Adopted By Daddy

The music pounded against my chest like a second heartbeat, the bass reverberating through my body as I laughed, clinked glasses, and threw back another shot of tequila. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was my night. Months of sleepless nights, endless calls, and insane deadlines had finally paid off. My fashion brand, Izabel Luxe, had hit a major milestone: national recognition. "To Izzy, the queen of the fashion world!" Olivia, my best friend, raised her glass, her sparkling blue eyes reflecting the neon lights of the club. "To Izzy!" everyone cheered in unison, their voices slightly slurred from the countless rounds of drinks. I smiled, my heart swelling with pride as I soaked in the love and energy from my closest friends. The success felt unreal, but the alcohol grounding me in the moment was very real. My phone buzzed against the tabletop, pulling my attention away. I reached for it, my vision swimming slightly as I unlocked the screen. It was a message from my dad. Dad: So proud of you, sweetheart. The whole family is flying out to celebrate with you in two days. We have a surprise for you. Love, Dad. I stared at the text for a moment, my chest tightening. My parents weren’t the kind to throw compliments around lightly, so hearing this from my dad made my victory even sweeter. They were coming in two days, and they had a surprise? My drunken brain didn’t linger on the possibilities for too long, choosing instead to bask in the moment. “Everything okay?” Olivia asked, leaning closer to peer at my phone. “Yeah,” I grinned, waving the phone. “Just my dad. He’s proud of me.” The table erupted in cheers again, a chorus of exaggerated “Awwws” and jokes about how I’d finally made it big enough to get my dad’s attention. I laughed along with them, letting the warmth of the moment envelop me. Another drink. Another laugh. Another dance. The world blurred around me, a kaleidoscope of faces and lights. But amidst the chaos, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every time I glanced up, I thought I saw him—a man dressed in black, standing in the shadows, his eyes locked on me. His gaze felt unnerving, though it was hard to tell if it was real or just my imagination fueled by too much tequila. “Are you okay?” Olivia’s voice brought me back to reality. “Yeah,” I muttered, shaking off the creeping unease. “Just… seeing things, I guess.” I dismissed it, forcing myself to focus on the celebration. Yet, every now and then, I caught glimpses of him. His figure would vanish as soon as I turned to look. By the time the bar announced last call, I was too drunk to care about anything but finding somewhere to crash. My friends were equally wasted, some passed out in the corner booth, others stumbling around in search of their coats. “Just… I’ll handle myself,” I slurred, pulling out my phone to book a nearby hotel. My apartment was too far, and I wasn’t in any state to make it back. Within minutes, I had a reservation secured in the same building as the bar. Easy enough. The hotel lobby was blissfully quiet compared to the chaos of the club. I stumbled to the elevator, my heels clicking against the polished floors as I made my way to my room. All I wanted was to crash into the plush bed and forget the world. But the night had other plans. A sharp knock jolted me awake—or rather, out of my drunken haze—as I fumbled with the keycard to my room. I turned slowly, my vision still slightly blurry. A man stood in the dimly lit hallway, his face obscured by a black scarf and hat. Only his piercing eyes were visible. "Turn off your phone and don’t stay with anyone tonight," he said, his voice low and firm. “What?” I blinked, swaying slightly as I tried to process his words. “Who s… who are you?” Before I could get an answer, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. My boyfriend, Jason, stumbled aimlessly toward us, his tie askew and his eyes glazed over. "Yo Izzy, where are you been? I've missed you!!! " He shouted trying to watch his step He barely noticed the man, mumbling something incoherent as he walked towards us. The stranger stiffened, his eyes narrowing before he turned and bolted down the hallway, disappearing around the corner. “What… what the hell?” I muttered, staring after him. Jason turned to me, blinking slowly. “Who… who was that?” “I don’t know,” I replied, my voice shaky. My heart pounded, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the sudden rush of adrenaline. Jason stumbled closer, his lopsided grin growing wider as he finally reached me. “Izzy, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all night,” he slurred, his words heavy with drink. “Jason,” I said, my voice still shaky as I glanced down the hallway where the man in black had disappeared. “Did you know him?” “Him who?” Jason tilted his head, clearly oblivious to anything but me. I shook my head, dismissing it. Maybe I was imagining things. Alcohol and exhaustion could play tricks on the mind, right? Jason leaned closer, his hands resting clumsily on my hips as he smiled. “You’re so beautiful tonight, you know that? My superstar.” “Jason, stop,” I said, my tone playful but firm as I tried to steady him. “You’re drunk.” “So are you,” he countered with a lazy smirk, inching closer until his lips brushed against my jaw. I couldn’t help but laugh, pushing him back lightly. “Jason, you’re a mess.” “I’m your mess,” he shot back, his hands moving to cup my face as he leaned in again. This time, I let him. His lips were warm and familiar, tasting faintly of whiskey and the peppermint gum he always carried. It was playful at first, our laughter breaking through the kisses as he clumsily tried to deepen it. “Come on, let’s get inside before someone sees us,” I whispered against his lips, tugging him toward the door. “Whatever you say baby,” he teased, his voice low and full of mischief. We stumbled into the room, Jason kicking the door shut behind us as his arms wrapped around my waist. His kisses trailed from my lips to my neck, his hands fumbling to slide my jacket off my shoulders. “Jason!” I giggled, trying to pull away as he nearly tripped over his own feet. “I’m fine,” he insisted, catching himself before pulling me closer again. His lips found mine, more insistent this time, and I gave in, letting him back me up toward the bed. Somehow, between kisses and half-sober laughter, we managed to shed layers of clothing. My heels hit the floor with a thud, his tie ended up draped over a lamp, and his shirt landed somewhere near the TV. His hands travelled down the bare expanse of my body, making my knees weak as he traced my skin with reverent touch. I shuddered when he slipped his hand under my skirt, running his fingers gently over my exposed thigh. He smirked against my mouth when I moaned softly. “Is that what you like?” he chuckled, sliding one finger slowly up towards my hip bone. I nodded quickly, unable to form words. “Oh God.” With a final thrust, I gasped, my entire body trembling beneath him. Jason smirked against my neck, his hand still roaming across my flesh. “It was worth waiting for hours to see that.” He kissed me again. The kiss grew slower as his hand wandered further and further up my thigh, brushing my panties aside. “Can I?” he asked lowly. I nodded, allowing him access to my most sensitive spot. He took his time exploring the area before teasing the tip of my underwear... “Oooh, f**k. Yes, please,” I cried out, my legs trembling as he slid his thumb between my folds. He worked gently and slowly at first, rubbing circles into my damp heat with soft movements. When he pushed two fingers in, I arched into him with a moan, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming out again. At this point, I need to move quickly, I told myself, closing my eyes tightly as I gripped onto his back, desperate to bring him to c****x. My heart pounded, m y breathing labored. And when I felt his f ingers twitch, I knew that we were close. I b it my lower lip harder, fighting to hold back my moans. Suddenly, my whole body seized—and I came undone. "I'm not yet done with you baby girl "