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 solid,

Alexander Grayson this attractive. It would've been easier

room, smooth, curious, edged with amusement. His hands slipped casually into his pockets as his gaze

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

"I see."

met

He towered effortlessly.

He was

his voice dipped lower, "you were planning on

my cheek, his breath ghosting over my

was a mistake, okay? I was drunk. I was hurt. I needed to forget. You just... happened to

expected from him. But it wasn't the low

the space between us, his body pressing mine against the wall. I tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere to

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

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

cheeks. My breath came shallow.

and slow. His eyes flicked down to my mouth before

pussy choking on my cock, your mouth wrapped around me. I want you begging, screaming, breaking beneath me. I want to watch you lose

Holy...

I couldn't even blink. I was locked-lost.

me on with nothing but words. He didn't even have to touch me. And yet

but my gaze still

wanted him to kiss me. It was stupid, reckless, dangerous—yet I craved

knew. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine- not quite a kiss-before trailing to my

if you call it a mistake... do you really think you can

shiver tore through me. His touch was hypnotic, his presence stripping me of every restraint I thought

think you can resist me?" His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he

and deliberate. "Then tell me how long before you lose it? Because we

His voice.

fucking voice. It was intoxicating,

words, but because I wanted him to kiss me so badly it hurt. If

unraveling. He saw me slipping. "What is it, Sienna?" His whisper was velvet-wrapped steel. "What do you want?"

I wouldn't. But the longer he dragged it out, the weaker my resolve

slipped out of me, raw and helpless.

never been this desperate.

voice dripped with amusement. His hand wrapped around

he

exploded in my veins. His tongue slid past my lips, demanding, devouring. I kissed him back just as hungrily,

me tighter against his cock, grinding me against the hardness straining his pants. The fabric