14 Hypocrite

Lisa's P.O.V.

I woke up to the incessant beeping of my alarm. I looked around for my phone with closed eyes until I felt the cold glass beneath my fingertips. My fingers somehow managed to hit the right button to make the torture end. All the while, Davis was buried deep inside me, having grown hard again.

I loved waking up to him, still in me. My chest warmed, knowing that we had been connected all night. I groaned happily as I swayed my hips over him. I swear I couldn't get enough of him.

We'd done it three times last night already, twice before bed and once in the middle of the night. Yet here I was, acting as if none of that happened. I ached for him to bring me pleasure again, to make me say his name in the most delightful way.

"Mmm. As much as I love a wake up call like this, I am not sure we have time for the things I want to do to you," Davis' voice was still thick with sleep, but he was smirking as he spoke. I frowned, not wanting to get up and leave his warm embrace. I wanted to have sex with him and be sent to that hell with a blissful feeling.

"Oh, come on, just a quick one?" I batted my lashes at him. I needed this desperately if I was to spend the morning with Chris and Dad.

"I'll bring you pleasure, Lisa."

Davis picked me up, placing me on top as he sat up under me. He thrust in me as he held my hips and forced them to sway. His mouth sucked at my nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue. It was wild how quickly he could arouse me.

His touches had me climbing faster than I thought possible. His mouth moved to my other breast as his hand worked on the one he just left. I continued to sway over him, moaning with pleasure as each thrust was touching a spot that felt like magic. He had me yelling within minutes, reaching my orgasm quickly.

"Let's get you ready, my little warrior," he whispered as he kissed my body tenderly. I frowned, disappointed that I would have to leave his side. Disappointed that we couldn't keep doing this all day.

"I hate this," I said with a sigh.

"I know. I do too." He had his head buried in the nape of my neck, allowing his nose to nuzzle my skin. His lips tickled me as he spoke, sending goosebumps down my arm and back. I loved the feeling. "I'll stay close by in case you need me and will come barging in if you tell me to."

I nodded, feeling better just knowing he would be near as I faced what felt like the devil himself.

"Thank you,"

It would be too soon if I never had to stare at this black door again. I had thankfully beaten Dad and Daniel here this morning, but it seemed that Chris was still asleep. Layla, who I now trust about as far as I could throw her, opened the door for me. I had brought a suitcase of clothes that I didn't wear often, but that would make it seem like I actually lived here.

I would have to actually pack up my things at my apartment since I was sure Dad would check it soon. It was his apartment, after all. Davis offered for me to store my things at his house. It felt like we were moving in together, because essentially we were. It was fast, but thanks to Chris, there wasn't any other option.

"I'll take that for you," Layla said, grabbing the suitcase from my hands and heading up to Chris' room. I refused to go anywhere near there. But I was sure Layla could unpack my things.

I paced around down stairs, eventually venturing into the kitchen where an older woman was making breakfast. She looked at me for a moment before continuing with what she was doing. She didn't say a word as I poured myself a glass of juice, leaving my cup in the sink once I was done.

When I ventured back out in the foyer, I could hear muffled yelling. My heart froze for a moment, wondering what was going on. My foot hovered over the first step, battling myself. Do I go help Layla and face Chris on my own? Or do I let her incur his wrath?

It wasn't much of a choice as I marched towards Chris' room. The closer I got, the faster my heart raced. The screaming was becoming more distinctive with each step I took down the corridor to his room. My brows furrowed as I strained to make out what exactly was being yelled.

"No, please!" I heard Layla yell as my hand grabbed the doorknob. I slammed the door open before my ears could catch the rest of her sentence. "I want more!"

I was frozen, utterly shocked by the scene before me. The skirt of Layla's maid outfit was lifted over her back. Her underwear pushed to the side as Chris' dick penetrated her deeply. Her hand was between her legs as she pleasured herself while Chris rammed her roughly.

They both turned to look at me as I stared at them wide eyed. Never did I expect to see such a scene. Chris smugly smirked as he continued to pound into Layla. He didn't look away from me, and for some reason I couldn't seem to get my body to work, to run away. It was as if I had forgotten how to walk.

When did this start happening? Or had it always happened? Before Chris showed me his true colors, was I sharing him?

