Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 94: Awkward Dinner

Clyde’s POV

It was an awkward dinner. David and Mira were so busy redecorating that they barely noticed Eliza and me. It’s a blessing. Both of them avoided my gaze. We ate lasagna hours after I slept with their daughter.

Eliza didn’t show any discomfort. She hid it well. She smiled mischievously whenever I looked at her, promising more later. She’d rub my leg with her foot. Or when she accidentally touched me while passing the plates. She played with me while her parents ate with us. So it’s good they focused on interior design.

Despite my guilt over deceiving my friends, I saw their daughter differently. When she smiled, I pictured her lips on my cock. I remembered how her hands scratched my back as she approached.

I remember her soft hands stroking my cock. As she got up to get a drink, I stared at her ass, remembering how she felt beneath me. As I pounded her cock, I remembered her legs around my waist.

I nearly spilled my wine after being caught staring at her daughter’s ass. Eliza turned to face me and smiled. Mira focused on paint swatches.

"It looks good" was a vague statement. I knew it wasn’t their daughter’s ass, which did look good. I liked holding it.

David stared me down, implying retaliation. I didn’t know what I’d agreed to, so I shrugged and acted nonchalantly. Hopefully, whatever it was, he’d recover quickly.

"Mira, he’s trying to silence you. Willie hates yellow."

Since she started talking, I looked at the swatches. Yellow, indeed.

"I hated yellow," David said. Her swatches confirmed my dislike of the color.

"Would you paint your dining room that color?" I asked, frowning.

"Yes, we discussed that! Did you not hear me?" Mira’s dark hair over her shoulder gave me her husband’s look. I avoided such conversations with them. It’s hopeless.

Eliza told her mother, "It’ll look great. I think Willie was thinking the same thing, dad."

"Yes."

"Oooh, accent color." Mira held up the yellow swatch for a closer look as if she hadn’t been staring at it for hours.

I thanked Eliza for saving my behind. She walked behind me and rubbed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. She enjoyed everything. Our cat-and-mouse game with her parents was energizing. Unacceptable.

"Willie, cold?" David asked.

"No, I’m good. I’m getting warm."

Eliza sat down and fanning herself said, "It’s hot in here, dad." She winked.

David asked me a question, perplexed. I could only shrug and eat.

Mira’s lasagna is delicious. "Did you make it?"

"Am I a cook?" She grimaced. Rhea finished it before leaving, but I used my mother’s recipe.

I knew Mira would always talk about something. She was happy to carry on by herself, so you never had to worry about a conversation. If I could keep her talking without revealing anything, we could avoid talking. I felt bad about fucking their daughter, so that was the best option.

"Rhea said you missed work today, Willie," she said. "You happy?"

I knew it was a joke because Mira laughed at me. I couldn’t laugh with her, so I had to be careful with my words.

"I rested," I said. "After everything I’ve been through, I deserved a nap."

David pretended to look outside. "Excuse me, I was checking if he will freeze over."

I faked laughter to appear amused. Eliza ran her foot up my leg as I avoided talking about what I did that afternoon. David and Mira stopped teasing each other when I choked on my last sip of wine.

"Maybe I’m not so well, I lied, coughing again." Eliza teased me. "Poor baby, are you sick? You should rest upstairs."

Her toes still teased my cock between my legs. Her parents were unaware as she teased me across the table. I felt those familiar stirrings in my groin and knew a hard was coming. I hoped to avoid long periods of standing.

I said, "Maybe." That’s not the worst idea ever. I figured it would get me away from the table, the awkward conversation, and the girl who wanted me to fuck her in front of her parents. When Eliza came up behind me and grabbed it, I was staring at my plate, wondering how I’d stand up and take it into the kitchen without David and Mira noticing I was aroused. She winked and smiled. She was clearly aware of what she’d done to me and was attempting to save me by throwing me a life preserver. I was thrilled.

"Eliza?" Mira asked, dismayed.

"I have an interview tomorrow," she said. "I need rest to be ready."

"A job interview? Sunday plans?"

Eliza and I exchanged a glance as she carried my plate into the kitchen.

"I found it odd. My interviewee is leaving for a week and wanted to meet before he left. He hopes to fill the role quickly."

