Chapter 7

"Oh! Don't stop." She wriggled in her bed, bunching off the bed covers in her arms. She bit on her lips, biting down on her urge to scream.

He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back but the face she saw was hazy. She snorted. Who cared about that? He made her feel good and that was what mattered to her at that moment. She wanted him to continue with what he was doing whoever he was. It felt like her brain was trying to tell her something but she was too lost in the moment to care.

It felt too real but she knew it wasn't real. The last time she had been with a man was the one night stand she had during the holiday and she knew she knew she wouldn't have jumped so soon into bed with a man while her father was trying so hard to marry her off to one.

She counted it as a dream. A very nice one. His chuckles ran through her, sending tremors of pleasure her belly. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head. Violently. Growling at him. "Don't."

"Do I make you feel good?"

She nodded, annoyed at the game he was playing as she wondered what kind of a horrible tease he was. "Yes." She groaned out loud.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"Please." She cried, the sexual tension sending jolts of pleasure through her it was painful to bear. Her body arched off the bed as she clung tighter to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Say my name." He whispered.

She whispered back his name but she couldn't remember what it was she had said. The name eluded her memory no matter how hard she tried to hold on to it.

He smiled, pleased at her response and she breathed, glad she had gotten his name right. She moaned, repeating his name and she cried out in ectasy, screaming as he gave her what she wanted.

Veronica screamed as she jolted up from bed. She glanced at her environment and breathed out in relief as she realized that she was in her room and it had all been a dream. She scowled at how real it was, her mind flashing back to the one night stand she had had. The scenario felt like it but she could only remember tidbits of it.

She groaned as flashes of what she had spent the previous day doing flashed in her mind. Her hand flew to her mouth as she realized she had called Adam and...... she had no recollection of what happened next after she fell asleep in his car.

"Did he bring me to my bedroom?" She groaned, looking around the bedroom to see if she had tidied it. She breathed, grateful he hadn't seen a mess of her room. Her reputation would have been ruined to realize she had littered the room with flying underwears, clothes and shoes as she usually did when she was running late for a meeting. She was glad she had painstakingly taken the time to arrange the room before she rushed out the previous day.

Whew! Who knew Adam was going to see her bedroom as she had been tidying it up?

She rushed out of bed, grateful she didn't have any hangover. If she still wanted to make it to the office that day, she needed to leave her house. She rushed to the bathroom, shoving her toothbrush into her mouth, the crazy dance of the brush in her mouth a soothing ritual to wake her up further.

Back to the house room to undress before she stepped into the shower, she paused amidst removing her clothes as her phone rang. She scowled at the disturbance and her scowl eased a bit as she saw the caller ID as that of her father.

"Dad!"

"Good morning to you too." He chuckled. "How is your hangover?"

"I don't have one."

"Glad to know. Just checking up on you since you are yet to resume to the office."

"I slept in late." And had a long weird dream. Heat bloomed on her face as she remembered in vivid details how weird the dream was.

"Are you on your way?"

"Would be having my shower if you hadn't called right now."

He chuckled. "Blame it on the old man."

She sighed. "I am sorry, dad."

"Not a problem, sweetheart. I know you have been under a lot of stress lately."

She rolled her eyes at his words. He was the major cause of the stress she was going through and he knew it. "Dad, how did you know I was going to have a hangover?"

"I was there when Adam brought you in." He tsked. "You were really out of it, dear."

Hope blossomed in her mind. If her father had been there when Adam had brought her in, maybe he hadn't entered her bedroom. It felt good to know her father had taken her to bed.

"Did you get me to bed then?" She asked, a smile on her face.

Matthew bellowed and she knew her answer before he replied. "Why would I do that? A healthy young man carried you home in his arms and I would break my spine by taking you from him because I don't want him to see your bedroom. Hell no, I am never going to do that." Matthew paused and then continued. "Moreover, the both of you are going to get married soon so what is the point of hiding your bedroom from him?"

"Dad!" She groaned. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He chuckled. "Just get yourself to the office soon. I am relieved to hear your voice, I just wanted to confirm to myself that my daughter is still alive."

She snorted. "You evidently still saw me last night."

"Drunk."

She sighed. "I wasn't that drunk, dad." She protested.

