Zevara's POV
I froze, eyes wide open as my chest pounded against my rib cage. Fear—immense fear—consumed me; I have never been that scared in my entire life.
Finally, my friend caught me red-handed with her father.
What would I tell her?
Which excuse would I f*****g give her?
“Oh… Nina, there's nothing going on between your Father and I. I had just come out to get something to eat and accidentally stumbled on him.“
I'm sure, she'll never believe me. No one will. Not when I'm dressed in a polo that barely covered my ass. Not when my peaks are struggling to break free. Not when my c*m is trailing down my thighs and staining the marble floor. Not when her father is crouching down on one knee and about to do….
My gaze shifted between Nina, who now had an unreadable expression on her
