David’s POV.“Is there something wrong, sweetie? You don’t seem relaxed.” Claire asks me, placing a hand on my thigh.“No, I’m good.” I tell her but I know I’m not.Vera saw us kissing. What will she be thinking?Granted, I don’t want Vera to know about my feelings for her ‘cause it'll make her want to be my girlfriend which will complicate things, still, I can’t stop feeling guilty knowing she saw Claire kissing me back at the house.I only wanted to apologize for my rash words from days before ‘cause I’ve not been around since. It’s being emergency meeting here and there. So I came this morning to patch things up with her only for Claire to call and remind me of my promise to accompany her to their family's reunion.Mr. Oliver wants to unite his legitimate children and the illegitimate ones. The old man is just acting like he's numbering his days.As a result, Claire wants me to be her partner. I would have rejected but knowing I’m seeking something from her father always gives me
Vera’s POV.“Let me have one kiss, angel, please.” Harry drawl, aiming to kiss my lips. He hasn’t notice my unease.“Wait…Harry…” I try to jerk him to a stop but Andrei’s voice cuts through my words.“Vera?”The harsh sound of his voice makes Harry stop his advances. With a drugged gaze, he turns to look at Andrei.Harry gives Andrei that sneer of his and mumbles. “Hey, man. We meet again?”Andrei only throws a quick glance his way and looks back at me again. I tighten my lips in defiance, waiting for him to burst out. My shoulders are rightfully squared, of course.“You care to join us, Andrei?” I ask with a sneer.As if to punctuate the whole drama, Harry mindlessly sling his hand over my shoulders, pulling me to him.“I bet he loves what he’s seeing.” Harry gushes.If I don’t personally know Andrei, gosh I’d have melted by the murderous look he’s giving us.“Get your hands off her shoulders. Now.” He orders Harry.“Man, what’s your problem? Let the girl have some fun. Give her spac
David’s POV“I couldn’t believe it when I heard it the first time, sweetie. I thought our dad was a righteous man. But I thought wrong when his first illegitimate daughter showed up at our doorstep.” Claire engages me in a conversation as we perch against the high table filled with glasses of wine.“Wow…” I hum. I lift the glass and take a sip. Our eyes lock and I see Claire biting her lips. My left hand is tucked in my pocket and I gently break our gaze and let it dance across the room.She’s feeding me with stories about their father’s reckless lifestyle. That means, Mr. Oliver is not different from me. He lived a Casanova lifestyle but still managed to build a huge empire such as this.“My mother was shocked beyond words that her husband of forty years could hide such a secret.”I don’t voice anything, I just shake my head because what she’s saying is not in any way my concern.I throw my eyes around in search of Mr. Oliver and when I see him chatting with a few congressmen, I loo
Vera’s POV.My damp body is filled with goosebumps and nervous excitement hits me in waves as David yanks me into the house.My feet patter with force against the hardwood floor and my damp hair releases droplets of water in rivulets. I'm internally smiling at the victory I’ve won myself while on the outside, the only thing giving away my sly grin at the situation is the redness that paints across my cheeks.I watch the man’s stiff shoulders as he drags me with him. I can tell the generous amount of anger making waves within him.It’s nothing I didn’t prepare for. I know this will happen and I decided to use Harry as a tool.Oh, the poor boy was already on cloud nine as I gave him the best sensual handjob he’s ever gotten. The electric excitement that spiraled through him when my mouth makes connection with his penis shows how long he had wanted to fuck my mouth.But I did that on purpose because I saw David closing in on us from the corner of my eye. I saw the blatant rage raining
David’s POV.If victory was a person, it should be Vera. She’s won this game. A game she set by having such a sexy and tempting body.I had to scratch all the shits my mind was telling me downstairs and lightly have a feel of her clit under my fingers and…Fucking hell, it felt soft, slippery, and heavy with her increasing urge for my cock.I can’t begin to mention the emotions wringing through me at every word that she spilled down there.But what got me the most was her admission she’s had a dick between her pussy lips.I sulk at hearing her mention she’s had many body counts. When did my kid become so naughty? Huh…I watch her squirming on the bed like a helpless sex slave…humming sounds that have my already hard cock more stiff.I’m a fucking pole. I huge pole that wants to come down by sinking between her thighs and fuck her pussy until she can’t move again.I’ll make sure that it won’t happen again. No more body count except mine. No man will touch her except me.Tonight, it’s a
Vera’s POV.I can’t stop the thrilling feeling streaming through my body. My eyebrows are up, almost touching my hairline knowing David is torturing me without even trying.I mean, he has this sexual power over me that I can’t help but surrender to. He's powerfully built form towers over me on the bed, while I watch with heavy breath.I fucking want to cum hard but he’s not going to let me and as if on cue, my body responds. My orgasm suddenly pauses rushing out of my heated flower-hole.I perch my hands on the bed, gazing up at him as he grunts, holding his dick.Fuck…I squirm.The sight of him holding his thick girth is exciting. The immaculate dick drops precum steadily. Daddy, holds up my chin with just one finger and makes me stare at him.He moves his finger over my lips, parting it wide. He watches me with that look that borders on the urge to devour someone and it’s driving me haywire.“You don’t look away…watch as I touch my dick with thoughts about your little flower the
