Viola

I went up to my room and sat on the bed for a little while, trying to calm down after everything downstairs. I grabbed my phone and called a couple of my friends, then sent them some quick texts to check in.

"You'll see the surprise tonight," I messaged one of them with a winking emoji. I had a big crush on one of my classmates-he had beautiful hair and an amazing build. All the girls at school chased after him. Honestly, I really wanted him tonight. I wanted to feel something exciting, something that was just for me.

The dress Mom's husband had brought with the outfit? It was perfect. Definitely, the guys at the party would be all over me tonight.

I kept checking the clock every few minutes, waiting impatiently so I could get up, start getting dressed, do my makeup, and style my hair. I wanted everything to look perfect. And sure enough, as soon as it hit 6:00, the maids knocked gently on my door. "We're ready to help you get dressed and prepared for the party," one of them said politely. "It's in an hour-that's Mr. Mark's orders."

"Fine," I said, trying to sound casual even though I was buzzing with excitement. What did that mean exactly? I wouldn't go down to see the party guests, cause a little chaos, embarrass him in front of everyone, make him look bad, and then head to my own party, have fun, lose my first time, and hook up with someone new.

Dad, I'd win the bet-everything. And honestly, the makeup, hair, everything-they were pros. They worked quickly and made me look incredible.

I was impressed, even with my own look after I got dressed. Then I put on the dress and shoes. It was about 7:10. They said, "Now you're ready. Mr. Mark has arrived-you need to go down now."

"Whatever," I said, and headed downstairs. The atmosphere was straight out of a celebrity event-for a billionaire, no doubt. He really went all out.

The artists I saw? I'd only seen them on TV before, but they were even better-looking in person. I couldn't have imagined the level he brought. I didn't get it-this party was supposedly for the wedding and moving to the new palace, or Mom's move-in.

The new palace? Clearly, this place had been his for a long time. And everyone was all over him, showing him way too much respect. I even saw a couple of ministers bowing to him slightly.

He must be super important, but not to the point of them kissing his feet or anything-just extra respect on top of the norm.

Of course, I didn't care. I went down and mingled in the hall. As soon as I spotted the bar, I started grabbing glass after glass of whatever looked interesting.

Mom came over close to me and whispered, "How can you be drinking?" Her voice was super low-she was worried someone would notice. At 18, I could lose my first time any time, and she was shocked.

"What?" I said. "Don't act as if you care. You've never cared about me. All you care about is your life, living it up, getting married, falling in love, hooking up. Leave me alone-don't embarrass me tonight."

Mom backed off. She went to stand with her guests for a bit. Then Mom's husband came up to me and snatched the glass from my hand, handing it to a waiter. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"

He leaned in low, close to my face. He was tall-about 30 cm taller than me, by the way. "What you're doing is wrong. You think you can embarrass me? I could punish you right here in front of all these people, and no one would say a word."

"You? Punish me?" I shot back. "Who do you think you are? My dad? My own husband?"

He said sarcastically, "If I were your husband, I wouldn't let you out of your room at all."

I gulped nervously.

His words made my heart race-not interest or attraction, but straight-up fear.

I started looking at him differently, staring into his eyes. Was this the guy I'd dreamed about my whole life? How could Mom's husband be the type of dominant, strong character who protects me but controls me at the same time?

I'd always wanted a controlling guy, but I snapped out of it. "He married Mom, idiot. Get him to kick me out, leave us both."

Anyway, I backed away from him, pretending his words annoyed me. "I need to go to the bathroom."

I headed upstairs. After I got there, of course, I checked the time on my phone. My friends were waiting-I'd sent them the palace location. Great.

Without anyone seeing me, I'd slip out the back gate, head to the party, hit the bar, dance, flirt with someone, and finally feel like a real woman.

Viola.

Of course, there were a ton of guards and everything, but the palace had multiple gates, and it was super crowded with guests, each one arriving with their own security and several cars.

Anyway, I managed to slip out. One of my friends was waiting for me in his Ferrari-the location was with him.

I already sent him.

Some of the guys from the soccer team saw me. They all went, "Whoa, wow-what's this beauty?"

I hopped in the car.

Of course, I started acting all flirty, like a real girly-girl, forgetting I'd always been beautiful, honestly.

They remarked, drooling, "First time seeing you like this. You might've been pretty, but you never showed it off. You always wore jeans, a plain t-shirt, and sneakers, so your looks weren't obvious."

I didn't tell them this was Mom's husband's palace because they were blown away, especially the guy I had a crush on -he was impressed hugely.

He said to me, "Do you know whose family this palace belongs to? I didn't know you were from this family!"

He knew the family, but I didn't personally-because I had no idea until now just how massive it was.

I laughed and said, "What? Come on, let's go to the party. I'd had two glasses inside already, but I wanted to keep drinking, dancing, and having fun."

So I freshened up a bit; clearly, the alcohol was starting to hit my brain. My personality felt different, more fun. As soon as we got to the hotel, we headed to the bar inside-they'd reserved the whole thing, or most of it. Right, not the entire bar.

We walked into the hotel, and everyone stared at me, especially the guys and the men.

We went into the bar, and no one had seen me like this before-not even the girls. They were straight-up jealous.

"What? We didn't know you were this rich." Of course, everyone there was from big, super-wealthy families, but it was obvious my level, thanks to Mom's husband, was way above theirs.

"The necklace you're wearing? That diamond was in a super famous auction, and I know who bought it. How'd it end up with you?" They mentioned in awe.

I lied, " My friend brought it to me, the one who wants to propose. He'd given me watches."

