be the day fate decided to thrust me with an Idea after several days of writer's block? Rather than taking photos of him without permission, I thought of going over to say hello, an idea I shut down seconds later, what if he rejects me, or ignores me, the idea was both exhilarating and terrifying.

As the minutes passed, I watched him make his way to a table across the room.

He pulled out a tablet and began reviewing what looked like documents, I could barely see anything. I typed in the title I had thought about, but I didn't know how to start as my mind was restless. My eyes kept flitting between my screen and him, I dont know why I felt like he was aware I was staring at him. He stared back too, at intervals.

My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge. Turning, I realized it was Richard, my ex-boyfriend. The dreamy smile on my face flushed into a frown.

"I knew I would find you here," He asked, taking a sit across me.

"What are you doing here Richard?" I asked, not even sparing him a glance,

I lowered my head like I was reading through something on my laptop, I was staring at nothing actually. I just needed to create the impression that was busy so hopefully, Richard would read the room and leave me the fuck alone.

"You won't let us hangout" He said with a wry smile.

"What part of we are over do you not understand?" I asked, typing away on my laptop.

"Juliana, you didnt even give me an opportunity to explain," Richard whispered.

I was getting pissed, I felt my anger rise to the brim when I turned in the direction of the hot looking stranger and didn't see him, then my eyes flew to the glass door, and I saw him get into a car, in a matter of seconds, he was gone. My muse for a perfect blog post was gone, Thanks to Richard, this bald headed demon had successfully ruined my chance at hitting the trend table tonight.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you just ruined things for me now, why can't you accept the fact that I am done dealing with your lies, manipulations, gas lighting, " I fired at him, " You really had the nerve to show up here today of all fucking days? After everything? Listen and read my lips. I'm done - so done with you. You're badluck, Richard. You drain the light out of me. Don't call, don't text, don't even breath near me again, stay the fuck away from me"

He was speechless, I got up, gathered my things into my bag, and stormed out. He dared not to follow me.

***

I arrived home at exactly 6pm, kicking my shoes to a corner, it had been a busy day, I managed to write an article or two, but I wasn't feeling the spark in those articles and the titles were seemingly beginning to annoy me. Each time I thought of how Richard flopped what could have fetched me thousands of visits to my blog, I got extremely angry. Oh cursed be the ground he walks on.

I tossed my bag into the corner as soon as I stepped through the door. I barely had time to drop it before my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was Olivia calling. Sighing, I answered, "Hey, Liv."

"Juliana, guess what?" Olivia's voice was bright, choked with excitement, instantly pulling me out of my gloomy mood.

I raised an eyebrow and sighed. "What is it now? Don't tell me you've got another crazy plan up your head, I had a very rough day and I'm hungry."

"You won't believe it- Uncle Charles is in town!" Olivia exclaimed, her voice practically bubbling with enthusiasm. "And guess what? He wants to meet you tonight! I've told him so much about you, and now he is ready to host you for dinner."

My heart skipped a beat. Charles? My best friend's uncle was in town? Really I asked, trying to hide the surprise in my voice.

"I thought he was to come back next week for the prelaunch party?"

"Yes, really!" Olivia replied quickly. "He's flown in just for a business deal, and would be jetting back to New york soon after, he mentioned that he would like to meet the one person who has manage to put up with my madness so long. He said we're doing dinner on his yacht, too. How amazing is that?"

I paused my breath to let her words sink in.

It felt as though a flush of hope had started to push down bad day feelings to my vagina as my bladder had become full, I needed to pee . "I... I can't believe it, Liv. I was really upset today. One minute I was fighting my own demons, and the next-your uncle in town? Is he aware of how much of a Fan I am?"

Olivia laughed softly on the other end. "Sometimes life works in strange ways, Jules. I'm sorry you had a bad day, but this is a chance for us to unwind and have a good time. I feel like you both are going to get along, Plus, you have an eye for style, and he admires that, you may just bag the exclusive you have been praying for."

I ran my hand over my face with excitement as I listened. "Girl!!! You always know how to cheer me up," I admitted quietly. "I'm still shaking off today's mess, but hearing this, I think I might have something to look forward to, good lord!."

"Exactly!" Olivia replied. "I'm on my way to pick you up. So, get ready, okay? I want you to shine your best tonight."

I wanted to tell her about the hot man I saw earlier today that had got my pussy dripping, for weird reasons I could not help but imagine him fucking me in the bathroom of that cafe, that probably would have happened if Richard did not show up.

"Reserve whatever tea you want to spill for when we meet baby girl"

I closed my eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath praying it calms the storm brewing in my vagina. "Alright, Liv. I'll start planning an outfit right away. I don't want to show up looking like I had I escaped a correctional facility."

"You better!!" Olivia said, hanging up later!!

