Sinful Nights With My Best Friend's Father

LACY

Fuck! She's one hell of a sight!

Spread those legs, you little fox!!

I think I just nutted my pants!!

Take all my bloody money. All of it, baby!!

How much for a night, baby? I'll pay a fucking fortune!!

The lewd comments and cheers from these horny bastards were like a damn symphony to my ears. They fueled me to twirl harder around the pole. Give them the fucking show of their life.

I hit a majestic split and the hall broke out into a thunderous applause and whistles. Relief washed through my mind as I stared at them through my mask.

They all looked horny and ready to pay whatever the fuck I asked.

I promised my mother that I would get the money tonight, and she won't be kicked out of our little apartment. And to God, I'm gonna keep that promise.

Over ten horny billionaires were ogling me. They're worth more than the cash I needed.

The pay I was gonna get from doing this show tonight was peanuts, compared to what these men would give me. And I needed what they had to offer. It would go a long way toward clearing a bit of our unending debts.

I struck another erotic pose, with my head thrown backwards and the hall broke in cheers. And that was when I saw those eyes again.

Deep, striking hazel eyes. Staring intently at me. Not blinking. Not smiling. Just raw and intense.

I saw those eyes before I came up to the podium. He's been watching me since then. Unlike the others, he wasn't cheering. There was no sheepish smirk on his face. On the contrary, his expression was blank. But he was engrossed. In a frightening way.

Gulping, I struck another pose, reminding myself not to look in his direction. Even though I could feel his heated gaze on me.

When I finally ended the dance, the whole crowd was throwing a fit. The cheers were ear-shattering. I had everyone in here completely and irrevocably mesmerized.

As they should be.

"Thank you all." I smiled, waving at them. My horny fans. Billionaires too. Just how I liked them. "Merry Christmas and a happy New Year."

They screamed different replies, that ended with how fucking sexy I was. I bowed gracefully and headed down the podium. Trust that I exaggeratedly shook my big ass and made my big boobs bounce as I left the hall. It was just a little icing on the cake.

I took a quick glance at Hazel's eyes and he was drinking a glass of what seemed like whiskey. Those damn eyes sent a harsh wave of heat to my thighs.

I looked away, disappearing through the door that led to my dressing room.

"Good show, Nina." The girls greeted me as I walked by them.

"Thank you." I smiled, keeping my head up until I was locked in my dressing room.

Alone, I threw the mask off my face. I didn't need to smile anymore so I dropped the cheerful facade and put on my real expression. A sad, gloomy, desperate expression.

I snatched a robe from the hanger and covered my almost naked body. How wretched my life was. For every penny I needed, I had to be an erotic excitement for a bunch of horny bastards old enough to be my father.

But then again, I'd do anything for my family. My mother and my little sick brother.

And that involves ripping off any of those men tonight. Soon, I'll get a message that one of them wants me for the night. That's how it usually goes. That's how I get my victims.

They pay a fortune for me to follow them to their hotels. We have a drink. They black out after the drink because I most expertly would have drugged it.

In the morning, they believe we had sex and they pay again. Because I would sweetly promise to do it again with them. But that would never happen because they're never going to see me again.

It was simple and yet complex. But yeah, anything to survive. Anything to keep my family from drowning.

The knock came sooner than I expected. I quickly took off the robe and flipped my curled blonde wig. I practiced my flirtatious smiles before reaching for the doorknob, hoping to see James, my assistant.

He's usually the one to inform me about the requests. But I got the shock of my life when the door opened and it wasn't James.

It was him. Hazel eyes.

My gaze unconsciously swept up his tall frame and settled on his face. Oval-shaped, high cheekbones, sharp jawline with neatly trimmed stubble. His thin lips had a pink hue that made them alluring. He was, in fact, ruggedly handsome. In a way that mercilessly steals your breath.

He had sleek brown hair graced with a pompadour haircut that highlighted every fucking facial feature. And those eyes, God, those damn eyes.

Also, he's ogling at me. Not in a way that screamed pervert like those men in that hall. But in a more unnerving, bloodcurdling way that screamed 'I want you and you gotta let me have you.'

He was dressed like a usual billionaire except that he seemed to hate colors. Everything was in black. Down to his gloves. He was giving billionaire vibes but there was another vibe that I didn't find comfortable.

With one good look, I could already tell he wasn't my usual type. He screams danger. The type that could easily see through my facade. The type that would wanna own me. And not worship me.

