The house was alive with a frantic energy today, the air thick with the mouth-watering scent of a feast that draped over the hallway.
Only four or five of Emma's closest friends had made the cut, everyone knew "Daddy Thomas" was a man who cherished his privacy and loathed a crowded house. But for a handful of restless teenagers, this was more than enough to get the party started.
"Happy birthday, bestie!"
Megan, Emma's notoriously bold best friend, shrieked as she shoved a gift into Emma's hands. The moment Emma tore it open, she lost it, a mix of horror and hilarity crossing her face.
"What is wrong with you? Seriously!"
Emma laughed, her cheeks flushing. But no matter how much she played along with the group, her eyes kept drifting toward the front door. She was waiting for someone—the only guest who truly mattered.
"Aiden's late, isn't he~?"
Megan sang in a mocking tone, making Emma's face turn a deeper shade of crimson.
"Chill out, girl. He'll be here before you know it. Ow!"
Megan yelped as Emma swatted at her, though Emma couldn't help the lonely sigh that escaped her lips.
What those girls didn't know—what they couldn't know—was that inside the quiet shadows of the kitchen, Thomas was watching. His gaze was icy, a predatory stare fixed on his "precious girl."
He was unboxing the cake, his hands trembling slightly, not from age, but from the raw, simmering fury rattling his ribs.
In your dreams, brat. Aiden isn't showing his face tonight. Not if he wants to keep it.
As the night bled into the late hours, the music played and the food vanished, but Aiden remained a ghost. Thomas finally stepped out of the shadows, the cake in his hands glowing with a ring of flickering candles.
A calculated, predatory smirk was hidden behind his mask of the doting guardian.
"It's getting late, sweetheart... I think it's time we blow out these candles, don't you?"
"Can we just wait a little longer, Daddy?"
Emma pleaded, her voice small and heavy with disappointment.
"I'm sure he's almost here."
"Your friends have been waiting for three hours, baby. Let's not ruin the mood,"
he countered, his low, velvet voice carrying an edge of command that left no room for argument. With a heavy heart, she closed her eyes, made a wish, and blew. The cheers of her friends felt like white noise she didn't want to hear.
"Now, since it is a milestone birthday..."
Thomas paused for dramatic effect, reaching back to produce a bottle of vintage, obscenely expensive wine, its dark glass catching the light.
"How about we try something a bit more... sophisticated?"
The kids at the table looked like they'd just seen a miracle, their eyes widening in disbelief.
"But Daddy... we aren't twenty yet,"
Emma whispered, ever the good girl.
"Please! We've been hitting the booze since we were sixteen! You're the only one whose Daddy keeps her under lock and key,"
Megan teased, throwing a cheeky, suggestive wink toward Thomas. The forty-year-old billionaire let out a low chuckle, playing the part of the "cool dad" to perfection, dismantling the final wall between him and his prize.
The plan was flawless... and the pressure in his slacks was becoming unbearable.
"Drink up, girls. Tonight, Daddy gives his permission."
At those words, the cloud over Emma's face finally lifted. Glass after glass of the rich, crimson wine was poured.
As time ticked by, the loud laughter faded into drowsy mumbles and eventually, the soft rhythm of snoring as the alcohol took its toll, leaving her friends slumped over the table one by one.
Emma, his lush, breathtaking ward, was flushed a deep pink, her body swaying as the wine clouded her senses. Thomas watched from the shadows, a dark sense of triumph surging through him.
He stepped forward, scooping her small, lithe frame—the one he'd spent years protecting (and voyeuristically craving)—into his powerful arms.
The way her soft, heavy chest pressed against his firm torso snapped the last thread of his restraint. He didn't hesitate. He carried her straight up the stairs and into his master bedroom.
He laid her down on the expansive bed with deceptive gentleness, stripping off his suit jacket as he went.
His dark eyes devoured the sight of her—the creamy skin, the way she was sprawled out in a daze, every curve calling to him like a siren song. The sheer beauty of her blooming into a woman made him hiss through his teeth.
"Gosh... look at you,"
he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger that bordered on insanity. He looked down at the massive, rigid bulge straining against his trousers.
"I'm about to lose my goddamn mind."
He let out a low, feral growl as the lust finally boiled over. Tonight, he was going to break her in so thoroughly she'd scream for mercy until every memory of that boy, Aiden, was scorched from her mind forever.
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