Double Daddies Temptation

Chapter One

Abby Hale

~•~

"Ugh, you're so good!"

"Fuck!"

"Say my name, baby!"

"Michael."

I pressed my ear against the door of my bedroom which I shared with my boyfriend. I didn't even flinch as I heard him fucking another woman in the same bed we slept every night.

It wasn't the first time it had happened.

I was exhausted and drained, mentally, emotionally, and physically. He had made me cry so much that it felt like my tear duct had stopped working,

I had clocked out of the relationship a long time ago, but I loved him too much and couldn't bring myself to leave him.

Yes, I was dumb.

But this was his last straw.

He had cheated on me countless times, but he never brought the girls home. Maybe he was also tired of the relationship and wanted me to catch him red-handed.

As I stood outside, I contemplated opening the door or turning around to leave. After a while, I just pushed the door open without thinking further.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw next as I stepped inside the room. "Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide in shock.

My boyfriend wasn't sleeping with just any random person, it was my fucking best friend.

It felt like I had been stabbed with a sharp knife.

Their bodies tangled effortlessly in the sheets, like it wasn't their first time, like it was normal for them.

When they heard my voice, they both froze and turned around to look at me. My best friend, Cora, couldn't even maintain my gaze.

But Michael? He had a mischievous smirk plastered across his face. He pushed the blanket from his body and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You've finally caught us... she fucks better than you though," he said with a mocking chuckle.

How did I even date such an asshole for over a year?

Cora whimpered behind him as she tried to cover her naked body with the sheets. "I'm... I-I'm so sorry. Abby... I didn't mean, I'm...," she stuttered as she tried to come up with a lame apology.

I still couldn't believe what I'd just seen.

Cora? The same person I used to talk to about everything in my life? About my relationship issues? The same person who always advised me to leave Michael because I deserve someone better?

I just let out a bitter scoff.

I didn't respond to any of them.

After walking into the closet and grabbing a new pair of clothes, I took one last glance at them before storming out of the room.

Cora had a guilty expression, but Michael had a satisfied expression. Even though I acted like I didn't care, my heart was actually shattered into a million tiny pieces.

I had a shower in the guest bathroom and changed out of my work clothes. Then I made my way to my car and drove to the nearest bar.

After what I'd just witnessed, I needed an insane amount of alcohol, enough to silence every thought, every memory, and every stupid feeling that still clung to him.

The bar was dimly lit and I was grateful that it wasn't packed. I honestly couldn't deal with a lot of people around me.

I just wanted to be alone, drinking away my problems.

"Give me the strongest drink you have here," I muttered to the bartender as I ran my hand through my scattered red hair.

He nodded with a small smile. "Sure, coming right up."

A few minutes later, he slid a glass in front of me. The smell alone made my chest tighten but I didn't hesitate.

I tipped my head backward and swallowed it in one go. The burn was sharp and violent, but I didn't care.

"Another one, please," I said to the bartender, my voice sounding steadier than I felt.

"Rough night, huh?" He asked as he refilled the glass.

I scoffed. "You have no idea."

Soon enough, I was on my fourth round. My head was already feeling light and I was starting to become dizzy.

I asked for another round and he passed it to me, but before I could take it, someone else beat me to it.

My face formed into a frown.

And I turned around slowly to see who had the audacity to take my drink.

A man stood there, tall, with broad shoulders, messy dark hair, and a sharp jaw line. He looked breathtaking but I didn't care about his looks.

I just wanted to understand why he would take my drink away from me.

His eyes were fixed on me as he took a slow and deliberate sip from the glass. My glass!

But before I could open my mouth to confront him, he spoke. "Five shots in a row? You must be really trying hard to forget something."

I blinked. "Are you insane? Have you been watching me since I came into the bar?"

He nodded casually like it was a totally normal thing to do. "Yes... Some people do say I'm insane," he replied as he sat down on the empty stool beside me.

I snatched my glass from him, not caring that he had already taken a sip from it. I turned around and drank all of them at a go, then I dropped the glass aggressively on the table.

