Her face is screwed up as she moans, her head tossed back in the throes of passion. "I'm a virgin. No one has ever—Ugh! Touched me."
God, I just knew it. And I'm lighting up in a way I shouldn't, knowing that the only fingers that've worked this sweet pussy are mine.
She's all fucking mine.
The moment calms down, and Lila lulls as a sudden exhaustion overwhelms her. She's learned a lot today, and she's come all over my hand.
"Rest up, princess."
Before, I was determined to keep Lila safe. Now? It's just cemented how much I'm willing to do to ensure Cilento drops this.
I reach across to the nightstand, careful not to disturb Lila now that she's falling asleep, and grab my cell.
Me:Hey, I need to do some deep digging for this job. There's a lot more going on with this fucking Cilento.
Boss:Be fucking careful. I'm not cleaning you up off the pavement.
5
Lila
I've been staring down at my plate of untouched food as I sit at the dinner table, just like I did last night. Thankfully, Kyle is nowhere in sight, but the tension is still stifling. Marcus sits at the other end of the table now, with my dad in the head seat as always.
I'm clutching the stem of my wine glass—the only thing I've bothered to consume since I sat down—and the pressure is building up inside me so much that I can't stand it anymore. I have to say something.
"Tell me that it's not true. Tell me that Cilento isn't blackmailing you because you lied about Bellavita."
When I look up from my plate, Father's eyes are as wide as saucers. He's completely blown away by what I just said. I have absolutely no regrets for doing so, however.
Marcus, on the other hand, looks less than pleased with me. He's clearly pissed, and a part of me feels bad for putting him in this position.
He's sitting right there at the other end of the table, and I know he feels like he's been thrust in the middle of a fight. He's not wrong.
My father and I are probably going to have it out, and he's going to have ringside seats.
"Lila. How could you assume such a thing? I don't know where on earth you got this information, but I can assure you that it isn't reliable."
The squeak of Marcus's chair from the other end of the table seems so loud now that no one is speaking. I know my father is lying to me. I know that he was caught red-handed, saying exactly what I know to be the truth, by the man sitting at the other end of the table.
The man who just so happens to be the first person I've ever let touch me.
My skin is still humming, begging for Marcus's fingers to caress me again, to touch me and tease me and make me spill over with all that incredible pleasure I've never experienced before.
"Don't lie to me. I'm not an idiot, despite what you and Kyle might think. I know exactly what is going on in this house. I knew something was going on even before now. You need to be honest with me, but more than that, you need to be honest with the people you're putting in jeopardy."
The expression my father wears now is one I've seen enough times. He's all stuffy and upset, his nose scrunched up like he's smelling something awful.
But the truth is, the only awful thing around here is my father. He has abused the trust of the people who look to him for healthcare and wellness products of all kinds.
Even as a child, I never thought my father was an exceptionally kind or benevolent man. Since Mother's never really been there for me, I've always had to fight it out with him on my own.
Hell, she's not even here. She's off again on some island, tanning and hanging out with pool boys as per usual. Her life is an endless dream of ways to get away from my father—whether that be physically, through her prescription pills, or drowning her sorrows with a bottle of vodka.
A part of me feels bad for her, sorry that she ended up with a husband who so clearly doesn't think highly of her. But I also wonder how she got into this situation.
Perhaps that's what's always scared me the most. Could I end up like her? Did she get where she is because of a father just like mine?
Are we repeating generational trauma that I'm doomed to put forth if I stay in this family?