I dashed for the bathroom almost knocking down the door, i immediately settled on the water closet and emptied myself, i envisioned the man from the restaurant walking in through the door, staring me like a lion waiting to devour his prey. I aggressively shook my head to reality, "Jules get a hold of your self"

Whipping my own vagina with the wet wipes also turned me on, I didn't want to believe I was loosing it, I was so horny, I needed to be positioned and furiously fucked, urrrgh God!

I flushed the toilet, slipped out of my panties and walked to my room butt naked, enjoying the sweet sensation of my thighs rubbing together as I walked around.

I looked around my small, cluttered room and flung open my wardrobe. As I sorted through my clothes, I talked to myself softly. I need something stunning, something that screams 'elegance.' I was just meeting this man for the first time and didn't want to do too much. I pulled out a black peplum dress with a thigh high floral slit.

My phone rang again-another call from Olivia. "Baby, How are you feeling now?" she asked as soon as I answered.

"I'm feeling better," I said, smiling at my reflection in the mirror with the dress. "I've picked out something nice. I even found that little necklace you got me last year for my birthday."

"You're going to look stunning, Jules. I can't wait for you to meet him."

I paused for a second to blame the devil for the nervousness and anxiety i was beginning to feel? What if I looked basic? Was it anticipation I felt?.

I did not know when i uttered my thoughts, "I just hope I can make a good impression. I'm not always great at dealing with these kinds of situations."

"You will," Olivia reassured me as usual. "Uncle Charles is not a difficult person, so Just be yourself."

I took one last look in the mirror and smiled weakly. "Okay, I'll be ready. I'll meet you when you get here"

"Perfect!" Olivia replied. "I'll be there soon, and we'll head out together. Trust me, tonight is going to be a blast"

I hung up this time around, I felt aching my vagina begin calm down a bit as warmth spread through me.

I hated dressing up for special event because tell me why this outfit was beginning too tacky in my eyes. It was the only descent piece of clothing in my wardrobe, my blog barely paid me enough to get new clothes, what to do?

While, I was contemplating, my phone beeps, it's a message from, "Start getting ready and doing your make up, I will be there at exactly 8pm."

I tried telling Olivia about the man from earlier and she kept interrupting and talking about her uncle.

In a way I was beginning to get irritated as I wanted her to hear my thoughts too, perhaps the pressure I was feeling in between my legs would douse off if I shared my thoughts with her.

"You see, this is one of my uncle's latest whip," she said, pressing a button in between to reveal a champagne cooler, she pulled out a bottle of champagne and the glass, "Help me hold this"

She said, motioning me to hold one of the glasses as she poured into our glasses.

"Oh he has quite an expensive taste" I whispered as I sipped from my glass.

"So tell me about this new guy you have been wanting to tell me about" she asked, crossing her legs.

Finally!

I took a deep breath, taking another sip before speaking, "Babe, that man is a god, you need to see how his presence dominated the cafe, now I know the men in Tampa do little about their appearance, that Man was different"

"Tell me about it!" Olivia leapt.

We were discussing when the car pulled to a stop.

"We are here Madam," the chauffeur said, alighting to come open the door for us.

We had to postpone our conversation until when we were settled on the yacht.

I stepped onto the yacht with Olivia, my heart pounding as my eyes travelled around the vicinity in split seconds.

These people looked rich!!

As much as I tried to match up the energy, I could not help but admit the feeling brewing inside me, that I looked cheap, smelt cheap and felt cheap.

That's how intimidated being in here made me feel.

The sea waves were such a sight to behold, a gust of fresh air brushed against my face as I scanned the deck, feeling partly super excited and nervous.

"This way please" Olivia said, leading the way.

It appeared she knew her way around. Perhaps she had been here several times, she was the one with the rich uncle.

Olivia kept looking around as we walked through.

"There he is" I heard her say, but I didn't see who she was referring to.

As we made our way along the deck, my eyes locked on a familiar figure.

There, under a soft pool of light near the railing, stood the man I had seen at the café in Ybor City.

What the hell!!

Is that who I think it is?

In that instant, my mind spun with wild, vivid images.

I imagined his warm eyes meeting mine and, in a heat of passion, our lips would meet in a passionate kiss.

I felt my pulse race as my thoughts travelled miles around the spheres of flagrant fornication.

For a moment, I was lost -He was tall, with broad shoulders and a square-like jawline covered with nicely trimmed beards. His salt-and-pepper hair was styled perfectly, and his eyes were small, seductive and fierce. He was a daddy! He was all I needed to have a pleasant night's rest, or was it the fullness of his lips as I imagined all the naughty things they would do on my nipple?

I had been so lost in thought, imagining him fucking me hardcore, that I hadn't even noticed Olivia waving her hand in front of my face.

"Hey Uncle, Meet Jules!! And Jules, this is my uncle and godfather, Charles Davenport," she said, introducing us.

