SWEETLY DANGEROUS

Laura's POV I accidentally walked in on my friend’s dad f*****g an unknown woman, and since then, I haven't been able to concentrate in class, the scene replayed in my head; his long, thick d**k thrusting into her p***y like that was exactly where it belonged, her erratic moans, and the slurpy sounds of his hard pounds. “Hey Laura…” Brenda walked over to me, stopping my train of thoughts. She seemed excited as she clutched onto her backpack. “Hey,” I replied. “Party at my place today!” At her place? That means I would see Damian. I haven't seen him since the incident, and I have been feeling nervous about seeing him again. It's been like… three months? Usually I'd have gone to Brenda's place for a thing or two, but I didn't visit like I used to. “Laura?” She called. “Yes.” Damn! I zoned out again. “You're coming aren't you?” I have tried countless times, but saying no to Brenda has always been hard. “I'll try,” I answered. “You must come,” she glared at me in a way that said ‘do not defile my order.’ “Yeah… I will come.” “Better,” she said as we moved forward. She wrapped her hand around mine, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but wonder… Would she still be doing this when she finds out that all I want is to be f****d by her dad? Would she still want to be friends with me? That isn't a question for now though… For now, I have to find out how I'd get to the party, and how to avoid Damian when I get there. We walked into Brenda's car, and she ignited the engine immediately. She chatted all along, but I could have sworn I didn't hear a thing. The car came to a halt at the front of our house, I got down, and she did too. Would you believe that I was thinking about Damian all through the ride, and I was still thinking about him now? That's what he does to me… He makes me a stupid thinker. Brenda opened up the door, and she walked inside first, I followed behind her. “We should get our dresses ready!” She muttered. “Is it a formal party?” “Yes sis, all dad's business partners would be there,” she explained. Oh… I know them. Damian's business partners, all middle aged men who seemed too hot for their age. Damian was exceptional though, I would have thought he was in his middle thirties if he wasn't my best friend's dad. Brenda's hands ran through the wardrobe, tossing clothes on the bed, and looking for the perfect fit. “This would look good on me, right?” She asked as she raised a beautiful black shimmery dress. “Yes it would.” I could not deny that Brenda was sexy as f**k, she definitely got the traits from her dad. Sometimes I wished I was a guy so I could have a taste of her. Her firm round boobs, and her smooth curves always drive me crazy sometimes, but I couldn't do anything about that, I am not a man, neither am I a lesbian, so there is no way for me to f**k my best friend. “Nice, let's find yours,” she scattered the wardrobe further. I didn't bother helping her, I've always left things like this for her to handle. She is an upcoming fashionista, she would surely nail it. “This would look good on you, don't you think?” I didn't bother to take a look at the dress, “That's perfect,” I said. We got to the Steels penthouse in less than three hours, and the venue was already packed. High class women and wealthy men walked around the hall, the chandelier glistened like a full moon light, and faint noises of the classical music faded into the background. “Let's go greet Daddy,” Brenda said. Damian? No! I can't face him. “Sorry sis, I wanna use the washroom,” I lied to her, hoping she would buy it. “I would wait for you.” “No, you can go alone, don't keep daddy waiting.” The way I refer to him doesn't feel right, I wanted to call him by his name, I wanted to… “Okay, don't take too long,” she said, walking away to go see Damian. “I won't,” I replied before she left. I would make sure we do not cross paths today. I just don't know how to face him. I was almost turning back when I bummed into a wall, nope it wasn't a wall. It was a man— a tall, muscular man. He was dressed in a navy blue tuxedo, and his silver hair caught the hall’s light. “I am sorry sir,” I muttered. “Sorry? Can't you watch where you are going?” He raised his voice, a lot louder than necessary. I could tell from his eyes that he'd be a mean person, but I didn't expect him to be so temperamental. “Sir I didn't…” I wanted to speak but he cut me off. “You didn't do that? You didn't think so? Or you didn't see?” How do I get out of this little predicament? He was causing a scene. “Sir… I am very sorry.” “No… You should…” “Are you disturbing my girl?” A cold male voice rang, making the man freeze. My eyes turned to him, and so did the man's. It was Damian, the man I swore to avoid. He gently walked down the stairs with both hands in his pocket, maintaining an unusual level control and iciness. And did he just call me his girl? I know the ‘my girl’ should mean something close to being his daughter, but to me it meant something else. “I am sorry Mr Steels. I didn’t know…” Oh… There goes the bossy man who was bullying me, now he was apologizing to my best friend’s father. “Get the f**k away from here,” Damian said, authority radiating through his voice. The silver haired man bowed, and he quickly dismissed himself. “Did he hurt you?” Damian asked me, I stared right at him, I wanted to speak but I couldn't, I only nodded negatively. That was how intimidating he was, words would always disappear when he looked at me. He took out his phone from his pocket. “Fire Jackson.” That was the only thing he said, and he returned the phone back to his pocket. Did he just fire the silver haired man? Because of me? “You… don't… have to, sir,” I managed to say. He sent me a glare which made my body shiver, and I wished I hadn't released those stupid words. “Come with me.” He muttered. Come with him? To where?