"HOW could you do this, Peter?!"
I stopped walking when I heard mom and dad having a serious conversation inside their room.
The door was half-opened, so I couldn’t help but hear their exchange of words.
What I only intended to do was to kiss their cheeks as I was going out tonight for Celyn’s bridal shower, and I might go home late.
Their room is right next to mine, but it is soundproof. In fact, all of the rooms in this house are soundproof. Their door jamb happened to be ajar, and they didn't seem to notice that they hadn't closed it, so I passed right by.
"How would you explain this to our daughter, huh? How?!" Mommy kept half-shouting at dad.
My brow furrowed slightly. What could daddy possibly explain to his daughter? Mom is definitely asking him how he can explain something to me. Having no sisters means that I am the only daughter in this family. Yes, I have a brother, but it's obvious that they're discussing something concerning me.
What's the problem? Is it so serious? Oh, it seems like it really is!
"Let me explain to her, Lucille. Maybe she will understand and go through it," dad answered, remaining calm.
What will he explain to me? What do I need to understand and accept? What's really happening?
"Knowing Tamara, knowing our daughter, she's independent and always stands by her own decisions in life, so do you think she'll let us ruin her life like that?"
While daddy is gentle, mommy's way of speaking seems like she's going to have hypertension.
By the way, everything she told him was true. I'm self-sufficient, I stand by my decisions, and I never let anyone control my life! Never. But what do they mean when they say they're messing with me and my life?
What in the world is going on here?!
Dad released a deep sigh. "It's all my fault, and I'll accept full responsibility and the blame."
My feelings were suddenly stung by what I heard, by my father's lethargy. Why should he bear all of the responsibility and blame? Charge and blame for what? Just what did he do, anyway? Did he do something bad?
Given what I know about my father, Peter Davis, it is extremely rare for him to act in a way that is less than exemplary. As a result of being a family man, a husband, a successful businessman, and most importantly, a father. Literally, everything he does, he’s truly good at it.
Astonished, she exclaimed, "What is wrong with your brain that you get yourself involved in gambling?!"
Gambling? Did mom just mention dad gambles? I don't want to believe it! But I do know him quite well. That would be the last thing he'd ever do in his life! To reiterate what I've said previously, he never does anything he considers negative. My father is not like that!
"You're addicted to gambling! I didn't even know you were at the Casino every night, and you have done that for almost two years now!"
Instantly, my eyes widened. As a result of his gambling addiction, daddy spends every night of the week at the Casino. Really?! That just can't be right. No way! Surely my dad wouldn't do something so silly! He wouldn't!
"I'm so sorry, Lucille..."
Sorry? After mommy accused him, that's all he could say? Sorry? Why would he be apologetic? Is he guilty of what she was saying? Is he?
"If I hadn't called and answered the call of the big-time gambler you owe, I wouldn't even have known!"
A move was made on my part. I attempted to walk away and get away. I've had enough of overhearing mommy and daddy's private conversations, and I've had enough of listening to her anger.
I know it's bad to eavesdrop, and d*mn, I am eavesdropping on my parents' issues! I must respect them, as well as their privacy. Perhaps, if there are truly serious matters, I will wait for them to tell my brother and me. I have no right to listen in on other people's conversations!
"So, Peter, what are you going to do? To sell our only daughter to the heir of the company who plans to save our business and pay off all your debts?!"
I once again came to a stop instead of fleeing.
Earlier, I had wanted to leave because, in addition to knowing that eavesdropping was wrong, I also didn't want my mood to be ruined before attending my best friend's party. However, after hearing the parting words that mommy said, I now feel even more compelled to intrude.
What the hell with it! They're talking about having a ‘to sell someone’ to pay off all the debts!
"I'm not selling our daughter, Lucille."
"Not selling? What exactly do you call what you're doing now? Peter, for f*ck's sake! You want our daughter to marry the heir to a huge business just to make up for everything you've lost!"