My stomach turned, and I thought I would throw up. I felt the bile rise in my throat as I continued to watch. Layla moaned in pleasure, not caring that I had caught them. Chris pulled on her bun, leaving her hair not so neat and I flashed back to when she greeted me at the door the second time I had come. Had they had sex just before I arrived? Was that why her smile faltered with me that day? This fucking asshole. Sick son of a bitch. Hypocritical mother fucker.

There were so many thoughts running through my head. So many disgusting names for him and they were all fitting. The anger in me rose until I finally snapped out of my state of shock, backing out of the room and slamming the door shut.

"Uh, yes! Harder!" Layla yelled through the closed door.

She had no shame, knowing fully well I had walked in and saw it all. Her yelling was loud, and I wondered if she was being louder than usual. Did she want me to catch them? Did she want me to see because she thinks I want Chris? Or did she show me because she wanted me to save her? Was he forcing her into it?

"Please, daddy. I need you deeper inside me."

That was a fat no. It sounded like she very much wanted this. I ran down the hallway ready to stab my ear drums to stop hearing her, wishing I could wipe the memory from my mind. I swallowed more of the bile that had risen, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and a burning sensation in my throat.

I heard a knock at the door once I found myself back downstairs. The faint yells of pleasure—if you could call it that–could still be heard, but maybe this was my chance. If Dad or Daniel heard it and went to investigate, they would see those two fucking and break the contract off. That would be the best thing that could come from this. I raced to the door, opening it to find Daniel. Perfect.

"Good morning, Lisa. I'm surprised to see you greet me at the door and not Layla. Although, I rather like this better." He smiled as he entered the house. His shoulder grazed my own, even though there had been plenty of room for him to walk in without touching me.

"She went up to Chris' room a little while ago now. I'm not sure what she's doing. It's been a while, perhaps we should go check on her. I need to wake Chris up, anyway."

I was trying to get him to go upstairs with me as quickly as possible. From my two experiences I've had with Chris, he doesn't last long. I climbed up the stairs, but before I could make it to the second step, Daniel grabbed me by the wrist.

"Let's just wait for them down here. I'm sure Layla is waking him up already." Does he know about Layla and Chris?

"That should be my job as his future wife, not hers. I'll go let him know you're here. You're welcome to come with me."

I just need him to go upstairs with me and see what Chris was doing for himself. If he knew about it already, I could tell by his reaction. I could still hear some faint yelling, letting me know they weren't done.

Daniel let go of my wrist finally, following me closely behind as we went to Chris's room. He was so close that my ass would graze him at times. I walked faster, trying to put some distance between us, but he would match my pace. It didn't matter though, as I was determined to get him to Chris' room.

Please let this plan work.

I pushed the door open, smiling as Chris was still buried deep inside Layla. Using my best acting skills, I gasped as if this was the first I was seeing this. I placed my hand over my mouth, and looked as hurt as I could. Chris didn't stop, not even when he saw his father in the doorway.

"I'll be down when I'm done, Dad," Chris told him, thrusting into Layla harder.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My eyes quickly locked with Daniel's, looking at him utterly dumbfounded. He looked at me guiltily as he pulled me out of the room, closing the door behind us.

"Aren't you going to do anything? He's fucking the damn maid!" I yelled, utterly outraged.

"We all fuck our maids. That's what they're there for. Don't act so surprised, Lisa. If you didn't know this already, then your father did a very good job of hiding his affairs."

His words stung as I thought back to my childhood. I remembered our maid Tonya spending a long time in Dad's office when it was time to clean it. I just thought Dad kept his office very dirty, but God was I am idiot.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, running to the nearest bathroom, and emptying the juice I had just drunk in the kitchen. Daniel watched me from the doorway as I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth.

"I'm sorry, Lisa. I thought you knew." When his eyes next met mine, they softened. "I am sure this hurts, but on the bright side, you know that you can fool around, too."

I shook my head, not able to believe what he was telling me. What if I had actually loved Chris? What if he was a good guy, and I had fallen for him? This would have broken me, and Daniel would have been okay with it. He thought it was okay because I could be unfaithful, too. What absolute crap was that?

"I'm not like that!" I shook my head, but I guess I was, seeing as I was technically engaged to Chris, but having sex with Davis.