He snorted. "You weren't and a man you wouldn't even talk to during the day brought you home in his arms at night." He ended the call, his chuckles ringing in her head and getting on her nerves.

She rolled her eyes, knowing he had her there. She pursed her lips, annoyed at Adam. Why did he have to be a gentleman and carry her in his arms even if she passed out? He could have just dragged her along the floor from the garage to her apartment. She scowled at herself, knowing she was being ridiculous. She knew no sane human being would do that to another albeit the person one was going to get married to but she wished he hadn't carried her inside because of her father. She wouldn't stop hearing him taunt her about it for days, if not weeks.

Her clock dinged as its hand struck ten on dot. She stopped her musings, dropped her phone and rushed to the bathroom. She had a quick shower, dressed up, fixed her makeup and was out rushing out the door fifteen minutes to eleven.

"Whew!" She sighed as she got to her office, slumping in her seat. She went through the files waiting for her signature her personal assistant had already dropped for on her table. She focused on work, aiming to forget how the last twenty four hours were.

Her office line rang few minutes before lunch. She rolled her eyes at the interruption, knowing Susan, her personal assistant wouldn't have connected her if it wasn't important.

"Veronica," her father's voice sounded through the receiver.

"I must have woken up on the good side of the bed seeing how much you have called me today." She teased him.

He scoffed. "Or you must have done something good in your dreams."

She cleared her throat, blushing. He had no idea how close he had come to the truth.

"You could have helped an old woman cross the road in your dreams."

She rolled her eyes. "Dad, why did you call? I am certain you didn't call me during working hours just to banter with me."

"Working hours?" He gasped. "It's lunch time already."

"Almost, dad." She corrected, checking the time on her laptop screen.

"Whatever!" He snorted. "Have lunch with me."

"Why?"

He choked in surprise. "Does a father need a reason to have lunch with his daughter?"

She chuckled. "Lunch it is then, dad."

He beamed. "Okay, sweetheart. Our usual spot. Don't be late."

Veronica walked into the restaurant, her eyes searching for her father. She beamed as she saw him and walked towards him. She began to feel suspicious when he was seated at a table for three instead of their usual table for two.

"Are you expecting someone else, dad?" She asked as she settled into the chair opposite him, fear already creeping into her mind that he was up to his games again.

He nodded. "A prospective business partner. I want the two of you to get acquainted with each other."

She breathed in relief that it wasn't what she had thought it was. Business she could deal with and she was ready for.

"Ah, here he comes." Her father smiled. "The man of the hour."

She turned her neck to see who it was as her back was to the entrance and she hissed low, glaring at her father. "Dad! You said a business partner."

"Of course, he is." Her dad chuckled. "Or would be when you both get married." He added with a wink at her.

"Sorry I am late." Adam said as soon as he got to the table.

"Oh, never mind." Matthew waved. "Veronica also just got here. You two must be a match made in heaven."

Adam hid a smirk, wondering when Matthew would stop gloating about matching his daughter up for an unwanted marriage. He pulled the third seat backwards and sat down.

"Good afternoon, Vee. It's so good to see you looking refreshed." He said, teasing her.

She gave him a mock smile. "Good afternoon." She was embarrassed to see him. The images of the previous night came rushing at her and she hiccuped at the recollection. Oh my! She had even flirted with him as well. She groaned, avoiding his gaze.

Matthew glanced between the two and smiled. "You already have a pet name for her." He said, smiling at Adam. "This lunch seems like it's going to be fun."

"It's just her name." Adam protested. "It sounds too old-fashioned to call her by her full name."

Matthew chuckled as Veronica gave Adam a heated glare. "Maybe I need to warn you that I am old-fashioned as well and not just my name." She hissed at him. "Would that make you change your mind about this unwanted marriage and stop pretending to be a gentleman?"

Adam stared at her, speechless. Matthew chuckled. "You seem to be forgetting something, Vee." He drawled, making use of the name Adam had called her. "This marriage is as much an inconvenience to him as you think it is for you. Moreover, he doesn't have to pretend to be a gentleman, he is one." He smiled at Veronica. "I wouldn't have chosen any less for you as your father."

Veronica snorted. "You seem to be enjoying this too much, aren't you?"

He chuckled. "Let's make our orders, shall we?" He said and made a signal to the waiter.