Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
AMELIA
"Wait, he invited you to the dinner too?" I poked my head out the closet, widening my eyes at Derek who was sprawled on my Queen-size bed.
His gaze crawled over my exposed body, lingering on my cleavage. I could see the hunger lurking behind those olive green eyes, and I would have indulged him if the situation wasn’t so dire.
"Yes,"
My heart skipped.
I popped out of the closet, hastily wrapping my robe around my body.
"What if he knows?" I whispered, getting on the bed.
Derek sighed, scooping me onto his lap. I let him wrap me in his embrace.
I got a text from my Dad this morning, inviting me to dinner. His excuse was that he wanted to catch up with me, and truly, I had missed out on our father-daughter dinner bonding. It was exciting until I found out that he invited Derek too.
Suddenly, the entire dinner seemed like a charade.
It was like a trap wrapped in a pretty little box.
Derek’s palm glided up my back, drawing me to reality. "I can assure you, if your father knew, he’d have my head by now. He doesn’t know how to let betrayal sit."
It scared me what my father was capable of doing to Derek if he found out about our affair.
"I don’t have a good feeling about the dinner." I grumbled.
He cupped my face, kissing me. "Hey, look at me."
I met his gaze.
"It’s just dinner. You have nothing to be worried about. We’ll keep it polite and simple as usual."
I slowly nodded.
"Even though the thought of being in a space with you and not being able to touch you is torture on its own." He groaned, burying his face between my melons.
I giggled, threading my fingers through his hair.
He cupped my buns, landing a possessive smack on my ass. It made me bite my lips, heat rushing straight to my lady lagoon.
"We could make something out of this moment, I guess." I grinned, my voice riding a little low and mischievous.
His eyes darkened. "Oh, really?"
"I want you,"
"You are always such a slut for daddy’s meat," he murmured huskily.
His hands drifted beneath my robe to find me naked and wet for him.
My breath hitched as his lips brushed mine.
My trembling hands reached for his slacks, unbuckling his fly as quickly as I could.
He pushed me up, eliciting a gasp from me.
I sank down onto his Trouser snake, and I could feel my special flower purring at the intrusion.
"Oh, Derek—oh, god,"
"Not God," he growled, "Me, I’m the one glazing your donut and stuffing your Eclair."
He guided me up and down his thick, warm giggle stick.
"Moan my name, baby." He rasped against my neck, sucking on it.
"Derek," I grabbed onto his shoulder, depending on my waist to lock in on the perfect rhythm to bounce up and down his ramburglar.
He shrugged off my robe, freeing one of my milk bags. He latched onto one of my stiff peaks, tugging at it and biting on it. The stimulation shot straight to my muff, causing me to drip even wetter around his schlong as he plunged in and out of me.
"You are fucking beautiful," he grabbed my nape, murmuring against my lips.
"Oh, right there, there,"
"That’s my girl. Ride me. Leave marks." He grunted.
Derek met me thrust for thrust, his sinful lips scorching a possessive path across my face, melons and neck. The sloppy sounds of our bodies clashing echoed through the room, leaving a sensuous, cacophonous sound echoing through the room.
Our lips collided in a heated kiss, swallowing up our moans and groans.
I’d never get tired of letting him claim me. I was his good, little girl, and would always submit to whatever dark, unhinged desires he had of me.
Having his wacky wand inside me, his mouth on my juicy melons and my neck, they weren’t enough. The more he took for me, the hungrier I got. I needed him, like I needed air to breathe.
I guided his hand to my throat, wanting him to reassert his claim on me.
"That’s my slut," he said huskily, "you look so fucking beautiful right now,"
My moans came out more hoarse and strangled, and that feeling, knowing he controlled everything, my pleasure, my frosting, my body, it tipped me over the edge.
"I’m going to frost your pocket rocket, daddy," I whimpered, bouncing on his cock.
"Frost it, baby," he groaned.
My orgasm seized me at once, eliciting a long, breathing moan from me as I shattered on his yogurt flinger, creaming it. Derek frosted my beaver, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
I massaged his scalps softly, tensing up in his arms when it suddenly dawned on me that I had something to say to him.
"I love you,"
It came out like a trembling whisper.
He stilled, glancing up at me. His expression was unreadable for a moment, making my breath hitch.
"You don’t have to say it back," I quickly chipped in, masking my disappointment with a smile.
"Amelia—"
"I get it," I rasped out. "I have to go shower–to get ready for dinner." I rolled off him, ignoring the hot trail of frost trickling down my thighs.
I rushed into the bathroom, my eyes burning with tears. I slammed the door shut, pressing my back against it.
Derek was gone when I got back out. I was a withdrawn mess while I took a shower and settled for a short black backless dress. I let my wavy hair down, touching up my face with some makeup.
My mood was completely sour when I got to my father’s house.
The house was quiet, safe for the dinning hall that was clouded with murmurings and chatters from the two men who occupied the room.
We both had an unsaid agreement that we’d show up separately so as not to arouse suspicions from my father, yet, seeing him there, all changed and decked in black tee and slacks, I couldn’t help but feel a little conscious, knowing he was inside me some moments ago.
"Hi, daddy." I forced a grin onto my face, approaching him to kiss his cheek.
