Chapter 4 -I Need To Leave

“W—W—what are you doing?” I breathed out, my heart racing as his hand slid down my shoulders, tracing a path to my left breast. He squeezed it gently, and a gasp escaped my lips, my legs instinctively pressed tightly together, unable to contain my urge—my desire to get fucked by him. I craved him—every part of me screamed for him to take me, to fulfill this aching need. “Shhhhh,” he murmured, his voice low and intoxicating. His fingers slipped lower, teasing my clit through the fabric of my panties, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. “Shit,” I cursed, tilting my head back and parting my legs wider. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “I know you want this—I know you want me.” “Yes, please,” I whispered softly—almost desperately, my breath hitching as I fought against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. With a swift motion, he shifted my panties aside, his fingers sliding inside me. The moment he began to thrust in and out, my body trembled, each movement igniting a fire within me. “Arghhh, yes,” I moaned, biting my bottom lip, struggling to contain the scream threatening to escape my mouth. “Say it,” he commanded, his tone low and rough. “Daddy,” I whispered, gripping the sheets as his fingers quickened their pace, plunging in and out of my wet, juicy core. “Again!” he asserted, his tone rougher this time. “Daddy!” I exclaimed, not caring if someone could hear me. “Good girl,” he replied, his voice low and so sexy it sent shivers down my spine. But then, just like that, he stopped. I frowned, momentarily confused as I watched him pull his fingers away, leaving me breathless and wanting more. And then he turned to leave. Dazed, I stared, dumbfounded, watching him walk out of my room, leaving me wondering to myself: Why would he abandon me like that? --- The next morning, we gathered around the breakfast table. My mother, Mr. Thorian, Mrs. Evelyn, and I sat together, but Jullian was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Jullian? Isn’t he coming down for breakfast?” I asked, trying to mask the anxiety tightening in my chest as I scooped caviar onto my plate, glancing at Mr. Thorian. I knew I shouldn’t have asked; it might raise suspicions. But last night’s encounter haunted me throughout the night, and I needed answers. “Oh, he isn’t home. He went for an urgent business meeting; he’ll be back in a few hours,” Mr. Thorian said, his tone casual, but I felt a pang of disappointment. “Jullian loves to work like his father. Unlike Thorian, he stays home most of the time and only visits his company occasionally,” Mrs. Evelyn added with a teasing laugh, and we all chuckled lightly, but the laughter felt hollow. “Mum, you can’t say it like that. It makes it sound like I’m lazy. I have employees who work for me; I don’t need to be there all the time,” Mr. Thorian retorted, a hint of anger creeping into his voice. He was clearly annoyed by his mother’s words, especially because my mother was present. Suddenly, the entrance door to the dining area swung open, and a tall, curvy lady with flowing blonde hair stepped in. She exuded not only a sense of wealth but also ethereal beauty and power. She wore a red dress that clung to her curves in all the right places, and her black Birkin bag was an unmistakable mark of luxury. She was breathtaking. “Hi Mum!” she beamed, striding toward our table. I frowned, confused. I had no idea Mrs. Evelyn had a daughter. “Elena, you’re back,” Mrs. Evelyn said, clearly amused by the beautiful lady’s presence. “Everyone, this is Elena, Jullian’s girlfriend. Soon to be fiancée, I should say,” Mrs. Evelyn announced, and my heart dropped. My food suddenly felt like a lump in my throat, choking me for the second time. “Lyra, here, drink some water,” my mother urged, pushing a glass toward me, but I pushed it away. Water couldn’t quench the humiliation and anger bubbling inside me. The realization hit me like a hard punch to the gut as last night slowly began to make sense. I was right—a man like Jullian could never be single, let alone fancy someone like me. So last night was a joke to him? He was truly teasing me—he was fooling me, and I fell so hard for it. Gosh, I feel so stupid. “Mum, please!” the stupid blonde laughed, a blush creeping across her cheeks at her soon-to-be mother-in-law’s words. Fueled by anger and shame, I quickly got up from my chair, my heart pounding in my chest as I rushed out of the dining room, desperate to escape the suffocating embarrassment. I couldn’t bear to face them any longer. I needed to leave!