Chapter 1

AMY

I had many plans for my Sunday afternoon and none of them included being stuck in this hall full of older men and women in their fifties and sixties for a charity event. This was supposed to be the day I'd be passing out in the club and making out with sexy guys.

I’m my daddy’s purse, and all I can do for him, especially since my mom died, is let him know I will always be there for him. We were given a separate table.

The event was so boring. I watched as the older men and women chat and laugh together. I was almost dozing off when I felt someone watching me and I searched through the crowd to see who it was. My eyes met an unfamiliar face staring back at me while sipping on his glass of wine. His height towered everyone else’s in the room. His brown eyes on me made me suddenly feel hot in my light clothes, despite the air conditioning that had been installed everywhere around the hall.

I felt butterflies flutter their wings in my tummy and I held tightly onto my glass of wine, pressing my thighs together.

I watched his handsome face break into a pleasant smile as he interacted with the man that approached him. Even though he was moving around the hall, his every step showed strength and control. He would occasionally look over to where I was and give me a warm smile. i held my breath for a few seconds when I saw him coming towards my direction, but then, someone tapped him from behind and he stopped. I let out a sigh of relief when he followed the person and walked over to a woman, sitting close to our table.

The moment I heard his voice, I felt more heat soaking my panties. His voice was a low baritone, that tingled down there, not minding the distance. I imagined him whispering sweet words into my ears with that sweet tone of his. I was slowly losing control of myself.

“Who is he, Papa?” I whispered in my father’s ear, nodding at the man.

“Nobody,” came father’s curt reply, and I wondered why it seemed like he didn’t want to say much about him.

He looked younger than every other person that had gathered for the charity event. He was beyond yummy, but the only problem was he seemed to be older than I. I had never had anything to do with older men. And yet, it did not stop me from wanting him.

“Amy, I think it’s time we headed home,” my father suggested.

Just when he stood up, the man started walking over in our direction. Every step he took seemed to make me loose some part of my sanity. It was as though he was intentionally doing that to me.

“Brother!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms open for a hug.

I watched my father’s lips curve into a forced smile.

“I didn’t know you were here,” father lied. Father always lies when he wants to get out of a situation, but what I don’t understand is why he was trying to get out of this handsome situation standing before me.

“Come on, brother. You are not thinking of leaving the party yet, are you? The donation hasn’t started yet,” he said, then turned his attention to me, where they were meant to be, where I wanted them to always be. On me.

I chugged down my drink in an attempt to compose myself, but the wine only seemed to heighten whatever it was I felt at the moment. I picked another glass from a server walking by and gulped it down.

“Won’t you introduce me to this pretty lady?” the man asked.

My heart raced as he faced me. The word ‘pretty’ sounded so good in his mouth.

Father chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Amy. She is in college. Amy, this is Pete Stones, and one of the biggest and youngest investors we have here.”

They cheered to that, clinking their glasses.

“Pete Stones,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Amy.” He put out his hand for a handshake and I took it. “You look just like your mother.”

I blushed, feeling his thumb caress my palm slowly, every stroke making my below to contract. I might as well climax from just his touch. My body protested when he released his hand.

He looked at father this time and said, “I’ll see you after the donation, brother.” With that, he disappeared into the crowd.

I felt like those words were meant for me and not my father. Just then, someone clicked on the glasses, trying to quiet down the noise and get everyone’s attention. My father was called forward to grace the event.

“It is time for the donation,” father announced.

I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. I was so focused on finding the hot man, whom I was no longer feeling his gaze on me anymore. I saw him conversing with an older lady and felt my heart squeeze with-could it be jealousy? I hardly know this man.

“This donation…” father read out from the display screen placed on him, but I didn’t care to listen to the rest of the speech. I was having naughty thoughts about Pete Stones. My n*****s erected, and I sneakily brushed them through my chiffon top, in an attempt to hide them, but it aroused me instead.

I was so turned on that I needed to release immediately. The urge to leave and relieve myself was overpowering, and it was all the Pete Stones effect. Soon, father was done with his opening remark and walked back to the table, and I bet he noticed the look on my face.

“Are you okay, Amy?” father asked, and I only let out a fake smile.

“Y… yes. Can I use the restroom, papa?” I stuttered.

“Sure. You do not need to ask for permission. The restroom is on the left, down the hallway,” he said, giving me a concerned look as I rushed out of the hall.

I followed his directions to the restroom and closed the door behind me. I looked into the mirror and I flushed even hotter seeing my n*****s on full display. I hope father didn’t notice.

I rolled my n*****s between my fingers and let out a soft moan. My p***y went wet at the thought of the man that put me in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life with other ladies in the hall.

With the image of Pete Stones on my head, I quickly pulled off my top, exposing my round perky breast. My throat went dry as I imagined Pete Stones’ tongue on my n****e.

I shut my eyes, moaning softly when I pinched my pink n*****s hard. I’m not going to lie, I have the most attractive features and my boobs is one of them, plus they were sensitive as hell. My p***y dripped at the action. I instantly unzipped my skirt, letting it fall on the floor. Sitting on the toilet seat, I inserted my finger into my panties, and let out a lustful smile as my fingers grazed my clit. I shut my eyes and threw my head back as I rubbed my fingers vigorously on my clit.

“f**k! Mr. Stones!” I imagined Pete Stones’ tongue on my honey pot, teasing with my clit as I neared climax. “Oh my,” I moaned as my fingers rocked harder and faster.

“Yes… Yes, Pete. f**k me harder. Harder,” I whimpered, rocking my hips carelessly, as I felt myself going close to climax.

I pinched my n****e and clit simultaneously, a loud moan escaping my throat. I smiled to myself when I finally reached orgasm. I put my skirt back on and was about to put on my top back on when the stall door creaked open. I yelped in surprise and used my top to cover my breasts.

A cold shiver went down my spine when I saw who it was. I must have forgotten to lock the door.

Before me was Pete Stones with a sly smirk on his face and his hands inside his pockets.

“W… what are you doing here?” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze.

I have never been shy away from my s****l wants or pleasure, but here I was, curled up in front of the man I just fantasized about.

He gave me a hand and drew me closer to him, pressing me hard against his chest, his voice a sweet temptation as he said, “I love the way you say my name, Amy.”