I don't know when or how we got to his bedroom, but all I could feel was him ripping my clothes off like he'd been waiting a lifetime for this.

  His hands started at my neck, one palm gently wrapping around my throat. Then, he let it slide lower... and lower.

  In another world, he wouldn't be doing this to me.

  But here, he tightened his grip just slightly around my neck, making me tremble as his hand slid down and cupped my breast. My eyes dropped, fixated on the way he groped it-claiming me, exploring me, like my body belonged to him.

  His touch felt like magic, so good I almost flipped him over and shoved his face into my tits. But I didn't. I held back. I let him take control of my body... and drive me insane.

  That was the goal, wasn't it?

  To feel.

  To be relieved of everything.

  He moved to my other breast, gave it a firmer squeeze and I heard a muffled moan escape from my lips. I'd never moaned like this before. Not even with Dave. Everything felt new. Too new.

  "Get your hands off your mouth. Now." His voice was firm, commanding sexy as fuck.

  I obeyed without hesitation, lowering my hand from my lips, breath hitching.

  My pink nipples were hard, swollen, and burning under the heat of his fingers. I felt like I'd been electrocuted by his touch. I jerked slightly at his grip.

  "Oh fuck..." I moaned.

  He pulled his left hand from my breast and brought it to my lips. "Open up," he whispered into my ear.

  My lips parted. Slowly.

  He slid two fingers into my mouth, feeling the inside wet, warm, and soft. I never imagined this could turn me on so much, but fuck, it did. It made me wild. My tongue swirled over his fingers and my mind spiraled into the image of his cock sliding down my throat.

  He pulled his fingers out and smeared my spit over my nipple before letting his other hand trail down my body... down to pussy clenched before he even got there.

  Then he brushed my clit and I quivered against him.

  "How does that feel?" he asked, voice low and rough, his mouth at my ear as he sucked my earlobe.

  "Ahh fuck... it-it feels... good," I gasped, pressing into his hand instinctively.

  He brushed my clit again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Then he pressed hard on that tiny sensitive spot, rubbing in tight, maddening circles.

  "Fuck! That... I'm going to have another-" I couldn't even finish. I was too shy to say it aloud. But he knew. He wanted to hear it.

  He licked my ear slowly and whispered, "You're going to cum. Right now. On my fingers."

  "Yes!" I cried out as my thighs tensed and my orgasm ripped through me. He pushed my tits together in his left hand while my body arched.

  "Yes! I'm going to cum on your fingers!" I whimpered again, breaking apart in his arms.

  He watched me watched me come undone. It was the first time I'd ever cum like that in my life. Not with Dave. Not with anyone. With a complete stranger.

  Shit.

  Then he pushed his hand further between my thighs and fuck. I was dripping. The sheets were soaked.

  "You're so wet, Sunshine," he groaned.

  Still fondling my breast with one hand, he pulled me flush against him. I could feel his cock, rock-hard beneath his clothes, pressing into me.

  "So wet... and I'm this hard for you," he groaned again, his voice thick with hunger.

  He rubbed my pussy, spreading the wetness up to my clit.

  "Oh my..." I gasped and instinctively covered my mouth again.

  "Get your hands off," he said firmly.

  I looked up at him with the sluttiest, yet shyest, eyes I'd ever worn.

  He pulled my hand away, and I moaned still watching him.

  "I feel so... dirty right now," I breathed as he played with my clit again, circling it before sliding down to rub along my folds.

  I felt completely exposed.

  Completely possessed.

  And I had never felt this way before.

  "Feeling dirty feels good, doesn't it? It feels so fucking good," he growled against my neck and then he spanked my wet pussy.

  "Fuck!" I cried. That felt... divine.

  "Liked that?" he asked, smacking it again.

  More.

  I needed more of that.

  But I couldn't form the words. I just moaned louder this time. My body was acting slutty as hell, even though I still felt so shy.

  "Do you like me slapping your pussy?" he rasped, slapping it again.

  Did he really want me to say that?

  "I... I..."

  "Fucking say it."

  "Do... Do it again. I'm going to cum again," I whimpered.

  Instead of slapping me again, he slowly circled his fingers around my pussy, teasing, testing, torturing me with slow pleasure.

  He kissed my neck, and the way he looked at me-it was like he was trying to resist something. Like he wanted to kiss me so bad he could hardly breathe.

  But he paused.

  "Look at me," he said.

  I met his gaze.

  And he claimed my lips, hard.

  I kissed him back like I needed to taste him to survive. His lips were soft, wet, and laced with alcohol. He tasted like trouble and obsession. So addictive. So dangerous. So perfect.