They exchanged looks, like they knew exactly who Mom's husband was.

I continued saying, "It's just a guy who's into me, but I'm not interested."

Actually, this made the guy I like get closer to me. Jack suddenly got right up next to me, clinked glasses, and started dancing with me.

After a bit, his hand began wandering my waist, and he held me tight closer to his chest. Making his first move.

Then I saw Mom calling my phone. I didn't answer. After about half an hour, I was pretty wasted. We shook the phone on speaker and picked up for Mom. Mom said, "You're with your friends?"

He was drunk too. He laughed and said to her, "Don't worry aunt, I'm with her. She's staying with me tonight. "

And she... I didn't know the word "stay" with me tonight could cause such a huge problem.

After 10 minutes, the whole bar shut down. Tons of people were being forced out, getting kicked to the curb. Guards-like the ones from our palace, stormed in and surrounded me.

I found Mom's husband, Mark, right in front of me. He said, "Did I let you leave the palace? For the house party? Did I let you hook up with someone?"

Before I could even speak, he was punching the guy, several blows to the face. His staff and guards dragged the trash out. "I don't want to see him again, and I don't want him anywhere near college," he yelled, commanding.

Drunk as I was, I said to him, "What are you saying? What even brought you here in the first place?" Of course, I wasn't processing any of it.

He said, "What brought me here?" Suddenly, he scooped me up, carried me out a ways, and splashed a glass of water in my face to wake me up.

I jolted awake, shivering, and said, "What are you doing?"

He said, "What am I doing? Because when I say something, you obey." Then he grabbed my arm roughly.

Suddenly, he lifted me between his strong arms. I felt it intensely-I was enjoying it way too much. And I found myself putting my hand on his cheek, walking slowly like I was in a dream. Suddenly, I realized I was kissing his cheek.

Viola.

I had started to get a little tipsy, but I was still paying attention to what he was doing.

I started kicking my legs and said, "Put me down! Put me down! You crazy!" His body was incredible-tall, broad, commanding, with his men around him like he was some kind of beast.

He came in and took me, and there was tension with someone else, but nobody dared say a word. It was obvious he was a big deal in town-a real heavyweight, a billionaire. But honestly, I was enjoying the moment.

We left the hotel, and of course, the guards opened the limo door. He threw me onto the back seat-not too roughly, but with a kind of strength that was also gentle.

Then he got in and sat down next to me. As he sat, I suddenly found myself acting spontaneously; I didn't even know what got into me. My mind just went blank for a moment. I thought,

'Am I drunk or what? Wow, he's so good-looking. Why do I feel lile desiring him now?!'

He stared at me for a bit, then started to come to his senses and said, "What are you doing?" He straightened himself up and fixed my posture, then said to the driver, "Let's go home."

I quickly sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, saying, "No, no, I don't wanna go to your house. I want to go to my place."

He looked at me and said, "What do you mean? Your mom is waiting for you at our place-at the mansion."

I pouted like a child and said, "No, I'm not a kid. I'm not going to live there-or at least, not tonight. You already ruined my night. All my plans are ruined because of you."

He raised an eyebrow and moved closer to me .I was still sitting on his lap, and he didn't try to move me.

He asked, "What plans?"

I said bluntly, "I was planning to do something tonight with my boyfriend. I was planning to lose my virginity."

He raised his hand as if he was going to slap me, but then suddenly stopped himself and said angrily, "Try it and see what happens then."

I found myself replying playfully, moving closer to his lips, "And if I do, what are you going to do?"

He pushed me off his lap and said, "You're not a child. Sit properly."

I answered " Yes, that's true I'm really not a child. I'm 18 and a few weeks. I had to lose my virginity-I can't stay a virgin forever. You ruined everything for me. I was going to call my boyfriend to come over tonight."

I must have been really bold-maybe I smoked too much, or maybe someone spiked my drink. There's no way I'd normally be this daring.

As I leaned back, I found myself moving my leg over his pants, feeling his erection. He looked at me, eyes wide, and asked, "What are you doing?"

I said teasing him more, "Ugh, I want to do so many things right now." The driver couldn't see us because there was a closed partition in the limo.

I said seductively to stepdad, "Pour me a drink." There was alcohol there, but he said, "No."

So I shrugged and said, "Fine, whatever," grabbed the bottle, opened it, and drank straight from it. Some spilled on my clothes and his, dripping onto his pants.

I started wiping between his legs and on his pants with my hand, and as I did, I could feel how hard he was. It was really big and thick-even through his pants.

I thought, 'What if he actually took them off?'

I looked at him, licked my lips, wanting to undo his pants and take him in my mouth.

I didn't take my hand off his pants, squeezing him through the fabric. He kept his eyes wide open, not knowing what to do. He could have pushed me away, could have rejected me, but it was clear something was drawing him to me.

Maybe he liked younger girls like me-not like I thought, because he wasn't even that old. He's 32, not like my mom, who's 40.

When I saw he wasn't stopping me or saying anything, I sat back down on his lap, wrapped my legs around his waist, and started moving my body up and down against him.

He started to enjoy it, closing his eyes. Then he put his hands around my waist and said, "You're turning me on. If I start with you, I won't be able to stop. I'll tear you apart when I make love to you." His words made me even more excited.

I started kissing his neck, licking his ears, and he pulled me closer, his hands moving to my chest.

Suddenly, the driver stopped the car. He quickly pushed me off his lap onto the seat next to him and said, "Fix yourself. You're home. Get out. What happened between us stays between us."