Even I believed her because she lied so smoothly. Perhaps she was honest. I didn’t know if she had a job interview tomorrow. My ignorance! What did I know?

"Wow, sweetie. Where?" Turning to his daughter, David asked.

"It was a small start-up," she said. "I forget the name. It’s written up."

She failed. She stuttering and needed help.

"Did you mention Harper International? You’ll be interviewed there?"

It was made-up, but it sounded promising. No such place existed, and I hoped David wouldn’t look it up online, so I had to think quickly and use my ex-name. I was kicking myself for my terrible lie and hoped no one noticed and believed Eliza.

She waved it goodbye. "It’s unimportant. It’s unlikely I’ll make a career out of it, but it could be a valuable experience."

I went to the guest room to avoid more lies. I closed my eyes when the door closed behind me. I repeated deep breathing until my heartbeat normalized. Damn. Challenge. Deception and lying to hide that I was fucking a friend’s daughter. My first regret hit me as I shook my head.

Perhaps I’d erred. Maybe I should’ve fought harder. Could I have prevented it? She knew how to irritate me. She knew where to take me. Amazing, and I wanted more. Please, more of her. So I could have her back, I wished her parents would leave or go to bed. I congratulated myself on that thought. Not again! Eliza’s off-limits. False. Also risky. It’s risky. It felt amazing. What a dilemma!

My house was still unfinished. After that, dinners and golf outings await. Years of looking David and Mira in the eyes while hiding my cock in their daughter. Could it get any easier?

When my doorbell rang, my heart raced. If I didn’t have a heart condition when I arrived, I left with one.

"Yes?" I was scared to open it.

Eliza mumbled, "It’s me."

"Can we chat?"

Talk. Huh. She started like that before, right? We got hot sex, under-the-table footwork, and awkward, strained conversation with two of my oldest friends. She wasn’t entirely to blame. She wasn’t to blame. I’d contributed, too. Now that I’d made my bed, I could sleep.

I couldn’t turn her away, even though talking in my room was a bad idea. What happened between us required a conversation. Earned it. I owed her. I needed to grow up. My actions need to be owned. Opening the door and talking to Sabrina like adults.

Eliza had other plans when I opened the door. Before I could say anything, she shoved her into my room, slammed the door, and kissed me. Her tongue in my mouth weakened my defenses. As we kissed, she rubbed my body, and I did the same. Her tits felt great, like her ass. When she grabbed my cock through my pants, I wanted to fuck her over the dresser.

I finally escaped and took a few steps back, out of breath and lustful. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Where did communication go?" Retracting, I asked.

"We should talk, but I thought we could do something else first."

She kneeled before me and reached for my pants, but I lifted her up. I wanted to see her perfect lips encircle my cock. I wanted to see her eyes as she sucked me off. I wanted to fuck her mouth and pull her hair, shooting my load all over her face. We failed. Everything needed care.

I muttered as I buttoned my pants, "Your parents are downstairs."

She laughed. "So?" They’re debating paint swatches and fabric styles. "Just be quiet"

I said softly, lifting her face to mine, "I’d rather not risk it"

"Shouldn’t we chat?"

"Why? We can’t do it again, right?" She expressed her displeasure by sighing and rolling her eyes. "Why so difficult, Willie?"

I intervened this time. Kissing her surprised us both. I should have told her our relationship was temporary, but I didn’t. Frail. Can’t do right. Badly, I let my cock dictate my actions. In short. This woman drove me crazy with what happened between us. I loved her. She’s perfect. I wasn’t interested in seeing her again.

I told myself why sleeping with Eliza was a bad idea and shouldn’t be repeated. I went over the list several times, knowing it was nonsense and I wouldn’t follow any of the reasons. Eliza was my next target. It seemed inevitable. Just be strategic.

"Whatever happens between us, Eliza, we must first talk about it. We need ground rules and boundaries. I’m losing my mind because of what we’re doing."

"Me too," she said. It’s amazing, though.

"Yes," I said, stroking her cheek. "It does." I must be careful because of this."

"Cautious? Why?"

"Because I don’t want to make things hard for us," I said.

"We have enough trouble."