Damn! I Became the CEO's Substitute Girlfriend

Susan Miller and Tayler Jones had known each other since they were children, from the moment her parents took care of him, after his own parents committed suicide and lost all their fortune. Even though everyone thought they were like siblings, Susan and Tayler never saw each other that way. Ever since Tayler came into the picture as a teenager, there was this magical connection between them that turned into attraction over the years. When their parents caught on, they decided it would be cool for their daughter to date their best friends' son. They had practically raised him and turned him into a decent guy. When Susan learned that her parents were totally okay with it, she made a bold move. She decided that on her eighteenth birthday, she'd go all in with Tayler. "What could possibly go wrong?" So, everything was set for that night. After the bash at this super fancy hotel hall, Susan and Tayler would rendezvous in a suite. On the big night, Susan picked out her best dress, got her hair done by a makeup artist. She was a gorgeous young woman, not to mention wealthy. When she was all set, she walked out of her room, took a deep breath as she eyed Tayler's room door. Her stomach did a flip just thinking about what was going down in a few hours. With her high heels clicking on the stairs, she made her way down where the chauffeur was waiting to take her to the party. Her parents had already gotten there. Shortly after, she arrived, and Tayler himself welcomed her. He helped her out of the car, looking at her with bright eyes and dilated pupils. "I'll be waiting for you in room 363," he whispered huskily in her ear. "When the party wraps up around one in the morning, I'll be there." Susan nodded, biting her lip. "I'll be there, wouldn't miss it for the world." She smiled shyly and walked into the hall, arm in arm with him. The lights dimmed, a spotlight on the beautiful girl. Applause erupted as her father kicked off the dance with her. Everything was going smoothly. Susan's friends laughed, danced, and handed her whiskey. "No more," she requested, feeling a bit dizzy. "Gotta stay clear-headed tonight." She moistened her lips. "Lucky you," one friend said. "Tayler is so..." She sighed. "And soon he'll be all mine," Susan declared, triumphantly taking another gulp. Then she spotted him from a distance. He nodded; she nodded back. The moment had come. **** In another posh hall of that fancy hotel, Franco Rossi, an Italian through and through, shared an emotional evening with his girlfriend, Sarah. Sarah felt pleased; Franco had spared no expense, as usual. He had booked the hall for a private dinner. Romantic decorations, dim lights, candles on the table, and the scent of roses set the perfect mood. That night, Franco looked at her with a special sparkle. He smiled, caressed her hand, and Sarah noticed him fiddling with his fingers. She wondered what surprise he had up his sleeve. Suddenly, the soft notes of an electric guitar played through the speakers: Michael Bolton's "When a Man Loves a Woman." Franco took a sip of whiskey, stood up, approached Sarah's chair, and knelt down on one knee. He pulled out a velvet case from his Versace jacket, took her hand, and looked into her eyes with a triumphant expression. "Marry me," he proposed. Sarah opened her wide brown eyes, bringing her free hand to her chest. Her heart raced, but she remained silent. Franco furrowed his brow. The triumphant look turned into confusion. "What's wrong?" he asked, hoarse. "I can't, won't accept," Sarah said without hesitation, grabbed her purse, and bolted out of the hall. **** Susan impatiently watched the clock. When she saw there were five minutes until one o'clock, she tried to leave the hall. Two friends pulled her onto the dance floor, making her dance while offering drinks. Finally free, she nearly stumbled out of the hall. Fresh air was supposed to help, but it made things worse. Wandering through the hotel corridors, her vision blurry, she checked the suite numbers. Remembering Tayler's room, she leaned against the wall and knocked. Susan, struggling to distinguish people, faced a strong masculine presence as the door swung open. "I'm here now," he whispered, arm in the doorway and hand on his waist. His foot gave way, almost stumbling, but firm hands held her waist. Beautiful green eyes watched her, captivated. "I'll give you what you've dreamed of!" she murmured, clinging to his neck. Under the influence, she abandoned her shyness and passionately kissed the man. Surprised by the unexpected kiss, he noticed her inexperience. He grabbed her by the nape, fingers in her thick hair, and with full lips, he opened Susan's, introducing his warm tongue again and again, savoring the champagne aroma. And when they finally had to catch their breath, she, still swaying a bit, stepped back, letting the man take in her full glory. The dude's eyes widened. This girl was pretty darn young, judging by her sweet face, but damn, her curves were on point. That fiery red dress made her look devilishly sensual, especially with that neckline that practically dared him to run his tongue along it. "You're stunning," he whispered, with that husky, thick, sexy voice. Susan felt her stomach do