My fingers trembled as I rummaged through my purse to find a few dollar bills. But before I could pay the bartender, the strange man had already slid a hundred-dollar bill and asked him to keep the change.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "What is wrong with you? I can pay my bills by myself." I threw the dollar bills at the bartender and stood up from the bench.

But before I could walk away, the strange man held me, his grip firm. "Please, stay..." he murmured under his breath.

"And why should I listen to you?"

He exhaled sharply. "Because you look like you need someone to talk to about your problems... and maybe even fuck."

I blinked at him, startled by the bluntness of his words. "Let me guess, you're a rich boy, probably living off your parents' money, and you think you can get any girl you want?"

He shook his head, letting go of my arm slowly. "No, you're wrong. But this isn't about me, I just want to make you feel better."

"Make me feel better? You don't even know me."

"Yeah, I don't know you. But I know when someone is really heartbroken and yours seems so... fresh."

I swallowed hard.

He was right. But I didn't want him to be right.

Maybe talking to a stranger about my problems wasn't the worst idea. I pushed my hair backward and stared at him for a long second.

He shifted closer, his knee brushing mine lightly. And then, his finger traced a slow line across the back of my hand.

A spark shot through me instantly and my breath hitched. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or just him.

But that single touch made my pussy throb with sudden heat, shameful and desperate.

Maybe having sex with a stranger on the day I got my heart broken wasn't also a bad idea.

I was one step from falling entirely into the hands of a man I didn't know.

Chapter Two

Abby Hale

~•~

He gave me a sultry look. "I know you just felt it, and you can't deny that you also want me."

I folded my hands, trying to steady my shaking legs. "I thought you said you just wanted to talk to me about my problems?" I asked with a raised brow.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, and I'd like to give you the best night of your life right after we are done talking about it."

I pulled back my shoulders to improve my posture. Then I cleared my throat. "Okay, fine... but I'll tell you all about it while we are fucking." The words left my mouth before I could even stop them.

He looked at me like I'd just handed him a treasure. His lips curled into the sexiest smirk I'd ever seen.

"Oh," he murmured, his eyes scanning through me from head to toe. "You want to multitask?"

I genuinely didn't mean to say something like that to him. I didn't even think before saying it.

But the deed had already been done and I didn't want to back out. Maybe I really needed him, it would be a good distraction from my miserable life.

"Yes, I want to multitask," I replied, trying to sound confident even though my heart was pounding heavily.

"Okay," he said quietly as he stood up from the stool. "Come with me." He reached out for my hand but I hesitated.

Even though I had made a decision, I still wasn't brave enough to follow through. I forced an awkward smile. "Just give me a minute, I'll meet you outside."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

He stared at me for a long second before he responded. "Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the parking lot. You'll see a black SUV, just hop inside."

When he walked outside, I turned to the bartender. "I need another round," I said awkwardly.

He must've heard our conversation.

"Do you know who he is?" I asked as he gave me a glass.

He shook his head. "No."

I exhaled shakily and drank everything. I needed to be completely drunk if I wanted to sleep with a stranger.

"Be careful," the bartender gave me a sympathetic look before I dashed out of the bar.

I rolled my eyes.

Why was he acting like he cared?

It wasn't hard to find the black SUV.

Shortly after, we were at a hotel.

As soon as we got into the room, he didn't waste a second, he started kissing me like he'd been holding himself back from the moment he first saw me.

My breath hitched as his hands travelled around every part of my body. I gripped the front of his shirt, trying to steady myself.

"Slow down," I whispered against his lips.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No, continue."

That was all the confirmation he needed. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me aggressively.

For a moment, I forgot about the betrayal, my bum ass boyfriend, my silly best friend, and everything else.

It was just me and this stranger I could think about.

A few minutes later, he dropped me on the bed. "You're about to have the best night of your life," he said with a proud grin as he took out his belt.

My pants were already completely soaked and I needed him badly. I didn't have time for small talk.

"Why are you quiet?" He paused for a moment to ask.

"Nothing, just fuck me."

He leaned over me, his hot breath fanning my face. "You really don't want to talk, do you?"

Talking was the last thing on my mind.

I just wanted him.

