My Dad's Bestfriend

Sienna

I struggled to open my eyes, a throbbing headache pulsing through my skull as I

tossed and turned on the bed. A single thought cut through the haze.

Wait...

Where am I?

I shot upright, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't my room.

Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?

Panic crawled up my throat-until I noticed the shirt I was wearing. A man's shirt. White. Crisp. Familiar. I lifted the collar to my nose, and the scent hit me-his cologne.

And with it, the memories.

I froze. Images flashed behind my eyes: his mouth on mine, his tongue between my thighs, the way he touched me, held me, consumed me. A shiver raced down my spine as I swore I could still feel his tongue against my pussy, his fingers filling me, his body pinning me down in heat and fire.

I clenched the duvet in my fists, a strangled breath leaving me. Regret coiled

inside me, tightening, choking.

God. What did I do?

I can't fucking believe it. I let Alexander Grayson do this to me.

Out of everyone-it had to be him? Why, Sienna? Why?

"This is a mistake," I whispered, voice cracking as I scrambled out of bed. His cologne still clung to me, seeping into my skin, making my pulse race faster. How the hell was I supposed to face him after this?

I hated him.

And yet, I let him... lick me like that. Touch me like that. Fuck, I was so stupid.

My eyes darted around, frantically searching for my clothes. The muffled thump of music bled through the walls-reminding me I was still in the club. This had to be one of the private rooms. Rooms he'd probably used with other women before

me.

The door creaked open. I flinched.

Alex stepped inside.

He was fully dressed, navy shirt unbuttoned at the top, black slacks hugging his frame. My breath caught. For the first time, I really saw him.

Alexander Grayson was... beautiful.

complexion struck the perfect balance-not too fair, not too dark. He had to be at least six-two, his body built

been unfair making Alexander Grayson this attractive. It would've

amusement. His hands

I said, forcing steel into my voice, though my heart thrashed like

"I see."

I stepped back. Again. Again. Until my back met the wall. His arm came up, bracing beside

He towered effortlessly.

short. He was

were planning on sneaking out

brushed against my cheek, his breath ghosting

drunk. I was hurt. I needed to forget. You

didn't know what I expected from him. But it wasn't the low chuckle

the wall. I tried to shrink away, but there was

Flower." His hand caught my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes burned into mine. "And you think calling it a mistake will make me

me, Sienna." His voice dropped, darker now. "You're mine. And I'm not walking away just because you want to pretend it meant nothing. Especially not after getting a taste

exploded in my cheeks. My breath came shallow. "W-What

slow. His eyes flicked down to my mouth before

my cock, your mouth wrapped around me. I want you begging, screaming, breaking

Holy...

even blink. I

with nothing but words. He didn't even have to touch

to fight it, but my gaze still drifted to

me. It was stupid, reckless, dangerous—yet I

he knew. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine- not

sin itself, "even if you call it a mistake... do you really think

His touch was hypnotic, his presence stripping me of every restraint I

resist me?" His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. A soft

His nose skimmed my neck, slow and deliberate. "Then tell me how

His voice.

his fucking voice. It was

him to kiss me so badly it hurt. If he didn't, I felt

smirk curved his mouth. He saw it-the unraveling. He saw me slipping. "What is it, Sienna?" His whisper was velvet-wrapped steel. "What do you want?" Bastard.

longer he dragged it out, the weaker

my bottom lip, grinding his hips against mine. A moan slipped out

this desperate. What the hell was wrong with

voice dripped with amusement. His hand wrapped around my throat, firm but not cruel.

then he

him back just as hungrily, my fingers tangling in his hair pulling him closer. Tongue for 2 tongue. Bite

me against the hardness straining his