Marry? Marry a wealthy heir? How exactly do they intend for me to know about this? Obviously, there is no other daughter in this family, so they are referring to me! I mean, what exactly do they want me to do? My father wants what?
I don't like where it seems to be going, and I don't think I will like it once it gets there, especially since they've already brought my name in on this.
"Lucille, this is also for Tamara's good."
"That's only for your own benefit, Peter! You're just doing yourself a favor to be saved from all the troubles you caused in this family!"
I heard daddy take a heavy sigh.
I finally get why my mother gets so upset over certain things.
"Come on, Lucille! Please!" Dad begged, frustrated. "I'm not doing this for no good reason. Certainly, I recognize that I erred, and I am taking this step to make amends. It's not just that I'm doing this for our family, but also for you. Can you not see that I need to be rescued? Do you really want to have me imprisoned? Moreover, don't you worry if our firm survives or not?
"Of course, Peter, I want you to be saved from all of this mess." Even mommy's voice is beginning to wane. "I don't want you to go to jail, and I also want our company to survive... And yet, could there be no other option? Peter, you can't fix a mistake by making another one."
"I know... I know, Lucille." Dad nodded submissively, admitting to his shortcomings.
Dad hugged her, and she couldn’t do anything but sadly embrace him, too.
"But trust me on this one. This time, I know it's not a mistake. I will make our daughter wed to my colleague's son."
What my father said turned my earlier feelings of pity into abject outrage. I'm supposed to marry his rich business colleague's son? To the heir of the company who intends to save our commerce and pay off all his debts? Why? What does he think of me? It makes me feel like I am a used item that can be easily sold to anyone! It’s truly sickening!
"Is this the only choice we have? What's stopping your buddy from helping us out without expecting anything in return? Especially not our daughter's heart."
"Their family, Lucille, is centered on a massive corporate empire. They always see returns on their investments."
That's right. These days, no one in business will lend a hand to another businessman without expecting a return.
I shook my head bitterly. This is getting insane!
"Besides, they have their own reasons for wanting our daughter to be a part of their family. Believe me when I say that their reason is beautiful. No harm will come to our daughter."
Now that mommy seemed to be persuaded by dad's words, she stopped talking and instead let dad soothe and convince her.
I can't take this anymore! I need to leave now before I go insane and do something stupid as a result of what I heard from them!
Now is the time for me to leave before what I heard from them causes me to totally lose my sanity and do something I'll later regret.
What have I just found out and heard? To begin with, dad has a gambling problem he's been hiding from us for nearly two years. Secondly, he's racked up many debts to various gamblers, which could lead to the bankruptcy of our business. Finally, I've heard he wants me to marry some son of a large business I've never even heard of!
Brother Shaun arrived at the house's entrance just as I was about to descend the grand staircase.
"Hi, sis. You gonna go somewhere?" he asked me, cooly.
Whereas my face used to exude an air of uncontrollable wildness, his is calm and friendly.
He has obviously just returned home from work, given that he is clothed in his business suit.
"Brother, do you know about daddy's gambling that he started two years ago?" I immediately asked him.
He's the first son in this family. Therefore, I conclude that he knows everything that's happening here!
He was startled as if he couldn't believe what kind of question I was asking him this time. "How did you know about it—"
"So, you knew?!" My blood boiled even hotter in my head. "Why did you hide it from me? I don't understand why all of you here are trying to keep this secret from me!"
"Tamara—"
"Now that he has developed a dependency on debt, his actions could put our entire business at risk. Am I right?"
An audible sigh escaped my brother’s lips.
Come on! He will inherit our company in this generation, so I know he knows everything that is happening and what can happen more in the next days!
"You also know that in order to save our business, dad plans to send me off to marry the son of a wealthy friend. I'm assuming you're aware of this, as well." The tone of my statement was more accusatory than questioning.
He blinked, appalled by what I said. "What? Excuse me, but what did you just say, Tamara? Dad intends to give you off to marry the heir of the company that seeks to save our business?"
