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Chapter 4

Hearing the voice that I had only heard a couple of times, my skin crawls and I immediately get up, finding the blond looking at me mockingly, wearing gray pants and a black cotton shirt.

"I'm not a girl," I say, trying my best not to sound like a pathetic drunk. “Much less daddy.”

Saying this, I try to leave, walk away and lock myself in the house and spend alone, the shame of finding me lying on the floor. But as soon as I take a step forward the world shakes mercilessly beneath me, and just as I think I'm about to hit the ground again, a strong arm goes around my back, and Mr. Smith ends up pinning me to his chest. .

I looked up to see the eyes that sparkle in the night lights and the thick eyebrows. Our lips are inches apart and I swallow hard as our breaths mingle.

“Besides saying bad words, the girl is drunk” He whispers and I look away, thus breaking the tension.

“Not your problem, Mr. Smith.” I snapped, letting the alcohol take over the reasonable part of my brain.

He just smiles and searches my eyes once more, moving even closer to my face when we get closer again. I try to pull away when my thoughts go the very, very wrong way, but it only makes the man holding me hold me tighter against him.

My heart races and I am forced to part my lips so as not to lose the course of my breathing. Smith gets closer to my mouth and I see myself paralyzed in his arms, unable to move away and I just stand there waiting for the kiss that comes in less than nothing.

The kiss takes me by surprise and the whiskey flavor that comes from his lips mixes with the tequila of mine. The rhythm he uses when kissing me is fast, it takes me a second to follow him in the same way, but I manage it, and I moan intentionally when he squeezes my lower lip between his teeth before leaving my waist and taking my hand.

He walks with me at a fast pace and my heart rumbles in my ribcage, but I do nothing, I don't hold back, I don't deny myself, I just let myself be carried away by the moment and I follow it determinedly, ignoring the warnings that my weak subconscious releases, those The same ones who hardly hear each other, and are completely silent when together, we cross the front door of the garden house.

Smith closes behind me, and doesn't wait another second before sticking me to the door behind me and continuing to kiss my lips, but this time, caresses are added to that. His hands traveling from my breasts, through my abdomen and waist, go to my buttocks and squeeze before continuing down, while his expert mouth goes from my lips to my neck and vice versa.

His hands go to the end of my dress and without even thinking about it, he puts his hands under it and his cold palms feel the bare skin of my buttocks with pleasure. I gasp as he places his hands on either side of my waist and urges me forward by squeezing me tight.

Behind me I hear a door open when one of his hands leaves my waist, after that and without leaving my lips he keeps walking until he separates slightly and watches me with a look full of desire.

He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and tilts his head before pushing it back with one hand. My body is automatically greeted by the soft mattress of the bed, and eventually cornered by the large body of the man who comes on top of me and rubs his erection into me, making me let out an inevitable groan.

Smith passes his hands under me and then goes down. He closes me behind me and pulls the garment over my head.

I run my hands over his torso still dressed, from top to bottom, when I reach the edge of his shirt I pull it up until it disappears from my field of vision, I do the same with his pants, while he leaves kisses from my lips to my breasts

All I had left was my little black lace panties and he, the boxer shorts he had left after I made him take off his pants.

“I can not anymore.” He whispers hoarsely with arousal, and I moan as he continually pulls my panties down.

I gasp when I feel it, as if that were the start button, it begins to move inside me, creating a sway of pleasure inside me.

Soon the room is filled with gasps and moans from both of them, and as the minutes go by, their kisses, caresses and thrusts increase their pace, thus leading me to taste heaven itself.

"I wanted to do this as soon as I looked at you," he confesses in a hoarse whisper.

I groan in response, unable to formulate or even think of a coherent sentence. I simply concentrate on the ecstasy that intoxicates me when feeling the orgasm very close.

“Come on baby, I want more…” And only those words are enough to release me in the most overwhelming of orgasms.

Smith thrusts into me a few more times, continuing to touch me, kissing me, until his release comes, and I feel him cum inside me.

He lunges to my side, looking up at me with his stunning blue eyes, while mine begin to droop unconsciously.

The sun on my face, annoying and as much as I try to ignore it, I can't. I open my eyes angrily, but the sharp pain that drills through my head with the simple act forces me to close them once more.

I reopen them carefully and note that I'm not in my room. I sit on the bed quickly as I do so the sheet slips exposing my naked body.

What the fuck?

I find my panties near the bed and pick them up, putting them on as fast as I can, doing the same with the bra that was a little further away.

I take the dress from the floor and I'm about to put it on my body, the door of the room opens revealing the face of Mr. Smith? Did I sleep with Mr. Smith? Quickly, I take a look at the place and...

If I! Damn, I slept with my father's partner in my fucking garden house!

I scream internally trying to hide my body behind the dress that I still had in my hands.

"Come on, Laura! I've already seen every part of your body.” He brags mockingly and embarrassment dyes my face red.

I quickly put my dress on under his watchful eye and then go looking for my shoes.

“Damn! Where are they?” I whisper to myself until I found one.

"I see you've already remembered something." He says mockingly making my embarrassment increase to a thousand percent.

I visualize my other shoe and as if this place were on fire and the walls were getting narrower, I run towards it and put it on, I try to get out of this house as soon as possible and into my own.

What did I do?

Dad is going to kill me.

What the hell was I thinking?

“God! I've slept with a man I don't even know his name!” I yell to myself as I cross the threshold that leaves me on the grounds of the Mason mansion.

"Jhonny, Laura," he says behind my back and almost out of inertia, I turn in his direction, startled and confused. "My name is Jhonny," he adds with a lopsided smile.

I swallow helplessly with embarrassment, turn and if I walked fast before, now I run home as if the garden were infested with wild tigers.

Upon arriving home, silence reigns, it is approximately six in the morning, everyone has to continue sleeping, and those who don't, locked in their rooms. I go up the stairs quietly until I reach my room, I look at the clock that is next to my bed and yes, it is six fifteen in the morning.

I lie on my bed trying to get some sleep before breakfast, but my mind keeps replaying the memories of the night before over and over again.

When I get to the dining room, I say good morning and sit down, I don't look at Jhonny at any time, but I can feel his gaze on me. When they're done, everyone gets up just at the moment I hear my car horn, saying that Martha has arrived, and it's just the excuse I need to get out of this place immediately.

As I leave I look at Martha and run to meet her with a smile on my lips.

“ brought your car safe and sound!” She says almost shouting, she always seems to be excited. “But now I'm going to stay to meet Liliam's little girl and take a bath in the pool.” She adds excited and laughed taking her by the side the hand and advancing with it to the house.

Liliam and Martha were swimming and I was in one of the chairs trying out my new cell phone. Sarah begins to cry and Liliam from inside the pool asks me to give her the bottle that was already ready on the table.

I take the baby in my arms and while I feed her and lull her to sleep, I feel someone's gaze on me and when I turn I see him standing under the threshold of the door that connects the backyard with the house.

I swallow hard and immediately look away.

Jhonny Smith does not stop seeing me, is he obsessed?

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