Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
AMELIA
It was my dad’s birthday party.
He wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I missed it.
I couldn’t even miss it if I tried. We’ve only ever had each other since I lost my mom as a teenager.
He was the best father a girl could ask for even though he found me quite obstinate for constantly refusing help and choosing to fix things myself.
Left to him, he’d have no problem with me taking over the family business. But I wanted a life of my own, outside of Cyber Corp.
I arranged with the few staff I had left to make provision for the cookies, cakes and pastries that’d be needed at the cocktail party that we’d be hosting at the Sugarplum mansion. What was a birthday without that?
I found a spot to pull over in the massive garage. I adjusted the rear view mirror to take a glance at myself and check if anything was out of place in my appearance. My hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and I kept my makeup soft and flawless.
I opted for a long, silky backless dress alongside a matching clutch and stilettos. It was a little overboard for what I’d do on a normal day but it was my dad’s birthday.
The compound was littered with an array of staff who were moving the chairs and decoration out back to the terrace where the party would be holding. Some of the guests were starting to arrive, and I could make out some highly familiar dignitaries.
My perception of my dad was of a father, my closest friend and a confidant. So, it makes it easier sometimes to forget that he was a hot shot in the tech world.
Nostalgia hit me when I set foot onto the Foyer.
I moved out right after I finished college even though Dad tried to persuade me to stay a little longer.
But I could still remember the days he’d come back from work and I’d crash into him on the Foyer, excited to have him back, the countless dinners, indoor daddy-daughter times and gardening.
It made my eyes sting with tears.
A sad smile played on my lips as I traced my fingers over the Grand Piano in the living room.
My mom loved to play a lot.
She wasn’t here anymore, but I could still hear the haunting echoes of the Piano all over the house.
"Are you reconsidering moving back?"
I looked over my shoulder. A grin bloomed on my face.
"Dad!" I shrieked.
I flung myself at him. His chuckles echoed through the room.
"Oh, I missed you." He planted a kiss on my cheek.
"I missed you too." I murmured. "Just so you know, I’m not moving back in even though the thought of it is tempting." I said with a straight face and we burst into laughter right after.
"Happy birthday, daddy." I whispered.
"Thank you, cupcake."
"I had the maids place your gift in your study." His eyes lit up at the thought of my gift. It made my heart soar with warmth.
"That sounds mysterious."
"Yes." I giggled.
He planted a kiss on my forehead. I was a grown woman, but I’d forever be my daddy’s little girl.
The sound of a throat clearing broke us apart. I looked over my shoulder, and my breath was knocked out harshly from me. I stiffened slightly against my father, trying to tame my burning cheeks.
I pulled back from my Dad once I collected myself.
"Derek." My dad acknowledged him with a warm smile. "It’s so good to have you here."
"Happy birthday, Chairman."
"Thank you, son."
His eyes drifted to me. It took a lot to pretend like his gaze was drilling holes into my body. "Ms. Sugarplum."
I nodded with a tight throat. "Mr. Steele. Thank you for coming."
I couldn’t keep my eyes on him, so I wouldn’t arouse my father’s suspicion.
But all I could think about was how he pinned me to the shower cubicle in the early hours of this morning, fucking my brains out.
My tunnel of love tingled at the memory.
It made me suck on the inner wall of my cheek to suppress my smile.
"Let’s head to the terrace, shall we?"
I cleared my throat. "Of course."
The party was already in full swing. The terrace had transformed into a sophisticated space with floral decors, warm lighting and a soft, whimsical humming in the background. The murmurings of the guests and clinking of glasses filled the air, syncing with the soft, delicate ambience.
"I’ll be right back." He kissed my cheek, going over to his friends to exchange pleasantries.
I fisted my dress awkwardly, resisting the urge to look over my shoulder. Frustration bit at my skin. We both knew this was the right thing to do. We had to keep this under wraps until I was ready to tell my father.
But every time I thought about it, I was reminded of his protective nature. Daddy would never understand. He’d never get it. I had no doubt that he’d intimidated Derek for him to feel restless enough to completely give into what we had. It’d break me if anything happened to him or his job.
I flashed warm smiles at the guests while I died inside. When my emotions threatened to crush me, I snatched a wine glass of a waiter’s tray, taking a long swig.
I got myself busy with supervising the sweet treats. However, I could feel him watching him. I tried not to look towards him but my body betrayed me.
There he was, trying to make small talk with an older man.
He looked ruthlessly handsome in his white button-down shirt tucked in black slacks. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbows, flaunting his veiny forearms. I bit my lips absentmindedly, and when his eyes locked on mine, I was certain that I saw his lips twitch.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
I was drawn back to reality by a masculine voice.
"Oh—hi,"
The man seemed to be in his early thirties, tall, easy on the eyes with his dirty blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes. He cleaned up nicely in his black tuxedo and slacks. He was handsome, but his facial features didn’t have that dark, brooding edge that I was used to seeing on Derek.
I blinked, quickly catching myself from doing a further comparison.
"Hi," I laughed nervously.
He smiled, clearly amused. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Yes, I’m fine." I took a sip from my wine.
"Tobias." He stretched his hand forth for a handshake.
I smiled, taking his hand. "Amelia."
"You are so beautiful." He murmured. His words were kind and warm, making me laugh softly.