I can't be owned. Not again. I only wanna be worshipped, get what I want, and vanish. A man like him would make that very hard to do.

"Wrong room," I said, and tried to shut the door. He stopped the door from shutting with just one hand, even though I was using both hands to try to slam the door in his face.

"Please leave. I need to get dressed." I said with slight panic, trying to shut the door again.

He pushed it open and barged inside. I lost my cool and grabbed a pair of scissors from the table.

"Don't you dare try to force yourself on me." I threatened, pointing the scissors at him.

He didn't flinch. He didn't blink. He just slowly began taking off his gloves.

Was he mute or what?

"What do you want?" I asked, the panic was still strained in my voice.

"I want what every man in there wants." He finally replied. Good Lord, was that the voice of a human or a Greek god?

Because what in the name of huskiness was this? The rippling effect from his voice sent goosebumps through my skin.

"What's that?" My voice floated in the air.

He gave a lopsided smile. "YOU."

"I'm sorry but you can't have me. First off, you're not allowed to come in here. Secondly, I'm a dancer. Not a stripper. And thirdly..."

"Are you gonna take off your panties here or in my car? Decide and be fucking quick about it." He cut me off smoothly, rendering me speechless.

"Excuse you?" I gasped at his rawness.

"Are you gonna take off your panties here or in my car?" He repeated without fucking stuttering.

I turned crimson and my hold on the scissors loosened. But I was still pointing it at him.

"I've got money. Lots of it. But I bet you know that." He added.

A cocky bastard! Definitely not my type!

My chest tightened bitterly. "I'm not a whore..."

"Says the girl who just bared her coochie in front of a crowd a few minutes ago." He cut in swiftly. "I'm not judging. I'm just saying that I loved what I saw. I want a taste. And I got enough cash to pay for it."

Something about the cockiness in his voice triggered me. Before I realized what I was doing, I had gone closer to him.

My six-inch heels made it easier for me to get closer to his face. All I needed was a little tiptoe to help me slap the living daylight out of him.

"You cocky bastard!"

LACY

"Get out of here right now before I call security and have them throw you out!" I yelled angrily, pointing at the door.

He didn't budge. His tongue was rolling inside his mouth, caressing the cheek where I'd hit him.

His jaw was twitching and that got me very scared. I don't have a phone so I can't call anybody. The wise thing to do would be to get out of here and go call someone.

I barely took a step when he pulled me back roughly, trapping me in his big arms.

"Let me go!" I struggled vehemently, hitting his chest but his hold tightened, like he was trying to suffocate me.

His teeth clenched. "The only reason you're still alive after hitting me is that I'm fucking serious about having a taste of your coochie. Otherwise, you'd be dead and fucking rotting."

I paled at his cold, unnerving threat. His eyes held so much rage that it was threatening to melt me away. But besides that rage was something I could recognize.

Lust. Intense lust.

"I'm not a whore," I repeated shakily. "If you want a coochie you'll pay for, there are lots of them out there. Not me."

"I want you." He growled out softly. I flinched as his hand caressed my ass. "You drove me insane with that dance."

My heart was pounding heavily for unknown reasons. Good thing he slowly let me go, and I was able to catch my breath. But then he stole that breath with the next words he said.

"Let's get going."

"Going? I don't wanna go anywhere with you..."

"I already paid your hostess for you. I'll pay you too. That's how it works, right? So let's get going."

"And I just said..."

"Lady, you're trying my fucking patience. And if you must know, patience isn't my strong suit. So you're either walking out of this room with your damn legs or I'm gonna carry you. Decide."

Ca...carry me? I was astounded and flabbergasted by his threats. But something was exciting about it too.

Still, I knew better. If I go with him, I could get in trouble. And I didn't need more trouble. I already had enough.

My thought was cut short as he grabbed me, almost throwing me over his shoulder.

"No!" I protested quickly, stepping backwards. "I'll go with you. I'll walk."

"About time you made a decision."

"Can you give me a second of privacy? I need to get dressed." I pleaded. He didn't budge.

"Just throw the robe over your outfit."

Who is he?!

The impatient twitching of his jaw made me quickly throw the robe over my outfit. He opened the door and gestured for me to walk.

I gulped, held my head high, and stepped out of the room. James, Ma'am Janet, and some of the girls were in the hallway looking at us.

