Olivia
I was shocked.
My father just asked me to move in with him.
It made me confuse. I understood he wanted to start over, but why right now?
“I don’t want anything from Blake. I only want to atone my mistake that I did in the past. I want to show you that I can be a father, your father,” he said and he laughed nervously. “It’s so unfair that Blake had witnessed how much you have grown. I never told this to anyone, not even Blake, Chloe, even Cindy. I always wanted a daughter if I have a family of my own one day. And Chloe gave me that. She gave me…you.”
I was unable to say anything. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if it would be best for me to with him or not.
Mr. Graham, I mean, my father held my hand as we looked at each other. “You don’t need to answer me now. You can think about it.” There was something else I needed to know.
“Have you asked Blake before?”
“I have. He said it all depends on you, not him.” His answer hit me hard. I remembered Blake said he won’t let me go away with him or anyone. “He didn’t approve at first but in the end, he said I should ask you myself. It might be awkward between us at first but I promised I will do my best for you. Maybe by visiting your school festival.”
And if I chose to move in with him, I won’t be seeing Blake anymore.
No.
I didn’t want that.
“I assure you there will be no coercion about my offer. If you think that you are safer with Blake, I will accept that.” Safer? Was I still safe with Blake? I guessed not, not after what happened. Not after he touched me. “What do you think of him?”
“Blake is…nice but cold. He’s not really open but he always tried his best for me.”
“Well, he is a great man since I know him from college. You’re lucky to have him as your stepfather. He saved you from your mother’s relatives.”
“You know them?”
“I do. They are not pleasant people, just like mine. Inside their head is always money and fame. I was sick with those and I realized that I gained nothing with them. Just material but something inside of me remained empty. I envied Blake and his family. I still remembered when the first time I came to visit his family, they were so warm and never had any hidden motives when they meet me. They obviously knew about me but they never asked anything besides become their son’s friend. Maybe they aware as well of how cold and distant Blake is.”
“Blake hasn’t introduced me to them,” I told him and he looked at me very surprised.
“That was…shocking. But I guess they aware of you.”
“He never told me anything about his family, including Cindy. That’s why I was shocked when I learned Blake had a sister. It took me a long way for him to tell me why he adopted me, how he knew my mother, and everything else.”
“The guy never changed,” he murmured and he turned his attention back to me. He nervously touched my head and patted it. “You don’t need to worry about it. Sometimes Blake needs a little push to do or admit something.” This time, I couldn’t contain the chuckle. My father indeed knew Blake well.
“I have to agree with you,” I said and we smiled at each other. I had to admit when he was smiling, he looked like a nice guy.
“Oh.” He averted his gaze behind me. My eyes followed and I saw Blake was standing by leaning his back on the tree near us with Cindy next to him. His eyes never left me and my face suddenly warmed up. That was how he looked at me when I was away from him.
I didn’t want to be separated from him. I wanted to stay with him but something inside me was holding me to say that to my father.
“I think it’s time already. I should return you to Blake for now,” he said and then he stood. He gave his hand to me. I looked at it first and then at him. I shyly accepted his invitation and he led me back to Blake while holding hands.
See? I didn’t feel a thing to him. Of course, I won’t. This guy is my father, for God’s sake!
Yet with Blake, I…
I looked to where Blake was and with my father holding my hand like this, it felt like we were on the isle. My father was walking me down to Blake. God, stop it, Olivia! I don’t feel anything to him.
Blake was my stepfather and that would never change.
Once we were close enough, Blake walked towards us. “Are you finished?” he asked coldly to my father.
“Yes.”
“Good. Can you let her go now?” Blake sounded more like ordering rather than requesting.
My father slowly loosened his grip on my hand. We were looking at each other for a few seconds until Blake stood next to me. I could sense his glare on my father. He retreated and went back to Cindy.
Blake gripped my hand and pulled me back to the store. “It’s her decision, Blake!” Cindy shouted. She knew what my father wanted to talk about with me. Blake kept walking and escorted me back to his Aston.
After he made sure I was inside his car, he went behind his wheels and drove away. He didn’t say anything and we were in the car without saying anything. He didn’t even ask me what happened. Well, Cindy might have told him but I was hoping he would still ask me.
Blake drove us back to the hotel and after he parked the car, none of us attempted to walk out. But maybe I could ask him something that I was desperately wanted to ask.
“Was that your intention bringing me there?” No answer from him. Silently replying to me that was true, that was his intention. “Have you become his buddy again?” I asked sarcastically.
Blake smirked, mockingly. “That is not going to happen.”
“You were the one who said that you don’t want me to be with him or even anyone. What makes you change your mind?” Again, no answer. The silent fucking treatment. Not this time, Mister. “Is it because you touched me? Can I ask you to not think about it again? Like you said before, it’s because you haven’t touched someone for a very long time and you snapped.” Blake didn’t say anything, like at all.
I had enough of this. Without saying anything, I jumped out of the car and headed inside. Leaving Blake behind although I could hear him stepping out of his damn Aston and followed me.