"Thank you."
My eyes were locked on him, but I could feel Derek’s burning gaze on our entwined hand. Tobias seemed like a nice man, but I was hardly interested in him. How could I be when the man who consumed me was right across the terrace?
His musky cologne hit me before I could wrap my head around what was going on.
"Ms. Sugarplum."
I turned to him, holding his frosty gaze. "Hi."
"I believe your father’s looking for you." He deadpanned.
"Oh,"Tobias cut in.
I could have sworn I saw Derek’s jaw clenched.
"I didn’t know you were his daughter."
"She is."
Both men locked gazes, and the tension that hung between them was rubbing off on me in the wrong way.
"Take me to him." I cut in before the tension thickened further. "It was nice to meet you, Tobias."
I let Derek lead me away from Tobias. My heart was pounding in my chest the whole time because I knew what was coming.
We had barely gotten into the empty living room when my back was slammed against the wall. His hard, heated body was pressed into mine, grinding his hard-on against me. I whimpered, my chest heaving harshly.
"Someone’s pissed." My voice came out thick with tease and seduction.
"I’m livid." He gritted. "He was flirting with you."
"That makes you mad?" I pushed at his chest, frowning. He pushed back, locking us in a heated push and pull. "You barely looked at me all night." I snapped.
"That’s not true."
"Oh, but it is."
He grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head.
Our ragged breathing hit each other, locked in a dance of heat and lust. My cheeks were flushed with heat, my heart pounding erratically against my chest. I arched into him, needing more of his body pressing into mine to soothe the burning desires that coursed through my veins.
He was the only thing I could see, the only thing I could breathe. His presence was all-too consuming and fuck it if that didn’t turn me on.
His fingers grazed my chin, titling it. I shivered.
"All I have been able to think about tonight is getting you out of this dress," he said huskily. "... and wrapping this delicate little throat in my hands and claiming your lips until we both can’t breathe."
I gasped as he grabbed one of my legs, tugging me into him.
"All I can think about is bending you over the nearest desk, and fuck that brattiness out of you." His lips hover above mine like he was holding himself back from taking what he wanted.
He captured my lips, kissing me so softly like he was teasing me with what he could give me but wouldn’t.
I moan, my breath wavering. I needed more. I wanted more.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me."
I was wanton for him. It didn’t matter that my father was hosting his birthday right out the garden front, or that he could walk into the house and walk in on us in this position. My Hot pocket was dripping wet for Daddy IT.
I wanted him to plunge his pleasure pump in my oven.
His lips brushed mine, teasing me. "Were you thinking about me while you were with him earlier?" his fingers disappeared under my dress, finding my Flappy Bird with ease.
I whimpered, thrusting my chest forward.
"Derek–"
"I want answers." He growled. "Or else, I’ll stop."
"Yes,"
His lips descended on my neck with heat and frustration, scorching a path down my heaving juicy melons.
I gasp when he crouched before me, sucking on my scroll wheel.
I moan, fisting his hair. He devoured my raw fish taco like he had been starved of it for a while, groaning in appreciation at my frosting that creamed his mouth.
My eyes rolled back in their sockets.
I couldn’t control my moans.
My system was close to crashing when he ripped his mouth off my gooey flower.
Stains of frosting covered a corner of his mouth. His brooding green eyes were dark with hunger, holding promises of what he intended to do to me against this wall.
My legs trembled as he spun me around harshly, pressing me into the wall.
"Oh, looks like your fish flaps are excited to take in my fleshy meat." He murmured, smirking against my neck.
The rattling sound of his belt got me excited.
"My lady garden is so excited for you, daddy." I moaned.
He groaned. "Every time you call me daddy, a server overheats."
I giggled, but the sound crushed in my throat when he slid his meat into my pink taco. I moaned, scratching at the walls. His package was stretching me out, filling me up until I was completely consumed by him.
"oh, god."
My vertical smile was clenching around his willy. "Girl, your cookies are tracking me. And I fucking love it."
Derek thrust his meat popsicle, in and out of me, slamming me against the wall with each brutal stroke.
He locked my hair in a harsh grip, his lips scorching a path down the side of my neck possessively as his hard drive undid my system.
I was crashing beneath him, whimpering and squealing but he didn’t stop.
"There—daddy, there," I moaned once he started hitting my g-spot.
"You always smell like Vanilla and bad decisions." He sniffed me in, slowing his pace.
He thrust out halfway, eliciting a whimper of protest from me before he slammed all the way back in.
The force made me jerk.
"That’s it, Sugarplum. Swallow daddy’s one-eyed monster." His hand found my throat from behind, seizing it with a ruthless grip.
My moans started coming out strangled. It was all so stimulating. He was punishing me with his Willy. He had my throat enclosed in his possessive grip. I could barely breathe, but it was equally liberating.
My lower belly tightened in anticipation of my frosting.
"I can’t—-I’m going to—"
"You want to crash for daddy?"
"Yes,"
"Crash for me like the good girl that you are,"
I frosted daddy’s trouser mouse, releasing a long, loud moan. His man meat creamed me in return, eliciting a whimper from me.
We both stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace and frosting. But I could feel it without him having to say it, his brooding silence, his stiff frame behind me.
They mounted a distance between us. A distance that told me that he was going to pull away from me again.