They must have eavesdropped. The expression on their faces said so. James muttered 'we're sorry' to me.

Ma'am Janet looked guilty, too, but she also looked helpless. That made me realise I really was in a bit of trouble tonight. This man really wasn't my usual kind of victim. This one's gonna eat me up.

I tore my gaze away from my colleagues and began walking. He was trailing behind me. The scent of his cologne and the intense aura from me had me shaky as we walked.

Soon we were out of the building and heading into a limo. A gasp tore out of my lips. Who comes to a nightclub in a limo?

He opened the door and I went inside. He came in right after me and the car began moving.

We sat in silence at first. Until he cleared his throat, getting my attention.

"If you must know, this is my first time doing this..."

"This?"

"One-night stand." He clarified, looking me dead in the eyes.

I looked away with a gulp. Weird because I'm a girl who prides herself on how much I can hold a man's gaze and make them nervous. In his case, I'm the one being nervous. He's effortlessly making me nervous and I hate it.

"Is there something I need to know? A rule. A code. Anything."

"We have a drink before we start," I said, glancing at him.

He arched his brow. "That's it?"

"Yes." I nodded. A good drink that I'm definitely gonna spike.

"That sounds easy." He muttered, looking out the window.

I was very nervous but I tried controlling it. My mind raced as I thought of a million ways to escape this tonight.

But the car came to a halt quicker than I expected. I alighted from the car and he did too.

There was a gigantic building in front of us. It was a hotel. A five-star hotel. He held my hand as we headed inside the building.

Strangely, there weren't any visitors here. Just the receptionist. She bowed at him and he smoothly ignored her.

Wow. What an ego.

Soon we were in an elevator. I snatched my hand from his grip. He gave a soft snort like I was being childish. I ignored him, standing at the farther end of the elevator away from him.

The elevator door opened and we stepped out. He walked ahead and I followed slowly till we got inside a suite.

He led the way into the bedroom, and I was lost, staring at the majestic decor of the suite. He took off his coat and dumped it on the bed.

His gaze swept my frame and I knew what that meant.

"The drinks first." I stuttered out.

He went over to a small table in the room and brought a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He dropped it on the nightstand and filled up the glasses.

My heart pounded as I watched him. I'd need a bit of privacy to spike his drink.

"Here you go," he handed me mine. I took it with a shaky grip. He was gonna drink his but I quickly stopped him.

"Maybe you should freshen up first. Take a shower. I also prioritize that."

He stared at me blankly for a few more seconds as he couldn't read me. I hope not.

"I want you naked when I get out." He said and headed for the bathroom.

Alone at last, I took out the tiny paper stuffed in my bra and emptied it into the glass. I sat on the bed, waiting for him. God, I was shaking too much. I've never been so nervous doing this.

The bathroom door opened and he stepped out. Naked. Completely naked. His hair was wet and his body had traces of water.

In all my years of seeing ripped bodies, nothing has ever been close to being this perfect. With no tattoos, just six packs and pronounced veins, he looked fucking hot.

I was lost in staring at him.

My gaze dropped to the beast between his thighs and my insides buzzed with excitement. It didn't help that he was so fucking hard.

He stepped closer to me, like he could tell that he had me spellbound.

His grip went to my hair and then he tilted my head up with his fingers. Our eyes stayed on each other for seconds. And then he growled out a command.

"Kneel."

Like an enchanted girl, I slowly went on my knees. He completely had me spellbound.

"Take me."

I did. With skilled hands, I grabbed his dick and began sucking it. Hard. Fast. Hungrily. And my God, he tasted amazing. His grunts were a reward for my expertise.

I went even harder, teasing his balls to spike up the moment.

"Fuck," he growled out, pulling away from me. "Get on the fucking bed."

I did. With one swift move, I was naked and on the bed. I watched him as he crawled in like a predator.

His fingers teased my wet coochie and I squirmed in sheer pleasure. God, it's been a while.

And he knew how to use his fingers. That's even better.

The foreplay ended a little quicker than I expected. Soon, he was wearing a condom and thrusting inside me.

I met his thrust with a loud moan. His hands caged me as he went beast-mode, smashing my coochie with a strength and urgency that sent me wild.

I was screaming, moaning, and squirming all at once. But I wanted more. My hands were wrapped around his waist, begging him to go harder.

And he did. Until I met a mind-shattering orgasm. He jerked, filling up his condom. He fell right beside me and I think he took off his condom.