  I shoved my tongue into his mouth just as he slipped a finger inside me.

  And I whimpered into his mouth.

  Fuck. I fucking whimpered.

  He spanked my pussy again and my body jerked.

  "Please..." I moaned into his lips. The kiss was eating me alive, and so was the pressure building between my thighs.

  It would be wrong to flip me over and fuck me right now.

  Right?

  That would be wrong...

  "Tell me you like it," he growled.

  My body begged for him. So I answered.

  "Ah-yes! I like it! So do it again," I cried, trembling.

  "Good girl," he moaned, spanking me one more time before pushing a finger back into my pussy.

  "I-ah! Fuck!" My body thrashed against the sheets as he finger-fucked me, slow and deep.

  "Cum for me, Sunshine. Like you fucking need it."

  "Ahhh! Fuuuck!! Daddy I'm cumming again!" I cried out, my body clenching around him as my second orgasm shattered through me.

  Two orgasms.

  From his hands alone.

  And did I just... call him Daddy?

  "Aww... Daddy, huh?" he murmured with a teasing smirk as he kissed the corner of my mouth. "I like the sound of that."

  I felt my lashes flutter, my chest rising and falling with every exhausted breath. My body felt boneless weak, wrecked, and soaked in satisfaction. I had my first and second orgasm today.

  "I'm Felix, by the way," he whispered, his voice deep, gentle now. "And can I know my sunshine's name?"

  But I couldn't respond. I was already drifting half-asleep, floating on a cloud of pleasure and disbelief. My lips parted to speak, but all that came out was a small breathy sigh. I just had a mind blowing sex, wait, we didn't really have sex, his cock never entered me, his fingers were what he used to take me to heaven. Just imagining the kind of paradise he will take me, made me wet.

  Felix chuckled softly under his breath, brushing my damp hair away from my face with a tenderness that didn't match the wildness of what we'd just done. His fingers lingered there for a moment... then slowly slipped away.

  I felt the bed shift as he got up, and I barely registered the soft sound of water running.

  He was in the bathroom.

  I could hear him moving, the low clink of glass, the rushing of warm water. I didn't open my eyes, just lay there, still throbbing, still buzzing, still trying to remember how the hell we got here-and how I would ever return to normal after this.

  Then I heard his voice, low and rumbling from the bathroom doorway.

  "Tomorrow... I'm going to enter you," he said, matter-of-factly. Like it was already decided. Like he was telling me the weather forecast. "I'll make you feel it..... every inch of me."

  My eyes fluttered open slightly, my heart kicking hard in my chest despite how spent I felt.

  My thighs instinctively clenched at the promise.

  And then the water splashed again. The door creaked gently. The scent of soap and steam drifted into the room.

  I lay there, completely undone, feeling the ghost of his hands on my skin.

  Felix.

  He had a name now.

  But I didn't even remember giving him mine.

  And yet... somehow, he already owned me.

/Esme/

  My whole body ached as I tried to turn over. Every inch of me throbbed with a sweet soreness that reminded me of the night before. I'd had the most amazing dream at least, I thought it was a dream. Every sensation still lingered like heat in my blood, like magic on my skin. The way his hands had moved over me, the way I came apart twice under his touch...

  And then I heard his voice.

  "I see you're wet this early, Sunshine."

  That deep, sinful voice yanked me straight out of my haze. I opened my eyes immediately and sat up, only to see him Felix standing by the bed, his fingers glistening as he slowly licked them clean. The same fingers that had just been inside me.

  My breath caught. My thighs clenched on instinct. I wanted him to do it again.

  The memories of last night came crashing back in a rush of heat and shame. My body remembered everything.

  "I'd love to have you again," he murmured, his voice like velvet against my skin, "but your phone has been ringing nonstop. Pick it up before we continue."

  I nodded, dazed and weak, reaching for my phone. Without even checking the caller ID, I swiped the green icon to the left and brought it to my ear.

  "Where the fuck are you?"

  Dave's voice hit me like cold water sharp, loud, and full of worry and anger. It snapped me out of the moment.

  The sexual tension vanished in an instant. Panic replaced it.

  "I-I'm coming," I stammered and hung up immediately, my heart now racing for very different reasons.

  I jumped off the bed, the sheets clinging to my naked body, and looked around frantically.

  "I have to go," I muttered, trying to stay calm as I scanned the floor. "Where the hell are my clothes?"

  Felix stood there, completely relaxed, watching me with a smirk tugging at his lips. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world.

  "You won't find them."

  I froze and looked at him. "What?"

  "I ripped them of you last night remember," he said casually. "If you want clothes to wear... give me your number first."

