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 look to Claire and mutter.
“Excuse me.”
“Where are you off to?” She bristles.
“I need to speak with your father,” I tell her.
She utters a laugh. “Let me go with you.”
Before I could stop her, Claire already started towing behind me. Oliver whispers a smile at the sight of us.
“Claire seems to love your company a lot.” He utters. I shrug a shoulder but the woman behind me already thrust herself into the conversation.
I inwardly roll my eyes. She’s getting uncontrollable.
“Yes, Dad. Mr. Truman is a very awesome company.” She slings her arm into mine and crosses our fingers together.
Oliver watches us and then looks up at me. “I see. That’s great news, Claire.”
I swiftly change the subject to the proposal I’ve been pitching to the old man.
“The shell company has so much potential, Mr. Truman. It’ll take a huge time for me to give it up.” The old man says.
I bite my tongue in blatant frustration. What exactly does he want? I’ll seriously give billions to own that company.
While I’m still trying to gather some more convincing words, someone calls out to Oliver.
“Dad.”
The feminine voice pauses and all four of us whirl around and see the lady in a green slip dress with a ponytail watching us.
She looks just like her father.
“Constance, get over here.” There’s a note of joy in his voice as the girl walks over to him and hugs him tightly.
Then she stares at us and offers a grin.
I decided to give them space, yet Claire clung to me like a magnet. Gosh, I hate clingy women and this one here is making it super difficult.
While I’m intent on strutting across the crowded hall, my cell phone rings. I get it out quickly and see Andrei’s name on the screen.
“If you don’t mind, it’s a business call,” I tell Claire so I can get some moments alone. I regally walk outside and swipe my receiver when I emerge outside.
The cool breeze of the night hums in my ears and kisses my face and hands as I’m wearing a jacket.
“Andrei…what’s wrong?”
Usually, Andrei doesn’t call me for anything other than matters concerning Vera and knowing that my ears perk up, eager to hear the news.
“She threw a party. Did you permit it?” He asks.
I’m thrown off guard at his words. I scrunch the skin of my forehead as I ask. “What party?”
“Slumber party.” He reveals.
The harsh intake of breath makes my lungs expand. “Shit!” I fist my free hand. “You mean to tell me there are fuckers in my house now?”
Andrei takes a moment to say, “Yes. About twenty of them.”
“Dang it! Where is Kid?”
Despite all this, I’m mostly concerned about what she’s doing and what she’s wearing.
“Walking back to the poolside. That’s where they’re.”
“Poolside?”
Images of the kinds of fabrics she’ll be wearing fill my mind. What is she wearing now? I wonder.
“Send me a picture. I need to see.” I command.
Andrei cut the call and I wait, my chest expanding as I breathe harsh breath. If she’s with someone, I can’t promise what I’ll do.
I can’t believe she organized that without my permission. What is her problem?
I pace the space I’m in with tension. I grit my teeth. Sometimes I run my hand through my hair as I wait.
When my phone beep, my fingers hurtle over the screen it almost break and I click on the message.
I pin my eyes on it and Vera’s images fill the screen.
Without warning, my cock stands erect seeing the g-string she’s wearing. Her creamy ass bounces as she walks around.
I take in the size of her booty and instantly start fantasizing how good it’ll fit in my palms. It’s going to be a mind blowing one.
It’s seems Andrei couldn’t get a front view picture but looking at the backside alone, I already know what the front side will look like.
It’ll look like sin personified. Sex personified and….
“Andrei?” I rush out when I see his call again.
“Did you see it?” he asks.
Through gritted teeth, I bite out. “Fucking yes.”
“There’s one more thing.”
“Which is?” I ask impatiently.
“She’s with a man.”
My breath seizes at his words. I feel something raw sizzle through me. Something that’s borderline anger and jealousy.
“Shit…if I kill someone’s son tonight…don’t blame me.” I babble.
“Boss, just get yourself in check.” He advises but my feet are already moving before his words penetrate the fog in my mind.
I urge my driver to get me the fuck away and he starts the car in earnest and drives out. We’re practically jumping in the car not driving given the speed my driver drives in.
I tighten my teeth together, wanting to control my anger but it’s not entirely working.
Claire calls me about five times but I don’t respond. I only want to get to Vera, pull her away from anybody and to myself.
In record time, we arrive at the mansion. I hurry away from the car and hasten my way into the house
so I can appear in the backyard.
Outside, I see Andrei sneaking a peek, his head shaking as if something’s wrong. That makes me run to get closer and once I do, I see the sin going on in my gazebo and pool.
Everyone there is making out. Pussies against pussies. Dicks against dicks. Dicks against pussies. It’s nothing new, I can actually stomach that but you know what I can’t?
It’s seeing Vera stroking a cock that isn’t mine. Jealousy explodes inside me and I ball my fists in rage.
As I try to hightail it towards them, Andrei pulls me to a halt for the briefest second. I glare at him from over my shoulder.
“Don’t get rash. These are high school students with smartphones. If you act out, they might take shots of you and Vera and spread them on the social media. And you know what will happen. They’ll come looking for her.”
I can literally hear the roaring of my heart and breath as I feel these tingles of anger. I steal a look and see the fucked up boy moaning and shaking as Vera gives him a handjob.
My blood surges to my groin as I look and see her creamy ass gleaming under the waters as the string lights connected to the pool slap over her skin.
Such a perfect beauty made perfectly for me, I groan. My cock jerks.
“Thanks…Andrei.” I manage.
Then my feet begin to hurry me forward and toward the sin and sex-filled air. As if she sees me coming, she hunkers low, thrusting her ass in the air, and takes the dick she’s stroking into her mouth.
A long sizzle of anger trickles through me and even at that, I sport a raging hard-on. With a panting breath, I keep moving, eyes arresting every skin of her exposed body.
Finally, I pause behind the guy who’s grinding his hips in my daughter’s mouth, and pull at him.
“The fuck?” He growls, pulling away from Vera to face the cause of his pains but he stops dead at the sight of me.
“Mr. Truman…good…evening.” He stutters, catching the look of evil I whisk his way before cutting it to Vera who’s now standing in the pool, watching me with a hint of victorious
smile.
This is her plan. She wants to rile me up and the good news is, she’s successfully done so.
“Hello, dad.” She unreservedly purrs, getting me hard, getting me mad.
It’s her fucked up plan. To have me at her mercy.
“Get out Vera.” I boom. She acts like she’s scared but I know better than to believe that.
She scrambles to obey and then swims out of the water. She skates to my side and I chain her wrists.
To others I say. “You’re all dismissed.”
They all stare at me like I’ve grown two heads and before I know it, murmurs file through the air.
To Vera, I command, my alpha Male vibes surfacing. “Follow me.”
However, Vera hesitates…and bursts out. “You just can’t shatter our party, Dad.”
Fake tears gather at the corner of her eyes but I growl enough for her to hear. “I said, follow me. Now.”
I don’t wait for further tantrums, I yank her wrist and drag her in tow with me.
She’s in for a punishment.
To be continued…