All Chapters of A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~Sienna~ One month later. My heels click across the frosted glass floor of the hotel lobby. Everywhere dazzles and shimmers with wealth and luxury, the kind you can’t just get with money, but with connections, too. This is the highest, most grand, luxurious hotel in Chicago. I don’t expect anything less from the Garrisons. They have the money. They have the connections. And they know exactly how to use them. I clutch my bag tighter and move forward, throwing a glance over my shoulder at Elias, who’s dragging our luggage behind him. His eyes are wide with awe as he scans the towering ceilings, the cascading crystal chandeliers, the polished marble pillars that look like they belong in a palace instead of a hotel. When he catches me looking, he grins and gives me a wink. I shake my head, a small smile tugging at my lips, and continue toward the reception desk. The front desk is carved stone trimmed with gold, the receptionist poised and flawless in a tailored suit that probably c

~Sienna~ It’s alright. I’m good. Just get to the dinner, smile, get along with the conversation, and return to my room. Easy peasy. I sigh deeply. My hands tighten on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is bunned up on my head, completely exposing my bare back as the satin red dress hangs low on it. Tiny straps hold it in place. My tits, heavy and full without a bra, spill tightly into the material. My lips shine with just a gloss on them. I swallow. I glance at the tiny watch strap on my wrist. In thirty minutes, the waiter is going to come get me, but Elias will soon be here. I blink, forcing a smile onto my face. The knock sounds on my door as if on cue. I take one last look at myself and turn around. The slit on the right side spreads open as I walk, stretching to my mid-thigh. It exposes creamy white flesh, narrowing almost to my inner thigh. I want him to see what he’s missing and will never have again. I want him to remember every moment, every

~Sienna~I glance behind me as I hurriedly walk down the hallway. My heart is leaping in my lungs, wanting to burst out.God. This is risky.I shouldn’t be here, but…Immediately, I notice the number three on the VIP room plate. I quickly rattle my knuckles against it without thinking.Fear grips me the entire time, my head bowed low as I continue to scan the hallway.I don’t even have a reason to be here yet, yet here I am.The door opens. I glance up and meet Norman’s eyes. Calm. Neutral.I drop my eyes and enter the room, sliding past him and stopping just a little distance from the door. The door shuts softly behind me.I swallow and straighten, holding my shoulders high, scanning the room. Pretty much the same as Nova’s, but without any decoration. Just a clean room with a black-and-white design.My ears perk up at the slightest sound of his feet, padding close behind me. He stands there, his heat branding my skin.I don’t turn.I don’t say anything.I wait.My nerves are tense,

~Sienna~My back hits the bed gently. His dark eyes bore into me. Every damn reason why I shouldn’t be doing this, why I shouldn’t be here, screams at me, but I can’t move my body. I can only shamelessly push myself toward him.He moves back and pulls at his shirt, tugging it off, quickly, but somehow taking his time. His pants come off next, leaving only his boxer briefs. My eyes follow his movements, watching as he crawls back into bed. His legs strap my sides, and he grabs my hands in one hand, lowering his head and pressing his lips to mine. My lips part, his tongue slides in slow and warm. He sucks my lower lip.I tremble. My breath hitches.It’s slow. Too fucking slow. And it’s getting to me. My skin ripples under his touch as his other hand rubs over my waist, teasing.Oh God.I swallow. I can’t talk. I take it all.His lips move down past my chest, past my stomach, stopping between my thighs. He releases my hands and pulls up my dress. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, and

~Sienna~ I enter the hall, forcing a smile on my face and nodding at the guests as I walk away. I need to grab a champagne glass or two, then find a corner to hide away from the crowd. Everywhere is getting rowdy, guests are scattered around the room, and the music is now louder than people’s voices. I search the room for Elias, but I don’t see him. Then I notice Julian. Everly is by his side holding his hand, too close to him, like they’re maintaining an image. They’re busy talking to some old couple, smiling like the most amazing humans on earth. I snort and turn away in the opposite direction. “Sienna,” I stiffen at the sharp sound of Nova’s voice. I turn, my brows furrowed. “Why are you walking aimlessly around? Where’s Fred?” I glance behind her, watching out for Fred, but find no one. She grins and shrugs. “I slipped away from him. I couldn’t find you in the crowd.” “What?” I gasp, eyes opening wide. “Nova, it’s your wedding. You have to be with your husband.” She shru