I blinked, startled, as Olivia stepped forward with an excited smile. Standing next to her stunning and fashionably dressed Godfather, it was then it dawned on me fully, he was the man from the café.

This has got to be fate playing a fast one on me.

I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed about my dirty thoughts. But as I looked into Charles's eyes, I couldn't help the tension I was feeling inside me.

Shortness of breath, vibrating lips and electricity shooting through my veins as I tried to compose myself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Juliana," he said with the deepest voice I have ever heard from a man, my vagina was screaming!

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took my hand and kissed it gently.

Dead!

Did Charles Davenport just kiss my hand? I said in my mind, but I maintained a straight face trying not to show how excited I was. I didn't want to sell myself short.

God knows it took all of me to act like I did not care that just did that. If only my friend knew the abominable things her uncle was doing to me in my head.

I took his hand, still a bit shaken, and managed a small smile. "The pleasure is mine," I replied, whisperingly.

A part of me wanted to escape to the restroom and finger myself aggressively till I came, just thinking about this Man. That's how intense the feeling of doing naughty things to this man was.

Olivia, noticing my distraction, laughed gently and whispered to my heart. "I think your imagination might have taken over for a moment there, Jules."

"What is my niece saying?" Charles asked with a smile on his face

I smiled sheepishly. "Nothing really, I'm sorry. I... I got lost in thought," I admitted, feeling embarrassed that she had noticed.

"Uncle, did I tell you, Jules is a fan of Ivy Luxora?"

"Oh is that so?" He laughed softly.

"Get ready, she has a lot to ask you today" Olivia cooed.

"Please don't take her seriously" I playfully said, trying my best to avoid his eyes.

"So Uncle, what do you have for us tonight?" Olivia asked.

"What would you like us to do?" He asked.

"Anything?" I heard Olivia say.

"You name it and it shall be done my beautiful niece" he said with so much pride.

At this point, my vagina was wailing at the delight that this man was.

Olivia suggested we all take a dip in the hot tub. I partially agreed I was not expecting him to oblige, but he did, much to my amazement.

He looked around and spotted one of the stewards adjusting a lounge chair nearby.

"Gregory, a moment, please"

"Of course, sir. What do you need?" The steward said, walking up to us.

"My niece, Olivia, and her charming friend Jules have just come aboard. I'd like the hot tub prepped-heated, clean, and made presentable. Some soft towels and perhaps a tray of strawberries and champagne as well. Do you smoke?" Charles turned to me.

I was surprised, I had forgotten what to reply and shook my head to show my disapproval with a smile on my face. I did not smoke.

"Okay then, Gregory, you know what to do, run along now" He ordered.

"Very good, sir. Shall I have the mood lighting set as well?

Charles chuckled lightly. "Just a tasteful ambience"

"Understood sir, I will have it ready in twenty minutes" Gregory said, bowing before he walked away.

For over twenty minutes we were talking, I found myself staring and passively contributing, laughing at every small joke even when it barely had any humour attached.

But I was having fun.

We were discussing until Gregory came to inform us that the hot tube was ready.

We were directed to where we could change into our bath suit.

As I stepped out in my bathing suit, Olivia said she needed to take a quick call and would join us shortly.

I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious I prayed my butt was the right size for him, I hoped my boobs were big enough for him. But when I looked over at Charles, I saw that he was watching me with a hungry look in his eyes. Perhaps, the constraints of social modesty - being that I was his niece's best friend kept him from approaching me already.

I felt my pussy growing extremely wet as I imagined him taking me right there in the hot tub, his hard dick filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. I couldn't help but touch myself as I fantasized about him, my fingers circling my clit as I moaned softly.

"Juliana, are you okay?" Olivia asked, noticing my distracted expression as she walked towards the tub.

"Yeah, I'm just...feeling a little warm," I said, trying to play it cool. But as I looked over at Charles, sipping his wine and peering at me with his tiger-like eyes, I could feel the burning heat waves in his eyes, and I don't know why, but I felt he was thinking the same thing I was.

"How old are you?" He asked, sipping wine and smoking his kush.

"Uncle, you dont ask a grown woman her age" Olivia said with a playful frown.

"23" I responded immediately but recoiled into my shell almost immediately.

As the night wore on, I found myself alone with Charles on the deck. It was just both of us with the moon hanging over us in the sky. I couldn't resist any longer – I leaned in and kissed him, feeling his lips rub against mine.

He groaned, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me closer. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me, it was the biggest dick ever, turgid, very hard with veins and I knew I had to have him.

"Fuck me, Daddy, please," I whispered, my voice purring with desire. "Please fuck me..."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He picked me up and carried me to a nearby cabin, throwing me down on the bed and violently tearing off my bikini. Just how I wanted it. I watched as he undressed, slipping out of the last piece of clothing - his brief, his muscular body on display for me.

