Ravaged By Her Three Billionaire Daddies

Silly mistake

Madison*****

The man I almost f****d last night is right across me, tapping on his screen and paying little or no attention to me all.

It was taking me everything I had not to storm off this building and shut myself away from the embarrassment.

Mr volko took upright in the perfect tuxedo he had worned, his hair was perfectly styled to the back, the mark on the side of his face was f*****g obvious and that even made him dangerously beautiful.

My dad has gone and I’m left working with this man. My hands gripped tightly to the files as I approached his office.

Mr volko, Miss Maddison… the personal assistant announced.

Send her in.

His voice is deep and authoritative. I take a deep breath and step inside clutching tightly to the files.

He doesn't raise his head and neither does he pay heed to my presence but instead he keeps working on the laptop.

I bit my lower lips, my trembling heart was making it so hard for me to focus.

“I have worked on all the files you asked me to work on and for today's schedule, I think…. The words hooked on my mouth when he finally raised his head as his eyes fell on me.

Dark blue eyes behind the middle aged man old enough to be my father. I held my trembling hands as I finally looked at him but the whole time he just stared at me plainly and not even the slightest reaction from him, or he didn’t recognize me.

I raised my head to look at him and our eyes met again. I force my face down. “I would take my leave now sir” I tell him and without his reply, I start walking out of the office ignoring my pounding heart.

Madison, I heard my name being called behind me and almost all the blood in my body dries off as I stiffen against the hold of the door as I tried to hold myself from collapsing.

I turned and I noticed Mr Volkov standing up from his table looking at me. I try to force myself to say something but instead I shut it when he takes the first steps.

The cold walls of his room reminds of where I was as my heart raced even more, every moment standing there felt like torture but the worst past of it was the sudden wetness I had inbetween my legs, I was soaked by just looking at him.

When I raised my head again, Mr volko was standing right across from me. I bit my lower lips as our eyes ran into the other again. “ You're standing too close…. Mr…..you’re my boss… my fathers best friend… I can’t…. I’m sorry if you think so wrongly…. I trailed off

“Turn around” he commanded.

I baited my lashes twice as I looked at his cold unreadable expression but just like he asked me I slowly turned.

I feel the heat of the man pressing against me as I shut my eyes.

I feel his hands right behind my neck and I feel his breath just underneath my ears as my body vibrates from its impact. The cold metal dropped on my neck and my eyes snapped open in an instant . He placed it tightly on my neck, it was my mothers necklace I inherited.

“You left this yesterday” he says Camly and the chills run down my spine. “ f**k, he knows”

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Aria squeals about us watching gossip girls all over again but my mind was far from it.

It takes me everything to survive today and the only person I knew I could confide in was my best friend but instead when I arrived at her house she tells me she’s having a sleepover at her daddy’s place.

Aria parents had a messy divorce considering the fact that her mom was a fashion designer and her dad was f*****g rich, they seem like the happy couple but her mom cheated on him.

Even though Aria's brother and two elder sisters stayed out of it, Aria made her choice clear, she would do anything to support her dad.

Do you think Nicolas is going to propose soon? She asked me.

I rolled my eyes settling well on her laps as I stuffed popcorn in my mouth “Sometimes I forget that you own a billion dollar company with the way you act and I don’t want to talk about that loser”

He's not a loser, that’s the true love of my life and you know it.

I hummed nothing in reply and looked away.

You wouldn’t understand that s**t, I can’t believe you became like this just because one guy broke your heart, you’ve had more situationships than relationships.

When I don’t reply Aria turns back to the tv.

You told me you had a stressful day at work and wanted to fill me on something, what could that be?

It’s nothing.

Did you fight with your dad?

I don’t reply and Aria totally drops it. It didn’t take long before I noticed the heavy breathing, she was already asleep.

I let out a deep frustrated sign as I moved her sleeping body on the bed and fully tucked her in before turning off her tv.

The image that flashed right in my head next was Knox.

Spending the rest of the day with him was the hardest thing I had to ever do, he never spoke to me again and it was almost as if he was teasing, but I hated the way my body reacted to his touch.

I slipped off the nightie I had worn and wore a swim suit as I walked out of the room and straight to the swimming pool that was just behind the mansion.

The moment I got right in, I jumped into the water and swam for a few seconds before pulling my head out.

I almost knocked myself out when the image of Knox replayed in my heart all over again. The tingling feeling I had around my n*****s made me mad.

I swam across to the edge of the pool and the tension increased in my chest, ignoring my raging heart telling me not to do it, I ran my hands against my molds imagining Knox doing that to me.

My lips part and I let out small breaths as I slipped my fingers inside of me.

“f**k,Knox” I moaned out slowly as I pulled my fingers in and out of me.

The fact that I was being attracted to my best friend's dad didn’t make me feel sick, instead it felt more exciting than ever. I slipped another finger inside of me but the moment I opened my eyes again, I noticed the figure standing by the edge of the building with his gaze fixed on me.

My chest heaved and bounced as I saw the figure fully. That was Mr Richard my best friend dad and he had been watching me f**k myself with my fingers the whole time while I moan another man’s name.

Oh god, I’m f****d.