Chapter Five

MARIA

The memory surged back to his words, the way he leaned closer to me as he spoke, the way he held me and how good I had felt.

And suddenly the room felt smaller as realization set in.

I had done all that with my father's best friend.

I had slept with my father's best friend.

This is why I was always careful. Just one night of carelessness and look what happened.

"Petyr here was just telling me about his latest project. The man is a genius…" My father continued but I was barely listening.

I wondered if my dad could feel the sudden tension.

"Maria, could you get a drink for us?" My dad said " whiskey for me, and Petyr, what will you have?"

Petyr. That was his name.

"Same," Petyr said, his gaze still on me.

I nodded and turned towards the kitchen. The moment I was out of sight, my mind spiraled.

How could it be? Was I so full of bad luck? First, Franklin and now this? I had had enough for one year at this point.

Did he know who I was last night?

And if he knew, what would that mean?

Oh my god.

I grabbed the whiskey bottle from the cabinet. My hands trembled slightly as I set two glasses on a tray.

Back in the sitting room, I approached the lounge chair where my father and Petyr sat.

I leaned over to pour the whiskey, for my father first and then for Petyr. My hands shook and the bottle tilted too far.

The liquid spilled onto the table.

"Maria." My father chuckled, shaking his head. "You all right, darling?"

My eyes flicked to Petyr and sure enough he was staring. There was a small smile playing on his lips.

I went red in the face from embarrassment.

"why don't you go rest? We'll take it from here."

It was such a relief to finally be out of Peter's stare.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it. My emotions were a mess - shock, guilt and an unwelcome flicker of desire.

Slowly I took off my clothes and underwear and changed into a flimsy sheer red nightdress.

I sank into my soft mattress, willing my mind to settle but to no avail.

I'd been so reckless last night. I wonder what I must have said to him.

I bit my lip as I remembered how he had said my middle name "Sirena" over and over again. How he had begged, yearned for me. Just the way I wanted.

But Petyr was my father's best friend. The thought made my stomach lurch.

What if my parents found out? What would they say?

These thoughts lingered until exhaustion overtook me.

….

I jolted awake, my heart pounding as the ring of my cellphone sliced through the silence.

I reached out and took it from the night stand. Franklin's name flashed across the screen and I rolled my eyes.

I squinted at the time, 1:45 am. Why was he calling so late?

I let the phone ring until it finally fell silent. Whatever he was calling for could wait. I didn't care.

It was probably about my things. I had not gone to take them yet.

Either way, calling me now was useless. I definitely wasn't going to pick them by this time.

However, I made a mental note to send someone to get it for me. There was no way I was going back there to face him again.

Thirsty, I swung my legs off the bed and stood. I padded downstairs to the kitchen, the wooden stairs cold under my bare feet.

The kitchen was quiet, only the faint hum of the refrigerator could be heard.

I opened the fridge door and the cool air hit my skin.

I scanned the shelves and picked out a box of orange juice.

I thought about getting a glass but I was too thirsty and lazy to reach up to the high cabinet so I drank straight from the carton.

I froze mid sip as a soft creak sounded behind me.

I turned to find the one person I didn't want to see.

PETYR

I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the noise - a door opening.

I sat up quickly, alert.

I had not been able to get her off my mind since I laid my eyes on her and I was disappointed when her father asked her to go to her room.

Sirena.

Maria.

I listened carefully for another sound but none came. I decided to go to the kitchen and grab a drink to calm me down.

I was sure Duke wouldn't mind me walking around his house. We were best friends anyway and I was definitely not going to rob him.

Grabbing my phone, I got off the bed and headed to the kitchen.

And there she was.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, drinking orange juice straight from the carton.

An angel.

I looked at her hair, remembering how soft it had felt in my hands as she choked on my cock.

Fuck, I cursed under my breath.

My eyes travelled from her head, down to her heavenly body. Though her back was turned to me, I could still see the sides of her breasts.

Her gown was sheer and she had no underwear on.

I could see her ass through the material. So round, so soft, so beautiful. I could feel myself getting hard.

I don't know what I was expecting when Duke called me but this…she was way better than anything I had in mind.

Her beauty was out of this world, so mesmerising that I had successfully put thoughts of Cienna behind me.

I chuckled within me and leaned on the door, still taking in the beauty before me. The door creaked from the impact.

She turned around abruptly, fear and surprise in her eyes. I watched it fade into anger once she recognised me.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed. Her hands went up to conceal her barely covered nipples.

"It's literally midnight. What are you still doing here?"

I chuckled at her attempt to intimidate me with her tone.

Maybe I had let her be in charge last night but I was and would always be the one in charge.

I moved around the kitchen island and closer to her.

"You see, your father invited me to spend the night." I said, in a low tone. I stood in front of her, only a few steps away from her.

"Why?"

"It rained. It rained so hard. So he asked me to stay."

"Just like that? Why? You came with a car so why couldn't you leave under the rain." She asked, eyeing me. "You know what, whatever. So, he let you spend the night and now you think you can just move around however you like."

"I heard a noise and I came to check."

With her breasts so close to me, it was taking a lot to keep my focus on her face. More than once, my eyes had wandered and I knew she had noticed.

"Well, You've seen what it is now. You can go back to your room."

She turned and picked out three plates containing fruits from the refrigerator. I couldn't hold myself anymore so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed myself into her back.

Her warm body against mine was doing things to me. I brought my nose to her shoulders and inhaled her scent.

She tried to wiggle free but I held her in place with one arm while the other hand moved round her body.

I squeezed her one breast and then the other, lust taking complete control over me.

"Leave me alone." she said in a high whisper and pushed herself away from me, still clutching the plates.

But I could see the need in her eyes. I could see she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

"What are you doing? Anyone could walk in. Do you know what would happen if my parents see us like this?"

"They will if you keep talking."

She looked at me like I had gone crazy.

"You know, I didn't think I'd see you again after all that happened last night and you know I…"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Surely you have a bit of a memory of it, my good girl." I said, amused.

She went red in the face from embarrassment.

"I'd like to hear you call me daddy again, Sirena." I pulled closer to her again, using my finger to lift her face.

She inched closer to me like she was about to kiss me, then she stopped. "I said I have no idea of what you're talking about. And you better shut up about it. I could be a killer as much as I could be a slut."

She gave me one final look and walked away, leaving me hanging onto her scent.

Did she just threaten me? I chuckled.

She was something and I was here for it.