He was very huge and stood like a tower over my fragile body frame. He climbed on top of me, trapping me beneath him, his dick fat around the cap and extremely hard, I feared it was going to snap. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer as he slid inside me. I moaned as he filled me up, his thrusts hard and deep.

I gasped. Air escaped my throat as a wave of excruciating pain rushed through me.

"You are so fucking tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he tore deeper into me.

"Open me up Daddy, make me yours, dig me, Daddy, please" I cried.

His dick was so big, I wondered if I could last another minute pretending I was enjoying his thrust, my pussy was struggling to adjust to his size.

"Daddy, my pussy is going to fall apart" I screamed.

"You like it, dont you? You like being big daddy's slut?" I heard him say as he pounded harder into me.

"Yessssssss daddy! Yes!!!! Yes," I screamed.

I could feel myself getting close, my orgasm building deep inside me.

"I'm going to come," I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

"Come for me, Jules," he growled, his thrusts getting, heavier, harder and faster.

I screamed as I came, my pussy clenching around his dick as he fucked the waves of pleasure out of me. He followed soon after, his hot cum filling me up as he groaned my name.

Just then I heard; "Jules! You seem lost again!" Olivia interrupted, jolting me back to reality. Fuck, I felt super embarrassed.

"I am sorry, I just can't seem to move on from the crazy situation I had with Richard earlier" I lied.

"Who is Richard?" Charles asked.

"Her Ex-boyfriend, who won't leave her alone" Olivia responded before I could even speak.

"Hope he is not harassing you?" Charles asked, puffing the smoke from his blunt.

"Not at all," I said, sipping my drink.

"Oh Jules, please forget about Richard and enjoy the moment with us, you always wanted to talk to my uncle about his summer 2022 collection, it was one of your faves," Olivia said, nudging beside me.

Charles gave me that,' you should listen to your friend,' kind of look. Before he spoke.

"I dont know where to place your face, but I know you look familiar," he said.

He was right, I was the girl from the cafe in Ybor City.

I sipped the Earl Grey slowly, letting the warmth calm my nerves. Charles had settled across from me at the long neatly cleaned counter, his sleeves pushed up, a faint crease between his brows. He looked more relaxed now, less like the elusive fashion icon and more like a man who enjoyed good tea and even better company.

"This blend," I said, cradling the cup, "it's perfect. Subtle, but strong. Like your designs, actually."

His mouth twitched with a small smile. "You see connections in everything, don't you?"

I shrugged, embarrassed but pleased. "It's just how my brain works. I guess it's the storyteller in me."

"You've got a rare gift," he said, setting his cup down gently. "You don't just write-you feel. That's what made me agree to this as I have been reading your blogs since my niece told me about you."

His words caught me off guard.

Yes Daddy, fuck me already.

I wasn't used to such direct praise, especially not from someone like him. For a moment, I just stared into my tea, unsure how to respond.

"You know," he added after a pause, "most people just want to know about the money, the fame, the 'scandalous details' of the brand's growth. But you... you're interested in the story under the fabric."

He was wrong for this part, really wrong. I was interested in the dick!

I was interested in the meat under the fabric, fuck!

His deep baritone voice was not helping at all

Why was he so slow to pick up the fact that my pussy had turned into brewing refinery by just staring at him.

But I had to play pretend.

I looked up, feeling my cheeks warm. "That's the real story, isn't it? Not the headlines, but the heartbeat."

We shared a quiet smile.

Then, because the silence was starting to feel a little too long, I glanced around and said, "You're so put together. I wonder what you home would look like, I guess beautiful. It would feel lived-in but still elegant. Like someone who reads a lot and appreciates silence."

That was my first shot at him trying to know I wanted a special invite to his house already.

He chuckled. "That's oddly accurate. I like space. I don't do well with too much noise."

"I'm the opposite," I replied. "I love a bit of chaos. The fashion shows, the street markets, the back alleys of cities most people wouldn't bother with. There's always something unexpected."

"Have you travelled much?"

"Not as much as I want to," I admitted. "But I've got a list. Paris, obviously. Tokyo, for the edge. Lagos for colour and culture. You?"

"Been to all three," he said, eyes distant for a second. "But not as a tourist. Always work. Never really had the luxury to wander and enjoy."

"That's sad," I said without thinking. "All that beauty, and you're too busy to take it in?"

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Maybe I didn't have the right reason to slow down."

There was something about the way he looked at me then-curious, as if he was still working out whether I was the reason or just another observer passing through his world.

I quickly changed the subject. "Did you always want to do fashion?"

God knows the conversation was beginning to taste like burnt fried egg. I was too thirsty for this man to sit through this conversation and not show him how much I want him.

He leaned back in his chair and exhaled. "No. At first, I wanted to build houses. Be an architect. I used to draw buildings in the back of my school books."

"What changed?"