a somersault. She awkwardly tried to unzip her dress, arms doing some weird dance. Seeing her struggle, the guy sauntered over, still checking her out. He got closer, surrounding her with his warmth and the scent of wood and leather oozing from his skin. Smoothly, he unzipped her dress. Susan's chest was heaving. She locked her sky-blue eyes on him. "You're a total hunk. I'm totally into you," she murmured, putting her hand on his chest, giving him a little rub. "You're so strong." She bit her lip. The dude eyed her closely, taken aback. This young girl was playing innocent and driving him nuts. Then she backed up and let the dress drop to the floor. "You're one perfect gal," he whispered, looking her up and down. The girl had tan skin, long, shapely legs, strong thighs, a flat stomach, perfect and firm breasts, all covered in some exquisite black lingerie. Her hips were poppin'. Beautiful face, with luscious, sensual lips, a well-shaped nose, cascading brown waves down her back – an irresistible temptation. And tonight, he wasn't missing out. He wasted no time, getting close, putting his strong hands on her waist, pulling her in, and attacking her lips with kisses that left Susan breathless and practically losing her mind. In no time, she only felt his strong arms scoop her up and carry her to the bed, surrounded by his warmth and his lips locking onto hers, sending tingles down her spine and making her burn in her core. Her underwear was getting damp. The lips of this expert dude wandered all over her body, stripping off the few things covering her nakedness. Then she watched as he straightened up, starting to undress himself. The dude's body was like a masterpiece from ancient Greece. Susan fixed her gaze on his crotch, closing her legs, feeling her stomach tighten. She trembled as he covered her again, kissing her repeatedly. She responded to each touch, her hands moving up and down his firm back, closing her eyes, tensing up when his finger caressed her moist area. She moaned with a hint of pain as he went deeper, gripping her wrist, feeling her tension. He eased off the pressure when she relaxed again, continuing his mission. Susan realized her skin was on fire, with zero experience in this department, she instinctively started moving her hips, and the pleasure she felt was next level. "That's it, babe," he whispered, watching her with desire-filled eyes. He kissed her again, pausing for a bit, grabbed some protection from her nightstand, and without breaking eye contact, he dove into her with a single thrust. Susan screamed in pain, staying still, tears streaming down her cheeks. He stopped, shocked, eyes wide open. "I'm sorry, I thought..." He kicked himself for his clumsiness. "Did I hurt you?" he whispered, super close to her lips. Susan took a deep breath, watching him moved. "I think I'm okay, maybe just need to get used to the size," she bit her lip. He flashed a smile, kissed her eyelashes, then the tip of her nose, and once again went all in with those passionate lip locks. When she started moving her hips, she knew the discomfort had passed. His moves were gentle at first, letting her get used to him. Hands caressing, mouth going from Susan's lips to her neck, and so on. Sweaty bodies merged into one, a wave of heat washing over them. Susan moaned and gasped, writhing in pleasure beneath him. The dude picked up the pace, and she felt that fire building up in her belly, spreading to her intimate area. A few minutes later, she tensed up and shouted Tayler's name as she reached her c****x. A couple of minutes later, he grabbed her hips, thrusting into her until he reached the much-awaited release. He grunted in relief into her ear. **** The next day, Susan woke up to the first rays of sunlight, her face dazzled. She furrowed her brow, covering her face with the sheet, and suddenly, her phone started ringing somewhere in the room. She opened her eyes, grabbed her head as everything spun around her, and as she tried to get up, she got tangled in the sheet and fell onto the carpet. "Ouch!" she groaned, rubbing her knee. On top of a chair, she spotted her bag and crawled towards it to retrieve her phone. "Why didn't you show up for our date?" Tayler roared on the other end of the line. Susan blinked repeatedly, putting her hand on her chest. She looked at herself and realized she was completely n***d. Susan blinked repeatedly, putting her hand on her chest. She looked at herself and realized she was completely n***d. "What are you playing at?" she asked with a trembling voice. "I'm in the suite," she stammered. "Don't lie!" Tayler shouted. "I'm in the suite. Who did you sleep with?" he thundered. Thick tears ran down Susan's cheeks. "Tayler... I..." The call was hung up. "Oh God!" Susan whimpered, hugging her legs and sobbing. "What did I do last night?" she wondered. Then some vague memories came to her mind, and she opened her eyes wide, stood up, and found a card on the bedside table, along with a few dollars. "Thank you for your services, the night was fascinating. Franco Rossi," she whispered with a trembling voice, letting her body fall onto the bed, and she began to cry. "Did he mistake me for a p********e?" she sobbed harder. "And now, how am I going to face Tayler and my parents?"