My cunt was already squeezing his cock, my orgasm just moments away.

“Come with me, baby. Now.”

There was something about his command that undid me completely. I threw my head back against the hard wall, coming so hard that black spots flashed across my vision.

He thrust into me. Once, twice, and on the third, I could feel his cum filling me up and leaking out.

“Get out of here,” I panted as he put me down in a gentler way than I thought he was capable of.

His eyes flashed to mine like he wanted to fight my command.

“What? You expect me to invite you to sleep over? Officially meet my dad?”

The last part had his lips twitching. I said it as if he was some boyfriend instead of my dad’s biggest investor and best friend.

He reached between my legs, his hand scooping up his cum. I gasped when his finger pushed it back in, pumping his finger inside me twice before pulling away and tucking his half-hard cock into his pants.

“Don’t bother me after this,” he said. “You got what you wanted.”

I rolled my eyes and shooed him away. After he left, I concocted a plan to get him back. I vowed to fuck him on every surface of this office just to prove him wrong again and again.

But I had no idea that the next day would be the second worst day of my life.

The first? My father’s death.

All of it because of the man I’d just fucked.

1

ADDISON

The constant beeping of the hospital monitor started to fade into the background as I looked over the newest email to hit my phone.

It was the one I’d been waiting for. The one that would change my life forever.

It had the power to give me back everything I’d lost. Everything he’d taken from me. But it also had the possibility to destroy me if I wasn’t careful.

It’s worth the risk. I would do anything to get back at him. The anger had been rotting under my skin and making it unbearable to think of anything but getting even.

There was nothing and no one in the world left for me. At least no one who was conscious.

My eyes shifted to the bed. My mother was wrapped in hospital-grade blankets that would be making her skin itch if not for the thin sheet in between.

She lay there so still that, if not for the constant beeping of the monitor, I would mistake her for a corpse. Her skin had become pale enough for it.

In the last few years, my mother’s mental health had deteriorated. I had been too busy working back-to-back jobs to notice just how much she had been struggling.