My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 17

Enora:

My eyes fluttered open. My body felt so heavy and weak.

“What?”

I was back in my bed. My shirt had been unbuttoned and a glass of water was placed next to me with some aspirin and a note.

“Take these.”

I read the note, the beautiful cursive handwriting danced in my eyes. It was beautiful and perfect just like the person that wrote it.

I checked my phone. It was five in the morning. My brain was a bit fuzzy. I was trying my best to make out what had happened last night. As I kicked my feet out of the bed, I felt a sharp pain in between my things. My head cleared and last night flooded into my mind, threatening to give me a headache.

I grabbed the aspirin and downed it with the water. I clenched my thighs and wondered how long it would take for the effect to reach down there.

I flopped on the bed. It was early and the sun had barely scratched the horizon. A sigh escaped my lips as I moved my legs and felt the throbbing pain in my pussy. My face flushed a deep pink. He had been so rough with me. Was the sex a punishment? For what I had said earlier?

I pursed my lips together. It wasn’t bad. It was intense and aggressive, so carnal and raw.

A shiver ran down my spine and the colour in my face deepened. That was the most intense dinner/interview I had ever had if it was even right to call it that.

The pain soon began to ease up and I could move my legs a little better. It soon dawned on me that I had work today and Mr. Wright hadn’t mentioned a day off due to casualties from our little escapade.

I sat up in alarm and looked around the room but soon I was calm. I had expected him to be standing in the room, watching me.

The thought of those brown eyes of his made me shiver with fright and delight. I couldn't ever forget the hungry look in his eyes when he looked at me. Fuck!

I felt a deepening feeling between my legs and hid my face with the pillow on my bed.

Enora, you had just been fucked to the point that you aren’t even sure if you can walk and here you are, thinking about him like that again.

I flushed with guilt. Mr. Wright awakened the greedy little girl in me. I could never get enough of him.

Finally, I tossed the pillow aside and reached for my phone. Only thirty minutes had passed and I was certain that I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep again.

My feet touched the ground and I tested my walking capabilities. It wasn’t that bad but I needed more aspirin. I’d find some and keep it handy on me.

With nothing left to do, I decided to get his clothes for the day ready as well as mine. Today was the day that I was his translator. I had to look the part.

My heart always skipped a beat whenever I thought about it. Mr. Wright was very convincing and now, I had to be dragged out of my comfort zone and do this. I was more than satisfied sitting quietly during meetings and listening to the business banter.

I tiptoed to the living room and my head turned to the dinner table. To my surprise, it was all clean. Every trace of the shattered plates, glasses, bottles, and spilled food had disappeared. The table was clean and had no trace of my wild night on it. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air and I realized that room service must have come in earlier to clean up.

“Good morning, Enora.”

I jumped and turned around. Mr. Wright was behind me. His hair was even messier than it was last night but he was still wearing the loose-fitting trousers from last night and was still bare-chested.

“Good morning, Sir,” I whispered, lowering my head and flushing a bright shade of pink.

I couldn’t see his face but I knew those eyes of his were scanning me. My breathing hitched.

“I see that you are awake. I was just coming to check on you.”

I was about to whisper for a ‘thank you’ but I felt his fingers on my chin, tilting my head forward. His eyes searched my face, a flicker of the carnal fire from yesterday burned in them.

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