He now appears perplexed and blameless. So, he has no idea, huh?
"Tamara, I don't know about it. Is that even true?"
"How I wish it’s not!” I ran my fingers through my hair frustratedly and I was feeling so bitter. “I don't know, but that's what I've heard from mom and dad’s conversation, bro." I rolled my eyes as I passed him.
He watched me when I was about to leave. "Wait. Where are you going? Don’t tell me you’re going out to run away—"
"Relax. Just popping out for Celyn's party." I abruptly cut him off to clarify his conclusions. "Don't worry. I won't rebel yet, my dear brother. Not until Dad confirms that everything I heard tonight was true." As soon as I finished speaking, I briskly walked out of the house.
He didn't say anything else nor try to stop me because, aside from knowing that I won't be stopped once I decided to go, he also has trust in the people I'm going to. My best friends are Celyn and Yasmine, and this family knows them, so they don't mind if I hang out with them late at night.
I dashed into my red car, tossing my purse inside. I sped as fast as my ride would go to get to the bar immediately where Celyn's bridal shower would be held.
Many terrible things have happened, and I have heard them all tonight. I feel like I need to drown my exasperations in hard liquors!
"I couldn’t say anything! That macho dancer was totally freaking mindblowing!" Celyn snorted while her hand was placed on her heart.The party’s over, and finally, that male entertainer left us already.“I totally agree.” Yasmine nodded and turned to me. “Guessed, you made him mad, girl!”I wasn't paying attention to what the two were saying. I sat back on the couch and toyed with the glass in my hand.Celyn leaned on me teasingly. “Who wouldn’t get mad? Tamara just pulled his trigger!”“Yeah!” Yasmine smiled and gently shook her head.I remained silent despite them poking fun at me.I knew that it was really my fault why that man was provoked earlier. I insulted him. But I wouldn’t do it if only he weren’t such a bore!Besides, I'm going through something at home right now, so I want to enjoy myself while I'm here. He seemed forced to do his job and couldn't even crack a smile! He surfaced as if he had no choice but to do what he didn't want to do. Forgive me for insulting him, but I
"Can't believe it! You were that boring macho dancer earlier!” "It doesn't matter now," he answered darkly. I grinned. "You were nothing but a shameless, boring hombre who dared to lick my skin!” “Now’s not the right time to talk about that. Come on, I'll take you back to your friends.” He was holding my shoulders as he gently dragged me, preventing me from sliding or going down to the cold floor. I suddenly remembered my friends and was alarmed. Those silly girls would definitely tease me again once they see that I’m with this man! "No! Take me somewhere, instead!" I quickly suggested. Oh, silly me! That just came out of my lips without even thinking about it carefully. I pulled my hair. D*mn! I hate alcohol effects! I hate how it makes me out of my mind and can’t think properly! He frowned. "What?" Instead of explaining myself to him, I decided to divert the topic. “You were so brazen when you licked my legs with your filthy tongue a while back,” I hissed. He didn't answe
There was a palpable air of darkness inside the room. My eyes were couldn't see anything but the rest of my senses were active. To my nose, his manly fragrance and menthol breath was overwhelming. While my ears were able to pick up our sighs and grunts with relative ease. And, of course, our sense of taste and touch, which benefited from the sensual acts we shared.He became even more hostile after I slithered my leg around his waist. Carelessly, he tore the strap off my dress and proceeded to give me a quick kiss on the neck and all the way down to my cleavage.A hand reached down and grabbed my butt, and he pulled me up as if I weighed nothing compared to his strength. To keep from falling, I clung to the back of his neck. He fondled my chest."Your body's perfect," he whispered huskily.He was softening my body to the point where I thought I might just melt.He smoothed my straight hair back with his hand and ran his fingers along my back. After he unhooked my bra, he sucked on my