  I blinked at him, unsure if he was being serious or just a smug bastard. "You're kidding."

  "Nope," he replied, still calm. "That's the deal."

  I wrapped the bedsheet around myself, my nerves shot. "This isn't a game, Felix. I need to go. Now."

  He took a slow step toward me. "Are we meeting later?"

  I didn't answer.

  He raised a brow. "Still not talking?"

  I looked away, cheeks flushed with shame, lust, and confusion. My life felt like it was spinning out of control. All I wanted was to run but my body still burned for him.

  "I'm not going to beg," he said after a moment. "But I'm not giving you your clothes either."

  I groaned, biting my lower lip as I stood there awkwardly. "Seriously?"

  He tilted his head. "Seriously. I deserve your number at the very least, don't you think? I made you come twice with just my fingers, Sunshine."

  My knees nearly buckled at the memory, and he saw it the way my body still responded to him even in panic.

  I grabbed a pen from the desk nearby and scribbled my number on a sticky note. I slapped it into his palm, refusing to meet his eyes.

  "There," I snapped. "Now give me some clothes to wear."

  With a crooked smile, he walked to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. He tossed a long shirt folded in my direction. "Pleasure doing business with you."

  I caught them mid-air and turned my back to him, throwing them on with shaky hands. I needed to get out before I did something even dumber.

  As I reached the door, I heard his voice behind me low and promising.

  "Tomorrow," he said, "I'm going to be inside you."

  I froze for a split second... then left without looking back.

  I slammed the door behind me, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. The hallway reeked of old wood polish and stale air, but all I could smell was him. His scent clung to my skin warm, intoxicating, sinful.

  What the hell did I just do?

  My fingers trembled as I think about who among my friends could have drugged me, It was no time to feel guilty. No time to process anything.

  Who among is capable of this, I get that they want me to have a sex life filled with orgasm but do they really have to go that low?

  I tried to run from my thought about Felix.

  But no matter how far I ran, how fast I moved, he followed me. In my thoughts. On my body. Under my skin.

  That voice.. deep, commanding, sinful.

  Those hands possessive and knowing.

  His lips.... God, the way they made me moan in the dark.

  A complete stranger.

  And the most insane part?

  I didn't even know his real name. Felix, that's all he told me. I had kissed him, let him get on his knees for me, let him own me like he had the right and I still didn't know a damn thing about who he really was.

  And I wanted to.

  Jesus.

  Even now, my thighs still ached from the way he'd stretched me open. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers inside me... then the image of him licking those same fingers clean. Like I was his favorite dessert. My nipples tightened embarrassingly beneath my bra at the memory.

  I made it back to my apartment, practically sprinted into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind me. I leaned into the mirror, clutching the sink, searching my reflection for... I don't know. A reason. A sign. A woman I recognized.

  But all I saw was someone unraveling.

  My towel clung to my still-damp skin, and for a second, I thought if I stared hard enough, maybe I'd find the girl I was before last night.

  But all I could think about was him the way he whispered against my neck: "Tomorrow, I'll be inside you."

  What the actual hell was I doing?

  My phone buzzed on the counter, breaking me from the spiral.

  Dave.

  Of course.

  I groaned, grabbed the phone, and hesitated before I tapped the screen. His name glowing felt like a punch.

  Dave: Hey babe. I hope you haven't forgotten we're having brunch with my dad today. It's by noon. Dress nice, please. I love you.

  Shit.

  My stomach twisted.

  Brunch. With his father. The man he never talked about. The one with too many failed marriages and even more secrets. Every time I asked, Dave would just smile and say, "You'll see when you see."

  Well. Today, I guess I would see.

  And here I was freshly fucked by a masked stranger, sore in all the right and wrong places, still tasting last night in the back of my throat. And I was supposed to play the part of the sweet, devoted fiancée? Like nothing happened?

  Dave was good. Sweet. Reliable. Safe.

  He loved me.

  And I owed him this brunch.

  With a heavy sigh, I stripped off my towel and stepped into the shower. The water ran hot, burning almost. I stood under it for too long, hoping it could scrub the shame off my skin. But even after, I still felt... branded.

  I got dressed soft yellow sundress, some light makeup, and my hair pulled back tight to look neat and composed. I stared at myself in the mirror before leaving, making sure I looked "nice."

  And I did.

  But inside?

  I felt like a lie.

  --

  The restaurant was tucked inside a private hotel sleek, discreet, expensive. The kind of place with clean marble floors, linen tablecloths, and champagne glasses that sparkled like diamonds under the soft light.