David’s POV.“Ahh…” I grunt as I wake up and roll around my bed. My body is alive as I sport a huge boner. I squirm again, searing feelings of sex driving through me.Hell, it’s a huge surprise that last night happened…I jerk my nose and I still notice the scent of the sin Vera and I committed last night. Father and daughter…No, foster dad and his foster daughter, making out…committing sin.My mind makes it a priority to remind me that Vera and I are not blood related.But her mother was your ex-lover, I think to myself.Yeah, there’s that, no doubt.But, c'mon. How was I expected to pull my control tight after hearing the shitty ways men took pleasure from Vera’s pussy.Shit, it still grates my nerves knowing the fact that some dudes out there have been to the place I wish to be.Just say you wanted a virgin, that little voice in my head squeaks again.I deflate knowing it’s true. I don’t want to openly admit I wanted to be the first man to have his cock between those creamy thighs
Vera’s POV.I hum a music tune under my breath as I gather my hair in a ponytail in front of the dresser mirror.My crisp white shirt and skimpy skirt are properly ironed. After getting my hair neatly packed, I saunter to my closet and sprinkle my floral-scented perfume.All the while I do that, I keep thinking about what went down last night.The way David sneaked me into my room without giving me an orgasm made my night totally restless. Hell, I struggled to sleep through the throes of the need to cum.That’s why the first thing I did when I woke up was to chase him to the dining and hump my body on his.I know it’s crazy, yeah, but then I had to do it. I was this close to coming apart down there until Andrei showed up there.I bet he's surprised to see us but David wasn’t that conscious of Andrei finding out about us, only Irene.Okay…days before I was happy that Irene would pass the night here because her husband traveled with the kids but now…I want her to go home so David and I
Vera's POV. "Thanks, Evelyn." I smile at my housekeeper when she serves me the Earl Gray tea. I've never been a tea person that much but since my pregnancy clocked six months, I started craving it every morning. Today makes it eight months and two weeks since David and I married. An impromptu marriage. But no matter what I love it.It hasn't been easy. Not when David was ousted from the company by the board of directors because of the news Claire leaked. But we've been there for each other. He's been my rock and I've been his. Most days we spend time here in the courtyard, thinking of what other business we can establish and grow.Five months of brainstorming on that led him to establish a small business but it hasn't consumed his time. In fact, David devotes more time to me.Just like the news that spread—the news Claire released on the media, that's how David ensured to spread pictures of our wedding photoshoots. It got the media confused that he wasn't ashamed that he got mar
132. Vera's POV. I gasp at the splash of cold water on my face, waking up from sleep. My eyes bulge as I take in my surroundings. The room is bright, unlike before when it was all dark. But this isn't just a room, it looks like an office. But a huge one. There's a billiards table in the center with an overhead light. But that's not what makes my heart slump. It's the number of scary-looking men in the room, surrounding me like predators. My eyes scan them all. Tattoos both on their faces and body, piercing around their eyebrows, ears, and the corner of their lips. Some have a bald head, long hair, and short hair. My heart pulses as I examine the men more. None of their faces looks familiar. Since we got here, Russia, I've been in and out of consciousness. Actually, this is the first time I've taken out time to see my surroundings and the strange faces here. I nearly pee on my panties as I watch these men.Who are they? "So, this is the bitch we've looking for, huh?" One
131. David's POV. I've been worked up since Vera went missing. Same as Andrei. The both of us have not slept a wink and I've avoided Claire like a plague, ignoring her calls and text messages. It's all because of her that I'm in this mess but I seek to correct my mistakes. This time, no turning back. I'm damming all consequences now. If it's reputation, I don't mind losing it again. Fuck! My girl is out there in this cold weather with my baby in her belly. Thinking about Vera being helpless and alone is driving me crazy. I wonder how she's coping with our baby. This is literally the third day she's been missing and I'm broken. So broken. Stepping out of my room after brushing this morning, I see Irene waltzing towards me. "Good morning, sir." She humbly greets. The tray of food in her hands already tells me why she's here. Answering her greetings, I order her. "Irene, please take it back. I'm not hungry." There's a compassionate look in her eyes as she stares at me. It's