This time, he attempted to re-enter me delicately and carefully. He gradually guided his m*nhood inside of me while guiding it toward my entrance, but before he could even finish, I winced once more at the surreal pain! "Sh*t!” "Bear with it. This always hurts the first time around that you do this thing. The pain will just ease away later," he said in a baritone. I pulled his hair. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it because it just hurts so much! He forcefully moaned, "Oh!" And then he fully inserted himself inside me. "Oh my gosh!" I cried as I finally felt him completely invading me! I couldn't see it but I could really feel his length throbbing inside my tight p*ssy. Waiting for me to adjust, he remained still. I worried I couldn't bear it and wasn't sure if I could even cope with his long, huge size because the pain felt so excruciatingly bad that it felt like it was torturing me! "I guess I can’t make it. Get off me." I ordered cryingly. If only he knew that I was s
(Fabio's POV)When I opened my eyes, all I felt was emptiness since the woman with whom I had just made love the last night was no longer in the bed next to me. Perhaps she had woken up before I did, and without even saying goodbye, she simply drifted away without leaving any trace.What would I expect? A silly girl like her would simply walk away just like that.I sat on the edge of the bed, folded my hands, and rested them on my knees. Last night was wonderful. I wasn't just sure if that woman also enjoyed what we did or if she might have been, at the moment, regretting that she slept with me.But she didn't seem regretful when she first gave herself to you last night… When she surrendered her virginity to you, she seemed genuinely pleased. I, somehow, consoled myself.I glanced at the bed and saw a bloodstain there. It was the undeniable proof that I was the one who devirginized her. I was the first to touch her like last night. I took the thin blanket she used and slammed my eyes
“No,” I firmly continued.“Please, at least, just this once, bro Fabio. Just this once and I promise I am never gonna ask you such a thing like this ever. Just for tonight!” she begged me more.I didn’t say a word. No matter how she would beg and pleaded with me, I just couldn’t grant her request. “Big bro Fab, please! My client already fully paid for this entertainment, I could not simply upset them for not doing my part enough as the owner of the bar and organizer of their party who promised to give them complete fun for the bridal shower, so, please!”"Then be frank on them, Natasya. Tell them if it’s possible to postpone that bridal shower because the macho dancer you hired couldn’t make it tonight,” I, instead, suggested a remedy to her problem."Brother, I can't do that. They still anticipate the bridal shower to be a success tonight, so I can't put it off because they have a lot to look after in the next few days for the upcoming wedding."I was seriously starting to get total
After a while, I dropped the papers I was reading. D*mn it! The more I tried to avoid contemplating her, the more I thought about her. No matter how hard I tried, thoughts of her face and body kept popping into my head. She kept disturbing my head, making it seem like I couldn't even concentrate on whatever I was about to do for work!Thinking of how close I would be to her, how my hands would explore her sensual form, how my lips would caress her neck with soft, passionate bites, how my mouth would claim her mounds, how my nostrils would become addicted to her spiced, tempting scent, how my finger would make its way to touch her extremely delectable folds, and how I would feel to be inside her had aroused my erection for the nth time today!I closed my eyes tightly and sighed violently. F*ck. I was so turned on by the thoughts from our last night’s shared bliss!Before I lost my mind, I decided to look for something on my tablet. My sister handed me a picture yesterday, and as I wa
(Tamara's POV)As I got home, I went straight to my room to take a cold shower. I needed a cool bath, especially since I could still feel the hots for that man I just gave my whole self with.I remembered staring at his face for a long time before I left the hotel early in the morning. "Who are you and what really happened?" For a second I remained looking at his peacefully-sleeping face in the bed.Alright, as I could recall, I was in a bad mood when I left the house last night because I overheard mom and dad arguing. I attended Celyn's bridal shower at the bar. I overindulged in drinking, resulting in becoming totally wasted. I seduced the boring, dull macho dancer and we met again after a while then everything just turned like a flash as we ended up in bed!My eyes widened. Oh my gosh! So, I really did have s*x with this macho dancer last night?!I could finally figure everything out little by little in my memory. This guy laying beside me was the same guy who I insulted at the p