I nodded. "I don't want to talk."

He smiled. "You want me so bad, yeah? But you're not going to get me that easily."

My brows knitted into a frown. What was wrong with him? He was the one who brought up the idea in the first place.

Why was he trying to be difficult?

I reached for his chest and pulled myself closer, but he pushed me gently and my head landed on the bed.

"You're going to tell me about why you ended up at the bar, and why you needed five shots of whiskey."

A low groan escaped my lips. "You're really going to do this?" I asked and he nodded.

"You're the one who said you could multitask."

"Fine, so kiss me and I'll start."

Without hesitation, he lowered himself again, but this time, his lips brushed only the corner of my mouth.

His breath was warm against my cheek but he didn't fully kiss me. He wrapped his hand around my thigh, squeezing just enough to make my breath hitch.

"Talk," he murmured against my skin. "And I'll give you exactly what you want."

My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths.

This man was going to ruin me.

"I walked in on my boyfriend," I whispered.

His lips moved around my neck. "Doing what?"

"Cheating..."

"With who?" He asked as his hands slid up my thigh.

"My best friend," I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.

He paused for a second, his eyes wide in shock. "Your best friend?" He repeated, as though he hadn't heard me correctly the first time.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah..."

"Damn, that's tough."

Nobody uttered a word again.

He just slid his fingers into my wet pussy slowly. I let out a silent moan in response to his touch.

He continued for a while and I could feel the pleasure building up in my lower stomach.

I grabbed his hair, my breathing heavy.

He continued, faster and more intense.

Every stroke sent chills down my spine.

"You like that, don't you?" He asked as he took off my pants.

"Yes... God, yes..."

He smirked as he took off his underwear.

"Do you want this too?" He asked as he caressed his hard dick with his hands.

I nodded. "I want you, I want it."

"Call me Daddy!"

I knew he wouldn't give it to me if I didn't, so I muttered slowly. "Daddy."

"Good girl!"

He leaned forward, his forehead brushing mine. His hands slid down my waist and he let out a low moan before thrusting it inside my pussy.

It was painful at first, but the pleasure was so intense that I couldn't even focus on the initial pain.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine.

I closed my eyes.

I hadn't had sex in a while, so I wasn't surprised.

He continued thrusting in and out like he owned my pussy. After a while, I pushed him to the side and took control.

'She fucks better than you though.'

Michael's words replayed in my head and that was all the motivation I needed.

I began riding him like I had never done before.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the chaos this man had brought into my life. And for the first time, I didn't care about the consequences.

Chapter Three

Abby Hale

~•~

The next morning, I slid out of bed quietly and got dressed. Then I ordered a ride back to the bar where I'd left my car.

Before driving off home, I pulled out my phone from my bag and was about to call my best friend to tell her about the crazy night I'd just had.

But my fingers froze around the screen when I realized that I couldn't tell her anymore. For a brief moment, I'd forgotten that I caught her in bed with my boyfriend the previous night.

I let out a deep exhale.

My eyes burned with unshed tears as the memories came flooding back, but I blinked them back. Those two backstabbers didn't deserve my tears.

Even after what happened the previous night, none of them bothered to contact me. No call. No text. No apology. Nothing.

I tossed my phone on the passenger's seat and drove back home, so I could get ready to leave for the office. Even if I was heartbroken, I still needed to show up at work.

The bills weren't going to pay themselves.

When I got to the house, I prayed deep down that Michael had gone out or something.

I wasn't ready for drama that morning. I knew myself, I would end up doing something crazy to him because I was still filled with rage.

Fortunately enough, I didn't see any sign of him. I used the guest bathroom again because I was really irritated.

I mean, who knew what they must've done in my bathroom after the nasty things they did at night.

A few minutes later, I was done showering. I changed into a decent outfit, then I made my way to the kitchen.

I grabbed an apple because I didn't even have any appetite to eat. Just as I opened the front door, I saw Michael standing outside.

He was startled. "Hey... I wasn't expecting to see you here," he said with a nervous chuckle as he ran his hand through his hair.