  I spotted Dave before he saw me, standing tall outside the entrance in his crisp button-down shirt, wearing that familiar, easy smile he always gave me. That boy-next-door charm I used to find comforting. Look at him alone remains of why I love him so much.

  He stepped forward and kissed my cheek.

  "You look beautiful, baby," he said, his voice warm, gentle.

  I forced a smile, looping my arm into his. "Thanks, honey." My guilt was killing me.

  Everything about him was perfect. Stable. Safe. So why did my skin still feel raw from the way Felix touched me? Why did I feel like I was wearing someone else's body?

  Dave chuckled nervously, still holding my hand like I might float away. "Nervous about meeting my dad?"

  Before I could say a word, he answered for me. "Not at all. You'll charm him like you do everyone."

  I nodded again, letting him guide me forward, but my stomach churned.

  We were led through the lobby and into the dining area a private table near the window, set for three. A chilled bottle of wine waited for us in a silver bucket beside the table, its condensation dripping slowly onto the pristine white cloth.

  "He should be down to meet us any second," Dave said as he reached for the bottle. "He likes to make an entrance."

  /Esme/

  He should be down to meet us any second. He likes to make an entrance.

  Dave's words repeated in my head like a ticking clock as I sat across from him, legs crossed, hands folded neatly on the table pretending I wasn't falling apart on the inside.

  I smiled, laughed softly at whatever Dave had just said, nodding like the perfect fiancée, but every inch of me was on high alert. My stomach twisted. My skin prickled with nerves. My mind couldn't stop replaying him - the way Felix had touched me last night, the way he whispered against my ear this morning, the way he said:

  "Tomorrow, I'm going to be inside you."

  I clenched my thighs under the table, my body betraying me all over again.

  Stop Esme, you are here with your Dave so you need to get your act together and focus. This is brunch with Dave's dad. Just breathe, you already guilty of cheating as it is don't make it worse.

  Then... I felt it.

  That shift in the air. Like gravity had suddenly thickened. A quiet hush fell over the dining room as the glass doors at the back slowly opened.

  And there he was.

  My breath caught, it was like my ability to breathe and function like a proper human was taken away the instant he stepped in.

  Walking toward our table like the world belonged to him tall, commanding, dressed in a dark charcoal suit that looked like it cost more than my entire apartment lease. His presence was magnetic. Every step was calm, deliberate. People glanced his way, some even stared. Not because he was flashy... but because he owned the space without trying.

  And then I saw his face.

  Felix.

  My mouth went dry.

  No. No no no no no. It can't be him, please God let it not be him, why was fate so cruel, when others cheat they don't get caught in there first try, why the hell was my own case different.

  But it was him. That same perfectly carved jaw. Those green eyes that had watched me cum. That wicked smirk I'd kissed. The very man who had finger-fucked me into delirium last night... was now walking toward my table... I hope he's not here to rat me out.

  ...and Dave was standing up with a proud smile.

  "Dad!"

  I blinked so hard I thought I might pass out.

  Dad? What the actual fuck man.

  My head was spinning. No. This wasn't happening. My one-night sin, my secret sex god, my Felix was not Dave's father right?

  But he was.

  "Esme," Dave said brightly, reaching for my hand. "Meet my father."

  I tried to speak.

  I couldn't.

  Felix,  if that was even his real name smiled at me politely and offered his hand like we'd never met before. Like he hadn't moaned into my mouth. Like he hadn't licked my pussy clean that morning.

  "Pleasure to finally meet you," he said smoothly.

  Not a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Not a twitch. Not a smirk. Not even a tease. Just cool, elegant composure. 

  I stared at his hand, unsure if I was supposed to shake it or run away screaming.

  Dave nudged me playfully. "Babe?"

  I snapped out of it and awkwardly slipped my hand into his.

  His grip was warm. Strong. Familiar.

  Too familiar, 

  His thumb pressed ever so slightly against the back of my hand just once. A small movement.

  But it was intentional, and the little touch made me wet instantly, gosh I'm doom.

  I jerked my hand away quickly and forced the biggest fake smile of my life. "I-I'm honored, Mr. Vane."

  "Please," he said, still cool and unreadable. "Call me Gerald."

  Gerald. So... Felix was a lie. A name he gave me for the night.

  And now Gerald my fiancé's father was sitting right across from me like nothing had ever happened.

  What the actual fuck?

  Dave laughed. "I told you he doesn't look old enough to be my dad."

  I couldn't laugh. I could barely breathe.

  Gerald Felix folded his hands on the table and gave me a polite nod. "So you're the young woman who stole my son's heart."

  I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.

  Because I wasn't just the girl who stole Dave's heart.

  I was the girl who moaned his father's name in the dark.