130. Third Person POV. Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach. Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end. Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly. What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind. He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman. He wants to paint the man black before Vera and that's working. The very dark, distant look on Vera's face is a pure indication. Oops, Peter smirked again, wondering about the emotional turmoil Vera must be going through. It's obvious the girl had been seeing the man as her knight in shining armor but now, that same man is the bane of her existence. Damn, Peter loves this. It only means…he'll finally settle with his true love and live peacefully with this grandmother and child. That's the family he
129. Vera's POV. My heart has never been this broken before. It feels like it's about to pop out of my chest. I'm losing my breath and strength is leaving my body fast. Sitting in the subway station on this frosty night, I sob relentlessly. I can't stop the rivulet or tears. I can't stop replaying the scene that occurred before me four hours ago. I've been sitting here for two hours and I've missed the first train that swung by. I can't bring myself to move. All I feel is heartache. David…after all he said to me, he still chose her in the end, why? Indeed, I'm never and I'll never be enough for him. After all, he is what he's rumored to be. A womanizer. I guess I was too blindly in love with him to realize I'd end up like his ex-wives. Too bad now, I'm carrying his child. I chuckle bitterly at the situation I'm in. I feel like it's a blessed-cursed situation. I'm blessed because I have a baby made out of my love for a man. But cursed because even before the baby could come
128. David's POV. As Claire and I leave the elevator, I feel the tension becoming palpable. I can't find it in me to respond to whatever greeting my employees send my way. Claire's heels make uncomfortable sounds as it hits the floor. My posture rigid, I swing the door to my office open and walk inside. I hear Claire slam the door shut behind her. Before I can reach behind my desk, she rushes to me, holding my arm. In that moment of surprise, I turn around only for Claire to smash her lips on mine. Her teeth cling strongly to mine. It's all I can do not to barf. The fuck is she doing? I wonder to myself while gripping the back of her hair and pushing her off of me. In disgust, my hand swipes over my lips, wiping the trails of her kisses. I pant, doing everything I can to hold back my rage and sheer eagerness to lash out at her."Claire, need I remind you what boundaries are?" I say so calmly. She might think that's how I am on the inside but no, I'm nothing but calm. She b
127. Vera's POV. "Oww…" I whoosh a breath, watching the passersby while I tap my feet continuously on the asphalt. Checking the time again, I figure out five minutes have gone by and Evelyn still isn't here. "What are you still doing, Evelyn?" I mutter, thumbing through my phone to call her again. This dizziness has gone out of hand too. My vision suddenly blurred while I was in the cafe. I just came there to relax this morning but the dizziness struck with force. That's when I decided to head to the hospital. Evelyn's advice a while back was perfect but my stubborn self couldn't admit to it. I didn't even check a pregnancy kit. I prefer going to the hospital to be completely certain. That's why I called Evelyn to help me with my purse. I sigh and scroll a hand through my hair. I'm getting worked up but I'll get a solution soon. "Vee?" A tiny voice calls out to me and I turn my back and see Evelyn smiling from across the building I'm perched on. "Get over here, Eve!" I wave
126. David's POV. "Can you tell us exactly what went on here, Mr. Truman?" The commander asks, wanting to take note. I'll be the last person to reveal that what occurred an hour ago is a mafia war. Resolved to seal the secret, I shrug. "I don't how to explain how it all started, commander. But I'm thinking those are thugs, seeking some kinda attention." I say, my face deadpan. "Did you perhaps see any of their faces?" He asks again. Fuck yes, I did. It's all imprinted on my mind. Anton's. Peter's. It's all living rent-free in my head, I nearly growl but instead, I offer. "Commander, what happened was a flurry of shootouts and shits. Couldn't see any of their faces." The commander looks weak at my vague answers. It's better he is. "Okay, Mr. Truman. We'll make more investigations about that." He says and I nod lightly. The other sheriffs are scouting the place, looking for evidence to find but I know better. Mafias don't leave a trail you can find them with. Their shi
125. David's POV. All evening I've been tense, worried sick to my bones. The event, my problems with Vera, the viral pictures of me and Claire, and how to make things work out between Vera and I all race through my head, I nearly lost it. While the guests were coming into the ballroom, I move away, wanting somewhere quiet to get my shit together. I can't stop worrying about her. Vera. I fucking want to know if she's going to come over but calling her on the phone will be a dead end because she won't ever respond to the call. Secluded in one of the hotel rooms upstairs, I undo some of my buttons after removing my suit Jacket, cracking the bones of my neck. I make sure I come up here with a bottle of whiskey and I quickly uncork it and begin to drink directly from the bottle. I don't know what to think again. What to feel, so I let all sorts of emotions swing through me, emotions I can't define. Amidst all, that tiny voice in my head keeps telling me Claire knows something. Fu