Chapter 1
Quennie POV
Today is my boyfriend Marvin's birthday. I was on my way to their house, but I stopped by a*****e first to buy a cake. When I arrived at the house, there was absolutely no one around. I wondered why there was no party, considering it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. I looked around the area. To my surprise, the security guard let me in without asking any questions.
As soon as I stepped inside the house, before I could even reach the living room, someone suddenly dragged me into a bedroom. I looked at him. "Who are you?!" I asked angrily.
An older man suddenly tied me up. "You are my slave. Say 'master'," he said, slapping my backside and forcing me to turn around.
"What?!" my eyes widened in shock.
The older man laughed and whipped me near my private area. Why did it feel that way? It was painful yet pleasurable. "Ahhhhh!"
"You like it?" he whispered close to my ear.
I tried my best to push him away. "What are you doing?!" I demanded angrily. "Where's Marvin?"
"Marvin? He's my son. Why are you looking for him?" he asked.
"Because I'm his girlfriend and it's his birthday!" I replied.
"What?! Oh no, I'm sorry!" He quickly untied me. "I thought you were the walker (escort). I'm his Daddy," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.
I could only shake my head in disbelief
I quickly composed myself and fixed my disheveled clothes. I tried my best to calm my racing heart—a mix of shock, anger, and a strange sensation that I was trying hard to deny to myself.
I glared at Marvin's father. Embarrassment and anxiety were written all over his face, terrified that I might tell his son what happened.
"I-I'm really sorry, dear," he stammered, slowly lowering the whip he was holding. "I actually booked an escort for this exact time. I honestly thought it was you because you just walked right in."
"Still!" I snapped, fixing my hair. "Don't you even ask for a name before doing something like that? And where on earth is Marvin?"
Before he could even answer, we heard the front door open and the familiar voice of my boyfriend. "Dad? Is the food you ordered for the party later already here?"
His Daddy and I locked eyes. Terror was visible on the old man's face. If Marvin found out what just happened, it would surely cause a massive scene.
As Marvin started walking towards the direction of the room, I had to make a choice: do I tell him the truth, or do I hide this incident that left me feeling strangely thrilled?
I let out a deep sigh and quickly faced Marvin's Daddy. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. But make sure this never happens again," I whispered hurriedly before Marvin could get any closer.
The old man looked visibly relieved and nodded repeatedly in gratitude.
Just then, the bedroom door opened and Marvin stepped in. His eyes widened when he saw me. "Babe? You're here already! And why are you and Dad together in this room?" he asked, looking back and forth between the two of us.
"Ah, um... Babe!" I forced my voice to sound cheerful even though my knees were still shaking a bit. "I just ran into your Daddy when I came in. We were looking for you. Happy birthday!" I walked over and hugged him tightly to hide my blushing face.
"Yes, son," his Daddy chimed in, obviously still breaking out in a cold sweat. "I was just showing your girlfriend where she could place the cake she brought."
"Oh, really? I thought it was something else," Marvin laughed, while I tried my best to shake off the strange sensation his Daddy's whip had left inside me.
The three of us went to the kitchen to set down the cake I brought. As Marvin walked ahead of us, I felt his Daddy following closely behind me. I flinched slightly when our skin almost brushed against each other in the narrow hallway.
"Thank you so much, dear," the old man whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. "I owe you a huge favor."
I didn't reply, but as I walked, I could still distinctly feel the slight sting on my backside. The pain was slowly giving way to a strange, warm sensation that I couldn't explain. I could only bite my lip to stop myself from letting out a sigh.
"Babe, are you okay? You look a bit flushed," Marvin asked when he turned to face me upon reaching the kitchen.
"Ah, it's just really hot outside, Babe. Plus, this cake turned out to be quite heavy," I lied, carefully placing the box on the table.
"Is that so? Alright, go rest in the living room for a bit while Dad and I set up the food for the party," Marvin said sweetly, kissing me on the cheek.
As I walked towards the living room, I glanced back for a brief second and caught his Daddy looking at me. There was a strange glint in the old man's eyes, as if we now shared a secret that Marvin would never, ever find out.
"What is wrong with you?!" I scolded myself, closing my eyes tightly and shaking my head. "Marvin is your boyfriend, and that's his father! What on earth are you thinking?"
I tried to focus on my phone to distract myself, but I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering back toward the kitchen. From the living room, I could clearly see his Daddy lifting heavy boxes of food. The definition of his arms and his built posture made it look like age hadn't affected him at all. He possessed a natural charisma that would make any woman look twice, whether I wanted to admit it or not.
"Babe, have some juice first," Marvin suddenly appeared with a glass, making me jump in startle.
"A-Ah, thanks, Babe," I replied, quickly taking the glass so he wouldn't notice my hands shaking.
"Are you really okay? You've been looking a bit restless for a while now," Marvin said worriedly as he sat beside me and held my hand.
Just then, his Daddy also stepped out of the kitchen, wiping his sweat with a small towel. His gaze locked onto me, and when he saw Marvin holding my hand, a subtle, meaningful smile played on his lips before he looked away. I felt my face grow even warmer.
