Chapter 1.

Drenched in sweat.

I don't even know how I got to this point, I only know that we speak a language and it's one that makes my senses vibrate, I was so wet that I didn't know if I could bear him sliding inside me again, but the way he leaned me over his desk aggressively made my desire shoot up even more while his large length rubbed my entrance... I need it right there; right now...

My body arched back trying to hold back the moans, while his silhouette fell on me... I didn't realize that I was slipping and falling off the desk until my numb hands couldn't continue rubbing my bean, because I had reached the limit of an orgasm so big, that it took me out of my fantasy making me fall from the desk chair to the floor.

It was then that the blow brought me back to reality, I had my clothes on, I was in his office, but I wasn't in the middle of any sex other than in my mind, it's incredible how much I wanted Sergei

Gosha, my father, to do it with me.

I couldn't hold back the desire I had for him, the guy was tall, blond, with a broad back and well-defined muscles that made his veins stand out and my legs trembled just by looking at him.

I stayed there sitting on the floor trying to recover from that orgasm, then the door opened and one of the heads of my father's work team came in.

Galilea, a brunette with light eyes and curly hair laughed at me and I felt ridiculous, because she knew about the kind of fantasies I used to have with my father…

I got goosebumps and shuddered, because it felt so real, standing up I dusted myself off to hear her say: if you didn't sleep enough last night maybe you shouldn't be here... ¿what would have happened Stephy if your father had found you in this state?

 You know the trouble you've already gotten more than one person into on this floor... you should control your voice a little, outside you could hear the moans so loud and clear as if you were really being fucked.

In my defense I could only say: Galilea, if you understood my situation even a little you would see how difficult it is to control yourself and try to insinuate something with someone who is completely busy.

He wouldn't turn to look at me even if I paid him, the brunette did nothing but laugh, picked up some notes from the desk and we headed to the elevators, in the meantime I took the opportunity to look at myself in the reflective walls, my blonde hair with that miniskirt that I used to only wear to come to my dad's work.

I wish I had the desired body to get his attention, but he likes dark-skinned women and a big butt like my stepmother's, however, here I am, the skinny 18 year old girl with a bust according to my age, a small waist and a pompous butt, which is not even half of my stepmother's, how much I hate her, I hope she gets run over by a car one of these days, because she has stolen my father's attention just as she takes advantage of his money.

 If it weren't for my father's company, that woman probably wouldn't even exist in our lives, and maybe, just maybe, my father will stop seeing me as a girl and look at me with the eyes of a woman, but those are fantasies that I use to escape reality and evade my destiny.

I was recently accepted into the school of Psychology, where my stepmother's son, Rony, will also begin to study. He has been trying to get my attention for a long time and even my father would approve of him. I simply don't like basic and silly guys because I want a man…