Chapter 3 - Meeting the Sugar Daddy

Selena was still standing still with her wallet in her hand, while David was again busy checking his cards, not noticing the change in his wife's expression.

"Your real father?" Selena repeated, her voice hoarse and almost a whisper.

David nodded without looking at her. "Yes. I haven't seen him in fifteen years. After divorcing my mother, he went somewhere. No news, no trace. Until now, I don't know where he is either."

Selena swallowed hard. She felt like laughing sadly. She knew where David's real father was. He had just slept with her last night!

The thought made her stomach turn. She couldn't accept this reality. There was no way her life could turn into a living hell this quickly.

Before she could say anything, David's cell phone suddenly rang. The man glanced at the screen briefly, then quickly walked toward the balcony to pick it up.

Selena just watched in silence.

David's voice sounded softer, more intimate. There wasn't that gruff tone like when he spoke to her. And Selena knew exactly who was calling. It had to be his mistress.  

Once again she had to watch her husband talk sweetly to another woman, as if she were just another wife.  

After a few minutes of talking, David hung up and grabbed his jacket.  

"I have a quick errand. Don't wait for me for dinner."  

Without waiting for a reply, the man walked out, closing the door with a slight bang.  

Selena still stood where she was, staring at the door that was now firmly closed.  

Her hands gripped the fabric of her shirt tightly, her breathing heavy. David had betrayed her.  

And now, she had to accept another reality that the man she slept with last night was the father of the man who betrayed her?  

Selena lifted her face, smiling sarcastically. If this was a game, she wasn't going to just lose. She knew what she had to do. Wasting no time, she grabbed her bag and left the house.  

***

Selena stepped into the same club as last night. This time, she was not drunk. Her head was cool, her mind sharp.  

She walked up to the bar counter, then approached a well-dressed man who looked like the club manager.  

"I'd like to see the owner of this place," Selena said firmly.  

The manager shot her a glance with furrowed brows. "I'm sorry, but that's not possible."  

Selena snorted. "Why?"  

"Big bosses don't just go around meeting people," the man replied coldly. "Besides, his identity is kept secret."  

Selena smiled slightly. "Oh, really?"  

She was just about to utter another threat when suddenly a heavy voice interrupted their conversation.  

"Why are you looking for me?"  

Selena froze. She recognized the voice. Slowly, she turned around and saw the man standing behind her.

The man stared at her with a sharp gaze, dressed in a perfect black suit that added even more authority.

Selena wasted no time. She immediately grabbed Dominic's wrist, pulling him away from the crowd.

"Hey—"

"I have important business," Selena interrupted without giving Dominic a chance to object.

She dragged him up the stairs, heading for the same VIP room as last night.

Dominic just stood still, letting himself be pulled along. His expression remained flat, but his gaze seemed to want to read the mind of the woman in front of him.

Once inside the room, Selena released her grip and closed the door.

Dominic leaned his back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. "Now explain," he said calmly.

Selena looked at him straight on, her eyes flashing with determination.

"I want us to make a deal."

Dominic raised one eyebrow, looking at Selena with interest. "What deal?"

Selena crossed her arms over her chest, not answering right away. Before speaking further, there was one thing she had to make sure of first.  

"I'm Selena." She stared intently at the man before her. "Selena."  

Dominic gave a small nod. "Dominic Varela Hawthorne."  

So it was true. The man's last name was the same as the one on David's wallet—his biological father.  

Selena held her breath, trying to hide the turmoil of her feelings. She must not falter.  

"Okay, Uncle Dominic," Selena said finally. "I want you to take responsibility."  

Dominic flinched slightly but quickly pulled himself together. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes.  

"I did intend to do it." His voice was deep and serious. "I'm going to marry you."  

Selena chuckled, without looking the least bit happy.

"Marry?" She shook her head. "No way."  

Dominic looked at her deeply, realizing there was something this woman was hiding.  

"You're married?" he guessed.  

Selena smiled wryly. "Of course not. I just don't want to get feelings involved."  

Dominic didn't ask further, though something strange was going through his mind.  

"What do you want, then?" he asked.  

Selena looked at him with conviction. "I want to be your bedmate."  

Dominic's eyes narrowed. "Bedmate?"  

"Yes." Selena walked over to him, looking at him from a very close distance. "Other than that, you have to fulfill all my wishes."

Dominic leaned his back against the wall, looking at Selena with an unpredictable expression.  

"Interesting."  

Selena wasn't surprised to hear that answer. A man like him would definitely not refuse.  

"Of course, I agree." Dominic lifted his chin slightly, his lips curling mischievously. "Last night, you satisfied me to the point of addiction."  

Selena smiled triumphantly.  

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around Dominic's neck, then, without warning, she pressed her lips to his.

Dominic returned the kiss without hesitation, his hands moving to Selena's waist, pulling her closer.  

After a few seconds, Selena pulled away first.  

She looked up at Dominic with a meaningful gaze, then wiped her wet lips with a finger.  

"If Uncle needs warmth..." she whispered, her voice seductive, "don't forget to call me, okay?"  

Dominic gave her a dangerous look, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips.  

Selena turned and walked away, leaving the man alone in the room.  

Dominic could only stare at her disappearing back behind the door, his smile growing wider.  

"That woman is really interesting. But why is she suddenly asking for a deal? Wasn't she angry this morning when she refused my money?"