“What a bed doing here?” I asked myself a bit loud. “For us, of course.” Galbaki said as he stepped down from the second floor. I didn’t rea...ized there’s a second floor. And the stairs is hidden by a mannequin with a S symbol on the chest. One of his designs. I noticed the similarities now. All the super suits are dark and brooding in color. So depressing. I thought. “What do you mean, for us?” I asked as I see his figure steps down. This is the first time I see him. He have a typical athletic. And then just like that he was gone. I found myself standing there, jeans around my ankles and my dick in my hand. Had I imagined the whole thing? I quickly spun around and staggered out to see I was alone in the bathroom. Which was good considering I was still holding onto my hardon. I quickly managed to get my jeans up and zipped without hurting myself and made myself back out to the bar. I took two quick swigs from my beer and motioned to the bartender. As he made his way over he grabbed. I'm so excited to see him again... To taste him again. I still can't believe what happened earlier. This is so exciting. I'm so glad my dad is home for this. It turns me on so much to do this behind his back, in secret, when he's home. Mark is such an alpha. He's so strong and aggressive. I love how he dominated me and used me. Oh my god I love him.Suddenly my door opens slowly and he comes in, grinning down at me arrogantly. I love that smirk he gives. "Ha, there's my new fucktoy ready to. I need you to support me through this.”I realized how badly she wanted me to be on her side. I lowered my voice. “I just want to make sure you or Aman won’t get hurt in the end.”“We won’t. Don’t worry. I will make sure of it. No matter what, he isn’t getting hurt, or neither am I,” her voice was confident. “I tried doing things by the book. I ran after my career because that’s the norm. I ignored my son’s feelings and mine because that’s the norm. That only caused pain. I don’t think whatever.