Chapter Three : Make a Wish
Chapter 3 — Make a wish ..
GRANT
“…. Happy birthday to youuuuu”
The song ended and I faked a smile, so my daughter and families can relax and not take my stoic attitude personally.
It’s not that I hate birthday , I actually don’t give a fuck which day it is, I would rather be somewhere else.
Preferably between the thighs of a certain raven haired beauty currently hiding behind her friend at the far edge of the crowded table, blushing like a sinner in church.
Her name is Nova according to my daughter since she didn’t exchange name with me before choking on my dick.
She’s dressed like a damn nun today in a blue sweater so big it could fit two if her easily and jeans that swallowed her curves.
It’s almost insulting especially since I remembered vividly what she wore yesterday.
She’s looking so innocent but I swear she looks better with my cum dripping down her chin while her eyes watered from pain and pleasure.
My hand flexed involuntarily under the table and I want to tear those ugly clothes off her body so I can bite hard on those pink nipples I saw peeking out of her dress yesterday.
I itch to wrap my fingers around those soft freckled throat and I wish to do so with her leg around my waist while she makes those filthy moans and bouncing on my dick at the same time.
Our eyes lock across the table like my thought summoned her and she looked every shades of nervousness and flustered as she swallowed hard while her face reddened even more.
You can take the slut out of the bathroom but you can’t take the memory out of her head or the taste of me off her pink tongue.
A laugh from Lena snapped me back to reality just in time to hear her chant : “Make a wish daddy”
I forced another smile and leaned over the cake. But the only thing I’m wishing for,is her… Bent over the fucking dining table and covered in whip shots only while I make her scream my name like it’s her last prayer.
There’s something about her, I haven’t been able to take the mental picture of her looking innocent on her knees between my legs while looking up at me with her aroused chocolate eyes out of my head.
Something soft and sweet, something that needs to be corrupted by me.. I’m sure she yearns to be corrupted.
I can see it in her shy gaze which is a front for the seductress in her.
“I’m done”
I announced and they erupted with laughter and applause. I stand straight, forced few handshakes, thank you responses and very few hugs.
The staffs starts clearing the table for another course but my eyes never left her.
Lena mentioned one of her roommates would be staying here for a six month internship. It better not be the blonde with her nose in her phone, I don’t even remember her name.
The only girl I want under my roof isn’t even my daughter.
-/:;()$&@“
NOVA
If I could wish for a super power it wouldn't be converting my breath to dollars, it would be the ability to erase people’s memories, specifically a certain silvery fox and myself.
So I can forget last night and maybe erase the part where my best friend's dad cummed down my throat.
His heavy gaze has been on me since I greeted him earlier and I wonder why the people around us didn’t notice or call him out on that. His gaze is unsettling and a constant reminder of my bad decision.
Lena keeps asking if I’m okay and I kept assuring her, I shift uncomfortably in my seat praying this brunch ends soon.
Eventually people starts presenting their gifts with Lena going first, she hands him a sleek black box decorated with gold ribbons. He thanked her and dropped it into the luxury Hamper beside him without opening it. He repeats the same process for everyone who gifted him.
Then it’s my turn. I gripped the tiny box in my hand like my life depended on it.
“Happy Birthday Mr Calloway”
I said softly eyes on his shoes, holding it out to him and unlike the other gifts he dropped in the hamper, he tore mine open immediately, like it’s something special and I held my breath until he unveiled the dark black sleek hand chain that is masculine as well as simple in a classy way.
“Put it on me” he says
My breath stutters and my fingers tremble. I fumbled a little but clasp it on with a click. He pulled me into a brief side hug but I can feel his hand lingering too low on my back.
“This is beautiful Nova” he murmured “Thank you. And please call me Grant”
I felt Lena beside me before I saw her, “Any friend of Lena is my friend” he added.
I scoffed in my head but maintained the smile on my face as I made way for the next person presenting a gift, before I reached my seat Lena pulled me gently after her into a private restroom in the vacant hallway.
“You didn’t have to get him anything,” she says quickly. “He’s rich. It’s not necessary.”
“It’s something small I could afford with my savings,” I tried not to sound defensive but instead of answering she’s smoothing her hair and avoiding my eyes.
“He hasn’t opened mine yet,” she mutters.
“I’m sure he will,” I lied smoothly, she paused before saying something that froze me.
“My dad… he flirts. Don’t read too much into anything he does. Just take him like a father, okay?”
Take him like a father? If only she knew how I already took him. I nod anyway and hug her, thanking her for everything. Then she leaves, and I sag against the sink.
I stay longer in the restroom to hide from him, To hide from myself. I should feel disgusted and guilty but when I walked out and collided with a hard chest that smells like sandalwood and sin, I knew who it was.
“Sorry, Mr. Calloway—”
“Grant,”
he corrects. Then lowers his voice.
“But you will soon start to call me Daddy.”
His hand grabs my wrist, pulling me against his chest,my heart skips and my knees wobble.
“Someone might see us,” I whisper.
His thumb and forefinger pinch my bottom lip, tugging it down.
His touch is possessive and Dangerous while awaking something in me.
“Let them.”