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My Girlfriend's Billionaire Dad

My Girlfriend's Billionaire Dad

Autor：Jamie Dessertt

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#Virgin #Possessive #Dominant #Manipulative #Submissive #Sharp-tongued #Powerful #Passionate #Loyal #Kind
Introducción
ENEMIES TO LOVERS• FORBIDDEN ROMANCE • BDSM • BILLIONAIRE• AGE GAP He stares at me as if debating what he is about to do next, then his mouth comes down on mine. I freeze as the out of body experience continues. My hands move to push him away, but I feel my fingers curling around his shoulders to pull him closer. Pierce's tongue slips into my mouth, and my tongue and his fight for dominance. His hand leaves my neck, and as I'm about to protest the loss of warmth, he cups my breast like the seasoned lover that he is. "..the line." The distant voice pulls me back from the well of lust I was drowning in. I open my eyes and shove Pierce away. ~~~ Pierce I built an empire on control. Then one woman walked in wearing a lie as her armor, and I let her closer than I have let anyone in years. Ashley isn't who she claims to be. Behind the false name is Adriana, and behind Adriana is a truth I never saw coming; I destroyed her stepsister, and she came to make me pay for it, one calculated seduction at a time. She let my daughter fall in love with her so she could get close enough to burn my whole life down. And somewhere between the lies and the late nights in my office, I fell for her too. If I push her away, I lose the only person who has ever looked at me and seen the man underneath the money but someone is watching, and the woman I can't stop wanting is still deciding whether to finish what she came here to do.
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"Rachel, we need to talk." I force my voice to stay calm as I continue watching my daughter grind against a girl, whose tattooed hands are gripping Rachel's swaying waist like she owns her.

"Uh oh, what did I do now?" she responds with a giggle. I'm glad one of us finds this funny.

"Why is there a video of you dry humping a random girl online?" The video has terrible lighting, but I don't need clarity to recognize exactly what those hands are doing under my princess's skirt.

"Oh, you mean Ashley? Dad, she is my girlfriend." This girl is the spitting image of a bad influence, with dark eyes that look too familiar.

"Since when did you start dating someone like her? I'm worried, Rachel, we all know the world isn't safe anymore."

"Dad," my princess groans like a typical teenager whose father is scared for her, "Ashley couldn't hurt a fly."

"Did she pressure you to take those pictures on your Instagram?" I hear Rachel's sharp intake of breath. I'm praying that's a sign to lock up this girl and fling the keys into the ocean.

"Oh my gosh, Dad, stop stalking me, I'm an adult now." I keep daily tabs on my angel through her friend's account I had bought. That's right, call me a helicopter dad. I don't care.

"I know you think our relationship isn't deep because I'm so young, but I love Ashley." Love? This Ashley will destroy her when she is done playing her games.

"Actually, can I ask you a favor?" I know that tone. She uses it when she wants something I wouldn't give easily.

"What is it?" I ask even as I'm looking at a picture of a blindfolded Rachel wearing nothing but a thong while someone's inked arm that resembles Ashley's covers her breasts.

"First, promise you will agree." My baby's voice turns pleading, which tells me I'm about to get screwed.

God, every cell in my body is roaring at me to fly to UCLA and bring her home.

"I haven't heard the terms yet."

"Come on, Dad, stop being a CEO for one second. It's your prinny asking for help."

I take a much needed breath to calm my raging nerves. "Fine, if it is legal and reasonable, I will consider it."

"Ashley just graduated, and I was thinking maybe she could come work for you." The same btch who nearly gave me a heart attack a minute ago? Oh, hell no.

"Hiring people," I pause as I think of ways not to upset my angel, "based on personal relationships isn't good for business."

"You promised," she whines, and I can bet she is about to start fake crying.

"I said I would consider it, and I think it is a bad idea..."

"But you don't even know how talented she is..." There is a long silence on her end of the call.

"Sweethear..." A message pops up on my screen, and I open the attachment only to see different architectural designs fill my laptop screen.

I sink back into my home office seat and let out a slow breath. These aren't amateur works, which only confirms my suspicion that this girl is using my daughter.

Rachel's voice shatters the silence. "Are you looking at Ashley's designs?"

"Yeah, these are impressive," I admit even as I struggle to force the words past the lump in my throat.

"I told you! Can you set up a meeting with her tomorrow?"

I take another breath because heaven knows I can't say no to my daughter. "Fine, but I'm treating this like any other job interview."

"Yes!" she squeals, and I can hear her feet pounding the floor in the background. "Thanks, you're the best dad ever."

Well, damn, this btch has successfully manipulated my daughter into thinking she is her soulmate.

"Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"I love you. You know that, right?" I repeat the words that I have drilled into her pretty head since she could talk.

My daughter lets out a long exhale. "Of course I know that, and you're going to love her too, I promise. Night, Dad."

"We will see about that. Goodnight, prinny," I say before hanging up the call.

I recheck the tattoo around Ashley's wrist that says "Family first." It's the same tattoo from the arm that covered Rachel's breasts.

I drag my feet to the bedroom and slip beneath the sheets next to my wife, but my eyes stay open as I cuddle her because a part of me knows the storm has only begun.