Beg For Daddy's Cock (1)

Emilia's POV

My heels clicked unsteadily across the marble lobby as I clutched the half-empty bottle of champagne like it was my lifeline. Tears burned hot tracks down my cheeks, smearing the mascara I’d carefully applied only hours earlier for what was supposed to be a celebration but instead, I had walked in on my fiancé who was my supposed future husband—moaning underneath his male best friend, their bodies tangled in our bed like I was the intruder.

“Emilia, wait, it’s not what it looks like,” he had gasped, but we both knew it was exactly what it looked like. He had used me as...