My Sister-In-Law Turns to Lover

GIA's POV I lit a cigarette and looked at Nathan Silverio, my benefactor and sugar daddy for the last two years. My eyes traveled over his body. For a man his age, he was perfectly toned. Not an ounce of fat on him, and his stomach was rock hard. He had a really nice body, and I would know. Thirty-five to my twenty-three. A big age gap, sure. But that didn't change the fact that he was freaking good in bed. The man had stamina. One round was never enough for him. Leaning back on the sofa, I kept watching the man who had been heating up my nights for two years. We'd just finished having s*x, and it had been a f*****g wild night. Every position, every corner of our hotel room. The bed, the couch, even the shower. There wasn't a spot in that room we hadn't used. Once his slacks were on, Nathan turned to me. His deep brown eyes were cold and empty. Nothing new there. He was always cold to me, especially after s*x. The only time he ran hot was when he was taking me. "Let's end this, Gia." He said it while putting on his polo, his eyes locked on mine. I studied his handsome face—the sharp nose I used to trace with my fingers, the smooth brown skin, the short black hair that was always neat and clean. He still looked good to me. Was he ending our s*x-only arrangement? Looked like it. In two years, it was the first time those words had ever come out of his mouth. I took a drag of my cigarette and said nothing. I only stared at him. At those deep brown eyes I'd been looking into for two years. They were so beautiful, even if all they ever gave me was coldness. Well. I guess I'll never see him again. "Sure," I said, and took another drag. "But I need my money, baby." The smoke I blew out drifted all over the hotel room—the same room that had seen all our hot nights together. "Gia," Nathan said firmly. "Stop smoking. You know I can't stand it." I chuckled. Since I didn't want to make him too mad, I put the cigarette out in the ashtray, got up from the sofa, and walked over to him. Slowly, I ran my hand over his broad chest. He flinched under my touch, and I laughed. The want was right there in his eyes. I pressed my chest against him while my hand slid from his chest down to his side. I knew every inch of his body—where he was most sensitive, how to turn him on. My lips found his neck. I kissed and sucked on it for a long time, until a long moan escaped him. Standing on my toes, I whispered in his ear. "You want another round, baby?" I made my voice even more flirty. Without thinking twice, I reached for his manhood. Rock hard again. "I can give you a free ride on your c**k before I leave." "f**k, Gia!" Nathan grabbed both my arms and pushed me away. "We're done!" His grip on my arms tightened. His words were hard and cold, even if I knew his body was heating up again. "When I say it's done, it's done, Gia." I laughed. He really wanted to end it—it was all over his eyes. Not a problem for me. Other than the money he gave me, our relationship was only ever about f*****g each other. I stepped back, took out another cigarette, and lit it. After a while, I faced Nathan again. "I want twenty million, Nathan." He groaned. Clearly, he hadn't expected that number. "Is your p***y that freaking gold?" I smirked at him. "Come on, baby. For two years, I only f****d you. Only you. That was our agreement, wasn't it? You were the only one I was with, and when it ended, you'd give me what I wanted." A growl came from his throat. I ignored the dirty look he threw me. "And yes, baby. My p***y is worth twenty million. Weren't you addicted to it? Mine was the only name you moaned while this p***y was riding your dick." His eyes turned sharp. "f**k you, Gia," he said through gritted teeth. "You know I want you to f**k me, Nathan." He was furious with me. I didn't care. Money was the most important thing to me. It was the whole reason I got myself a sugar daddy and benefactor in the first place. For the money. I needed money. Who doesn't? Nathan pulled out a check, his brows drawn together, his handsome face sour. He came closer and handed it to me, and I took it right away. A wide smile spread across my face at what I saw. Twenty million pesos. I have twenty freaking million pesos. I kissed the check. My precious money. "Who would've thought my p***y was worth millions?" I put out my cigarette again, grabbed my clutch bag, and walked to where Nathan stood. I was wearing a black halter dress that hugged every curve of my body. The same body that drove him crazy. "So, baby. This is our last night, I guess." I tapped the side of his face with the check. His jaw clenched as he stared at me. "What's your plan, Gia?" Laughing, I shrugged. "Oh, I'll find another man. A sugar daddy who can give me more money. Maybe someone even richer than you." I touched his chest. "With a much bigger d**k, I guess." His face darkened even more, but before he could say anything, I rose on my toes to meet his lips. I gave him the kind of kiss he always loved. "Goodbye, Nathan. Thank you for the f*****g two years," I whispered, tapping his cheek. I didn't look back. I walked straight out of the hotel room that had seen all our hot moments. I was already in front of the elevator when my phone pinged. My brow went up at the text from Francheska. I'm getting married in two days. You are invited, Gia. Be my maid of honor. The corner of my lips curved up as I read my sister's message. "Looks like I can stop looking for another prospect," I murmured to myself. Inside the elevator, I smirked. I was going to take back everything Francheska had taken from me.