Chapter 4.

A soda.

As we returned from lunch with a soda, Galilea asked me to please pretend, not to be so obvious… and gave me wet wipes to clean up what I had supposedly left scattered in his office, but my God when I entered his office I was between scared and excited, there was that huge man waiting for me patiently with his hands in his pockets as always and there was an obvious bulge under his pants, the air could be perceived like an old wine mixed with the woody cologne that simply made me sigh…

I handed him the soda and then he pointed to the floor: coincidentally the same place where I had fallen before, my cheeks reddened, but as I drank the soda I tried to clean it slowly, I could feel his icy blue eyes looking at me until I heard him say: Stephy Gosha, my daughter, ¿could you go around the desk and sit in front of me? I want to talk to you.

I didn't question him, I stood up and walked to where he had told me... his eyes were a blue that hypnotized me, so much so that I could lose myself in them for life...

You know how uncomfortable this situation is, ¿right little girl? I nodded because it really was a bit uncomfortable, but then I heard him say: I must understand your tastes and orientations, but my dear, not in the office, if you want to explore everything you want for that there are hotels, motels, apartments for rent or you can go directly to the house if you can't hold out.

I feel embarrassed every time I come to my office because there are fluids of dubious origin on the carpet, on the chair, on the desk, in the bathroom that you don't deign to clean, that was like a dart to my fantasies, ¿why did he say it that way?

I didn't want to hear his scolding, although it was so gratifying to hear him talk to me when he called me darling or little one, that I really couldn't concentrate on the words and just nodded, while he continued saying: I take into account your scandalous behavior from before, not to mention how rude you are at home, I must believe that you are incapable of behaving in a professional and familiar manner, ¿ Or should I fire Galilea for having corrupted you since she was young? Tell me what to do, my daughter can't continue with this plan…

When I heard that Galilea's job was at stake I could only say: don't blame her, she is my friend, she has really always told me how I should behave, I am the one who doesn't listen to her, don't hurt the innocent because of my behavior.

To which Sergei commented: you're not leaving me any more options, but I'm going to have to pay for a private university in another country so that you don't continue to ruin my office, my employees and the home.

This hit me like a bucket of cold water, I was no longer excited to hear his voice, I was indignant, the temperature of the room went from cool to scorching and my face simply said everything I thought: I couldn't contain myself, I grabbed the last of the soda and threw it in his face and slapped him before saying:

¿WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU SEND MEGAN AWAY? SHE'S THE ONE WHO HAS RUINED EVERYTHING ALWAYS... ¿ AM I NOT IMPORTANT TO YOU THAT YOU THROW ME AWAY LIKE A DOG THAT'S NO LONGER USEFUL TO YOU?

It was the limit, I had exploded, I had just slapped my father and to my surprise he didn't kick me out of the room or tell me to pick up my things; Instead, he smiled and stepped forward, spinning me around and pressing me against the cold glass, I could feel him on my back, his hard length against the small of my back, ¿was I dreaming again or was this really happening?

Until I heard him whisper: It seems you're not a lesbian at all, ¿don't you know there are hidden cameras in this place? 

I accidentally turned them on, but I think you need help and so do I, so you better go back home and get started.

Burn all those slutty clothes you have and go pack your bags and I'll take care of the rest.

I had no idea what that meant until I felt his teeth nipping at my ear: I shuddered as I gyrated my hips against his immense erection to which he squirmed and closed his eyes for a second before exclaiming: this is not right, this is not what traditional families are supposed to do, but before he continued I raised my feet on tiptoe and crushed my lips on his and amazingly they were reciprocated, his blue eyes stared at me, while the tips of his fingers ran down my back until finally my fantasies left my mind and were manifesting into reality, as I took one of his hands and guided it to my wet core and he moved the thong to one side soaking his fingers began to rub that little girl for which he could fall into my abyss…