I wasn't watching him so I wasn't sure. I was kinda surprised when his arm wrapped me up. Cuddling after sex? It's been ages. And for some weird reason, I felt safe in his muscular arms. A kinda safety I haven't felt since my father died. I basked in the warmth of his arm, and enjoyed it while it lasted.

Before dawn, I was gone. And I took enough from him to compensate for tonight.

Hopefully, I'll never see him again. But I'll never forget tonight in a hurry. The best Christmas night of my life since my father died.

LACY

"Why don't you come with me? It'll be fun." Aaliyah said from the bathroom where she was brushing her teeth and getting ready for her little vacation.

I shrugged with a smile, helping her fold her clothes into her suitcase. She's going home for the holidays. She didn't get to go last year because she chose to stay with me.

However, this year, her father pleaded with her to come home. And she's been trying to convince me to go with her.

Except, I don't think I should. Firstly, I've never met her father and I don't think it's a good time to start.

Secondly, I hate being a nuisance and that's all I'm gonna be there.

Aaliyah comes from a very rich family. Her father owns the biggest corporation in the country, and they're worth over a billion. I can only imagine what the aura in her house is gonna look like. I don't wanna put myself through such trauma.

Don't get me wrong though. She's very nice to me. She's a natural blonde, with a striking beauty that comes from her perfect face, nicely done pointed nose, and full lips. She's a typical human Barbie who knows how to flaunt her wealth.

But she's not egoistic and that's what I love about her. Rich people are usually very stuck-up and egoistic. Cocky, like that man from a week ago.

God, no. I decided never to think about him again. Never.

"Girl, listen to me." Aaliyah stepped out of the bathroom in her lingerie. "You don't wanna stay rotting in this apartment all through the remaining days of this holiday. You should come and have some fun."

"I think I'd rather stay here." I smiled, zipping up her suitcase. "But you're all set and ready to leave."

"Why do you have to be so boring and overly thoughtful about everything?" She pouted, dropping onto her bed. "And why can't you understand that I'd feel guilty leaving you here alone?"

I smiled. Aaliyah and I are both sophomore students. We're both 22 years old. She's just a month older but she treats me like I'm some kid put under her care.

Maybe because to her, I act innocent and reserved. To everyone here in school actually. They all see me as this innocent little virgin. It's not their fault though. It's what I show them.

So none of them know of my nightlife and that I'm nothing close to innocent or a virgin. They have no idea what kinda life I've lived before coming here to study. They know nothing about my family and background. All they know are the little lies I told them about my parents being offshore workers and about me being an only child.

Sometimes I hate myself for lying to Aaliyah about everything. My parents. My hometown. My background. My job. Everything.

Sometimes I wish I could be honest with her. But I've lived more than half of my life hiding. I've got an intense trust issue that stems from the misery I've been through. So it's just so hard and impossible to fully trust anyone. Even though it's someone as nice and charming as Aaliyah.

"Fine. I promise you. If you come and you don't like it, I'll let you leave. Hell, I'll leave with you. We'll both return to this apartment and rot in here until the holidays are over." She vowed, putting a hand on her cleavage and the other hand upwards.

I laughed at her dramatic display. "You really don't have to take me along with you," I said, but my protest was weak and almost nonexistent.

"So it's a yes?" She grinned, winking at me.

It's so impossible to say no to her. So I nodded. She hugged me happily and quickly went to get my suitcase.

"Go take a shower. I'll pack for you." She offered.

I went into the bathroom and got into the shower. On second thought I turned it off because I needed to ask her something.

"What's your father like?"

"My Daddy?" She replied in her tiny, beautiful voice.

"Yeah. Your daddy."

"Well, he's the quiet type."

Quiet? A quiet billionaire? That's very unheard of. They're either pervs or very cocky.

"What else?" I asked, as I began scrubbing my body with a sponge.

"He's nice. He's very laconic. He's principled. He can get moody but he's not violent. He's a gentleman. And I think he still misses my Mum a lot."

Right. Her Mum passed away when she was 15. Cancer.

"That's one of the reasons I wanna go spend the rest of the holidays with him. He's a lonely man. He might just stay staring at her pictures all day."

I nodded without asking any more questions. From her description, it seems her father...' Daddy', wasn't gonna be a problem.

So maybe I'm gonna enjoy staying over at her house after all.