"Hi, Pumpkin,"
"Someone looks chirpy tonight."
"Yes, because I’m dining with my daughter and my closest friend." He grinned.
I stole a glance at Derek who looked like he had been staring at me. "I didn’t know that Mr. Steele would be joining us." I feigned ignorance about it.
"Oh, it was an impromptu arrangement." Dad shrugged it off, pulling out a seat for me.
"Good evening, Mr. Steele." I flashed him a curt smile.
He nodded with a passive look. "Good evening, Ms. Sugarplum."
The politeness was seriously getting on my nerves so I looked away from him. I still found my Dad’s sudden dinner a little sketchy, but I kept that knowledge to myself, letting him beckon on the chefs to bring in our meal.
"Are you okay, Princess?"
I looked away from my champagne flute that was getting filled up by one of the chefs, flashing him a half-hearted smile.
"Of course, daddy, I’m fine,"
He didn’t look like he believed me, so I further lied.
"I have just had a long week at the bakery." I sighed.
His presence was getting under my skin, making my breath hitch without even looking in his direction. I tried my best to keep my gaze fixated on my Dad, but I could still feel his eyes boring holes into my body.
"You won’t allow me to help with the bakery," he frowned, slicing through his steak.
I sipped my champagne. "I have it all under control, daddy."
"How long are you going to keep taking it all on without help?"
"Dad," I eyed him.
"Fine, I’ll let it go."
I released a deep breath.
"You are awfully quiet, Derek." He murmured, glancing at the brooding man seated beside him. "I know you don’t like crawling out of your lair to hang out. You need to loosen up, my friend."
"I like spending time with you, chairman." His voice was flat, his eyes starting to mine in the process.
"Maybe if you went out more, you’d meet a nice girl that’d make you want to settle down."
My Dad’s casual comment almost made me choke.
A dark look flickered over his face.
"Are you alright?" Dad spared me a worried glance.
"I’m fine,"
The thought of Derek eyeing another woman, cozying up to her, haunted me. My chest constricted. My throat tightened. My eyes were starting to burn so badly with tears as I glanced down at my plate.
Was that why he didn’t say it back?
My Dad’s ringtone cut through the air, interrupting us. He glanced at the screen, muttering incorrigibles under his breath.
"I have to take this, excuse me."
"It’s okay, take your time."
He exited the dining hall, leaving me all alone with Derek.
I could feel his eyes on me, as I brought my flute to my lips, taking a forceful sip. I didn’t look in his direction, but the heat from his gaze was almost stripping me bare.
"You are pissed at me,"
I scoffed, "Am I?"
"Look at me, Amelia."
I cussed under my breath, rising to my feet. "I have to go to the bathroom."
I didn’t understand how fast he was able to move from his seat, cornering me at my table, preventing me from leaving. My breath stuttered as his fiery green gaze locked on mine.
"Get out of my way,"
"I’m not going anywhere."
I bit the inner corner of my lips, clenching my fists. "Don’t make me say it again."
"You are not listening to me."
"I heard what you have to say," I barked out a humorless laughter, "Your silence was loud as hell, you don’t feel the same way about me. I get it, now get out of my way."
His icy armor cracked, his gaze softened. "You didn’t allow me to say a thing. You assumed that I didn’t feel the same way about you."
"Well, I—" my voice trembled.
"Damnit, Amelia." He closed the distance between us, grabbing onto my waist. "Do you have any idea how bad I have it for you?"
"I love you, baby girl." He glided his knuckles over my cheek. The tenderness made my eyes water.
"Derek…"
"I know that I don’t deserve you, that someone as screwed up, and as fucked up as I ma doesn’t deserve an angel like you, but I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me."
I choked out a sob.
"I love you," I croaked.
He cupped my face, kissing me softly.
"Took you long enough,"
I heard my father’s voice come up behind us. Derek tensed against me, and I was certain I stopped breathing. I tried to free myself from his grip, but he held on to me possessively.
"Dad," I whispered, trying to find the right words to explain myself.
"Grant, I can explain."
"What? That you are in love with my daughter?" he scoffed, fighting back a smile. "You both are not subtle."
My eyes widened.
"You knew?" I exclaimed.
"I suspected at first," he grinned, approaching us. "But I confirmed it on the night of my birthday."
My cheeks burned furiously.
"If I had to wait one more day before you told her how you felt, I’d kick your ass myself." He faked a glare at Derek, who visibly relaxed beside me.
The air that rushed through my legs was different, more liberating.
"So, you are okay with it?" I smiled.
"I have always known Derek had great upload speeds." Dad looked like he just won a lottery, grinning from ear to ear.
Derek laughed, releasing me from his grip. He approached my Dad, gathering him in a manly hug. They both laughed, patting each other’s backs.
"I know my daughter is in good hands with you. Take care of her."
"I’ll guard her with my life."
It was ridiculous that we had both been worked up about my Dad finding out when he had known all along.
He beckoned me and I ran into his arms, hugging him. He sighed, pressing a kiss to my hair.
"I’ll always root for your happiness, pumpkin." he smiled, cupping my cheek.
"Thank you, daddy."
I looked towards Derek, then rushed up to him to kiss him really hard.
"I love you,"
He grinned. "I love you too, baby."