Craving My Best Friend's Dad

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Lola’s POV

No matter how I fought to get out of his grip, my strength was no match for his. I would agree that I brought it upon myself. If I hadn't gone to see Aniston's father who turned me down, making it difficult for me to execute my plan, I would be crying under one of those men by now.

I had thought I'd be able to seduce him and then use the opportunity to demand for his help to pay up the rent so I wouldn't go to the club…and now that I even showed up, I aimed to watch the bad girls here and grab how they do it, not even for those old men Nick had wanted to bring me to.

He pushed me into a certain room and I slammed my arm on the wall forcefully. A scream tore through my lips. I felt as though I had sprained my muscle, but he didn't even care and began hitting me while I staggered around.

“You're a misfortune,” he muttered and kicked my leg. “I could have gotten enough money tonight.”

Just then, the door burst open and two stoutly built men dragged their feet towards us.

Nick stopped, his hand hung in the air. He casually turned to the men like he was the one they came for, and then he pointed his fingers at me, “How much for this b***h? What is her worth?”

My eyes grew large. So he meant to sell me off? Is he even a human?

“We can't tell now…” one of them said, staring at me like he was weighing what it could cost. “We'll take her with us first.”

Nick adjusted to the side.

I looked around, in search of an escape route, but none. Before I knew it, those men grabbed me by my arms, but I quickly flung my arm and kicked one of them in his groin.

He staggered backwards, grimacing at me.

My breath hitched with panic. I bit the other man who tried to hold me, only for a hit to land on the base of my neck. Dizziness struck me hard and my limbs gave out.

……

I didn't know how long I was unconscious, but I woke up to the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. Slowly, I opened my eyes, only to see myself seated before a long-standing mirror.

My jaw gaped and I clutched my chest with both hands, staring back at my reflection through the mirror. I had heavy makeup on, one I hadn't ever thought of putting on. My dress had been changed, and it looked sexier like I was some prostitute.

I sprang to my feet, only to hear Nick's voice from behind…

“You had better stay there until your buyer shows up. I can't wait to take the money and leave here.”

What? I was already sold?

I looked at myself, feeling so disgusted. “Nick?!”

“Get your fùcking ass on that seat!!!” he yelled, pointing at the chair facing the mirror.

I was just short of words.

At the door stood two men as if they were guiding the room, and there were other men with Nick too, more like his fellow gang members.

“You are worth something. It's going to be huge enough and I'm going to forgive you because of that.”

Forgive me? For what exactly?

My bad! Forgive me for being an hour late to the club…I guessed.

But to think of it, how didn't I know that such a hot dress would look on me? The fabric wrapped around me, so fitting as if the dress was made specially for me.

And the makeup? Despite it being heavy, I adored wearing it.

Maybe, if I become a bad girl and always dress up like this for Doctor Vincent, he could unleash his demon towards me and stop holding back.

I had that feeling he doesn't do decent women, and is probably staying back because he thinks I'm too decent for him.

Still, there was no way I was dressed in such a way just so I could generate Nick and his father money. That fùcking man who bought me could make me bleed to death tonight.

I said no more words to Nick, because it could be a waste of saliva. Rather, I was trying to come up with what I would do after the man took me away. I can't stay with a man, spreading my legs for him for three fùcking days whereas I was bruised and he had also hit me constantly again and again.

I tried to recall the several self-defence techniques that had been taught to us at school and how I could manage them this time, but the doorbell rang and the men at the doorpost adjusted.

Was it the buyer? I was going to leave without even seeing what the bad girls in the club do.

As the door opened, I turned to see who this man was.

He was way younger than I imagined the buyer to be, and somehow, he had that familiar aura around him like we'd met sometime ago.

I didn't dwell on my thoughts but moved my feet deeper into the room, my palms sweating continuously despite how many times I had wiped them.

Nick got to his feet and crushed his cigarette on the floor immediately. “Mr.” A tiny smug appeared at the corner of his lips. “You must be the buyer I had been waiting for.”

The young man glanced at me, then back at Nick. He pulled out a rectangular piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him. “That's the check!”

I looked at the man and our eyes locked. My chest tightened. “Nick…”

“Shhh!” He gestured and slid the paper into his pocket. “Why not check your product?” He referred to the man, giving me a sinister smile.

My nose wrinkled.

I pulled down my eyebrows, glaring at my stepbrother while the buyer approached me. After taking a good look at me, he whispered, “Please follow me…”

Please? What buyer pleads with their commodity? Was he trying to act cool so I'd think he's nice, or is that the real him?

It was already shocking to see a young man doing this, whereas it was known to be done by old geezers, and now he was acting nice?

Before I exited the room with the man, I made sure Nick saw how I felt with the sort of look I threw at him. I may be weak to him now, but someday, I'm going to rip off his p***s and watch him groan in pain.

I followed the man out of the building, and as we left, I saw so many things that made my belly churn.

Ladies fùcking themselves, and others giving blowjobs to men.

There were also men drinking, smoking and gambling at the corner.

Seeing the way those ladies dressed, I was no different from them, except that I hadn't done all those things they were doing…and I wished to be so dirty like them, maybe that's when Mr. Vincent would understand what I felt for him.

“Could you please, hasten up your steps?” The man said to me, a few feet away from me.

I lowered my head and did as told until we entered the compound. I began looking around to see if there could be a way for me to escape from him, because I felt like no one would believe I wasn't doing this at my own will with how I dressed.

Upon seeing there was no option to escape except through the main gate, I decided to think of other alternatives when we reached his home…but it dawned on me that he could vent his anger on Nick, and I'd bear the consequences too.

This time, I might not survive his violence.

He opened the door and gestured for me to get in.

I stared at him like I searched for something on his face, and then I forced up a smile. “I hope you're going to treat me like a bad girl. I'd like to taste what it means to be handled roughly by a man…”

The courage I summoned was something I thought I had lost in there, but this man wasn't even looking at me.

I followed the direction of his eyes into the car only to come face to face with one man I wasn't expecting.

He stared at me, his fingers tapping on his thighs. His expression was unreadable.

My eyes bulged. My breath caught in my throat.

This can't be happening. How come?

“Mr. Vincent?!” The name left my lips before I knew it. “What…how…when…” I stuttered and bit my lower lip, shame lurked around me like smoke.

Did he find out about my background? That can't happen…