I pressed the elevator and immediately walked in once the door was opened. Blake suddenly slid in, surprising me. The door closed and he went to face me, looking rather irritated. He cornered me as I began to panic. “What are you doing?”
“You’re making me crazy, little girl. You are supposed to be my daughter but the more you grew up, it’s hard for me to resist you.”
“Resist me? What are you talking about?”
“I fucking had enough. I can’t do it anymore. Some part of me is telling me that you are my daughter but some part of me that I desperately refuse to listen…have been telling me that you are only my daughter by paper, not by blood.” His eyes changed drastically and dangerously when he said that. It was the same gaze he gave when he was so turned on.
He put both of his hands on my cheeks, closing the gap between us as I could feel his breath on me. “I’m not supposed to feel like this,” he stated again and before I could adjust his words into my head, he pressed his lips onto me. A sweet kiss first but then changed into a demanding kiss. Forcefully pushing his tongue inside my mouth.
I let him and unknowingly wrapping my arms around his neck. It was clear that I wanted this. My body understood my need. My need for him.
Blake pulled himself from me. “Do you know how much you make me so fucking crazy?” he asked and by the time the elevator reached our floor. He pulled me out and headed to our room. He unlocked it with the card key and burst in together.
Once I was inside, he attacked me again by kissing me. Trapping my smaller body into the nearest wall. Pinning my hands as he devoured my mouth. I moaned between our kisses. “Blake,” I whispered his name when he pulled himself away to catch some air. I could see from his eyes that he wanted this. Desperately needed this.
“It’s painful. Holding myself, it was fucking painful. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, Blake. I need you too. I begin to…feel weird ever since you became so distant from me. It pains me when I remember it.”
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head. I might…began to understand why.
“Can you kiss me again? And let my hands go?” Blake slowly ungripped his tight hold on my wrists and he kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck again. He moved lower to my neck. Kissing and sucking the skin.
I wanted this.
Blake wanted this.
We wanted this.
“Take me to bed, Blake. Please.”
He withdrew from me and looked at me. Looking so surprised by my sudden request. “Olivia, you’re not ready yet and you’re still underage.” I knew that. But I couldn’t stop it. This desire. My need over him. I couldn’t.
I touched his cheek and looked straight into his eyes. “Please.” I could see his resolve dissolving.
He groaned slightly. “Ah, fuck it!” He immediately picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Gently putting me down to the mattress, leaving him still standing. He slowly took off his polo shirt, showing me his perfect body. A body…made for sin.
He was practically the incarnation of the Greek God and this sexy father of mine was going to make love to me. Tonight. We would be crossing the line together. We would sin together.
Blake moved closer to me and began to kiss me again. “You are mine just for tonight, Olivia,” he declared and pressed his lips back to me. Like that was where it belonged. Without letting go of my mouth, he started to undress me. Leaving me only with my bra and panties.
“Take them off,” I asked.
“I won’t be able to hold myself,” he warned. Yes, he was warning me what about to come. What we were about to do.
“You don’t need to.” I knew what I was doing. Blake always blamed himself. I was not going to let him suffer alone. I held responsible as well.
I was the trigger of his sanity.
“I won’t take responsibility for it.” He pulled me gently, unclipping the bra, and tossed it to the floor. He pushed me away so he could take a better look at my body. “Fuck, your body is fucking beautiful. So perfect…for me.” He moved his face closer to one of my breasts and gently kissing the nipple. Circling his tongue around and sucking it.
I moaned every time he sucked the tiny bud. His other hand was busy pinching the other nipple. It felt good as my body jerked with the sensation.
“Lay down, Olivia.” I did as I was told and he pulled out my panties. “Spread your legs.” I didn’t know why but this was so not Blake. He never did this.
Or maybe this was how Blake acted in bed. A very dominant adult. “Olivia.” His tone sounded dangerous. He didn’t like it if I didn’t obey him. I shyly opened my legs for him. I could hear him smirk. “You’re soaking wet.” He kissed my inner thighs first before he went to my sensitive core.
“Aah!” I moaned in instant.
“Do you like me doing this to you?”
“Y-Yes.”
“You have become a bad girl but I like that.” He sucked my pussy gently. I didn’t care if he said that I had become a bad girl. I was bad because of him and I would continue being bad…just for him.
He shocked me when I felt his finger tried to push inside. I looked down at him and our eyes met. “Relax, Olivia.” And he slowly pushed it in. Rubbing the inside gently with his skillful finger.
I screamed in pleasure. What is this?
I could hear him chuckled darkly. “You love it here,” he stated and his lips were back on my pussy with his finger inside of me. Moving it in and out while his mouth was busy with my pussy.
I could feel myself close. I wanted to come. Until he pulled himself away from me. Pulling his finger out of my pussy, leaving me empty.
“There’s something else I want you to do,” he said. He kneeled and lowered his pants, revealing his big and hardened cock. He grabbed my elbow so I would be sitting down. Blake moved closer so his cock would be close to my face. I raised my face to him, demanding an explanation.
“Suck it.”