I responded with a bitter scoff. "You weren't expecting to see me at my house?"

He shrugged. "No-not really, after what happened, I thought you'd be too upset. You didn't even come back home last night."

He didn't even have an ounce of remorse on his face. It was as though what he did was deliberate.

I forced down the lump that had formed in my throat. "You know what? I want you gone before the end of the day. I don't want to see any trace of you in my house when I come back from work."

Yes, it was my house.

His eyes widened. "You're really going to chase me away?"

I couldn't hide the irritation on my face. "What were you expecting when you cheated on me with my best friend?"

"That we would have an open relation-."

I didn't let him finish his sentence, I just shook my head and walked to my car. But before I drove off, I yelled at him. "If you don't leave, I'll have to call the cops on you."

With that, I zoomed away.

How did I even get attracted to someone like him? I felt so stupid and humiliated. And the worst part was that my family always warned me about him, but I was too deep in love to listen to them.

But there wasn't even anything to love about him. Maybe there was something at the beginning, but he switched faster than a light bulb short-circuiting when we moved in together six months ago.

I let out a wistful sigh, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. I needed to focus on the road if I wanted to get to the office in one piece.

After a short drive, I pulled up at the parking lot. I took multiple deep breaths to calm myself down before walking into the office.

"You're late today," the receptionist said as I walked past her. "Today isn't a good day to be late."

"Why?" I muttered under my breath as I made my way to the elevator.

When I got to my desk, I noticed that everyone was talking in hushed whispers and most of them seemed really tense.

I dropped my bag before turning to my friend who worked beside me. "What's going on?" I asked curiously, my eyes darting around the large room.

"You haven't heard?"

I blinked. "Heard about what?"

"The new boss is coming today. They talked about it in the group chat," she replied. "Everyone is scared that he might make certain changes because from what I heard, he's really strict."

Our old boss had to retire because he wanted to focus on something else. It even slipped my mind that a new one was going to take over soon.

I chuckled lightly. "You have nothing to worry about. We both have important roles here and there's no way we would lose our jobs or anything," I said, trying to reassure her.

Our company dealt with marketing and advertising, and I played a really vital role there.

The thought about losing my job had never crossed my mind, not even once. I just hoped that the new boss wasn't going to try anything funny.

I booted my computer and focused on emails and other stuff I needed to take care of that morning.

About an hour later, they announced to us that the new boss had arrived and wanted to see us in his office.

Everyone rushed to his office because we all wanted to make a good first impression. But as soon as I stepped one foot and saw who the new boss was, I froze and a cold chill ran down my spine.

I forced myself to steady my breathing as I continued walking.

"How could... Why would- is he? It can't be..." I couldn't even form a coherent sentence as I whispered to myself. "I fucked my boss last night? Wow, the universe is really playing tricks on me."

One of my co-workers raised a brow. "Did you say something to me?"

"No, no," I shook my head.

Everywhere became silent as we all waited for him to address us. As I stared at him, my pussy automatically became wet.

I couldn't stop thinking about everything we had done the previous night. God, he fucked me really good. Just like he'd said, it was actually the best night of my life.

"Good morning," he finally cleared his throat and began, his eyes scanning all of us in the room. "As you all know, I'm Landon Lancaster and I'm going to be your new boss."

Wow. Landon.

Such a nice name.

I didn't even bother to know his name last night because I wasn't planning on seeing him again.

The meeting with him was brief.

I felt a little bit offended because he acted like he had no idea who I was even though our eyes locked a few times. He just stared at me like I was a stranger.

Maybe he just wanted to keep things professional and didn't want anybody to know about our one-night stand.

After everyone left, I stayed back at the office. I closed the door behind them and everyone was too engulfed in their own conversations to notice me lingering.

He raised a skeptical brow when he saw me walking towards his table. "What-."

I cut him off with a kiss before he could say anything. "Hey," I murmured against his lips. "You didn't tell me you were going to-"

The next thing I realized, he pushed me away with full force. "God! Are you insane?"

My stomach dropped.

Why was he acting like I'd crossed an invisible line? Suddenly, the office felt colder than I'd ever imagined.