"We're all like that. We all have a carnal need, one we need to satisfy. Humans aren't meant to be monogamous. I think you know that, Lisa," he said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as panic rose in me when I heard the lock click.

"Satisfying my carnal need. I'm going to help you forget the pain my son just caused you. Don't worry, my dear. I know exactly what I'm doing," he said, stalking his way towards me like I was some sort of prey.

"No, I don't want that. You're his father! What's the matter with the two of you?!"

"Come now, Lisa. Doesn't the forbiddenness of it just call to you? Sleeping with your future husband's father. It's hot as hell." He smirked wickedly at me, undressing me with his eyes.

"If you come near me, I will hurt you. I'm telling you no, so unlock that door and let me out."

"Lisa, it's okay. I will not tell him. Just let me take over."

He was on a mission and it was one I would not let him accomplish. I took my stance, the one I used last night on Davis. I would beat his sorry ass before he ever had time to touch me. Daniel froze for a moment as he noticed my fist held in front of my face. He chuckled at the sight, probably thinking I couldn't do much.

"Lisa, I'm serious. I won't tell Chris. This isn't a test, it's just a deep desire. One I'm sure you feel too." God, this guy was delusional.

"And I'm telling you I don't care about that. I don't want to do this with you."

Daniel slowly continued to make his way towards me, trying to close the space between us. When his hand reached for my wrist, I punched his side, hard, the way Davis taught me. He winced, grabbing his side, surprised by the pain I had brought him.

I kicked behind his knee, using his shock to my advantage. He fell to the floor before me, letting me run past him towards the door. Just as I had unlocked it, he grabbed my hair, pulling me back to him.

He pulled me to his chest roughly, his arm wrapping around my stomach as his lips grazed my neck. My stomach twisted, and I gagged as he kissed my skin.

"Get off me!" I yelled, shoving at his arm around my waist.

I took a breath, trying to calm my mind and find a way out. I was not used to these kinds of situations, and I could feel my mind panicking. My thoughts were jumbled, and it was hard to focus as I tried to remember everything Davis had taught me so far.

I pulled my arm up, elbowing Daniel hard in the stomach behind me. His grip loosened around me for a moment, allowing me to turn and face him. I punched him in the throat, not giving him time to recuperate. I then kneed him in the balls and pushed him back.

I ran out of there so fast, not looking where I was going, and running straight into Chris with tears in my eyes. Never did I think I would be happy to see him, but at this moment, I was. He furrowed his brow as he saw my tears and panicked expression. He looked behind me, finding his dad leaving the bathroom I had just come out of.

"You fucking whore. That's my father!" He yelled, striking me in the face so hard I could taste blood.

My hand instinctively went to the spot, surprised by his accusation. I don't know why I keep over estimating his intelligence. Clearly, he couldn't read a situation correctly to save his life. I pushed down the pain, the anger, the hurt, and ran past him down the stairs and towards the front door.

I fiddle with my phone, almost dropping it as I tried to call Davis. My feet fumbled, almost tripping down the stairs a few times with the speed I was traveling. Thankfully, I caught myself on the rail. There was an urgent need to escape this place and be back in Davis' arms. This was hell on earth and I couldn't survive it.

"Lisa?" Davis' voice echoed from my phone. "I'm coming. Open the door for me."

I didn't have to say a word for him to understand that something was wrong. I rushed to the door, opening it and stepping out into the cool morning air. My eyes caught sight of Davis getting off his bike across the street.

My world came crashing down all around me as I witnessed his feet slide out from under him as my dad's car hit him. He had been looking at me when he crossed, too focused on reaching me to see the vehicle approaching. He rolled off the hood and onto the road, motionless. A gut wrenching yell escaped my lips as I ran towards him, begging the universe that he not be dead. Dad's chauffeur was freaking out as he ran out of the car, coming around to stand beside Davis and I on the ground.

My eyes caught sight of the blood on the pavement seeping from Davis. The tears wouldn't stop as I crouched over him. He was conscious, but just barely. Felix, the chauffeur, was calling 911 beside me as I held Davis' hand.

"Lisa, what are you doing?" Dad asked as he finally got out of his car. "Do you know this man?"

I nodded my head, unable to say a word through the tears and sobs that were leaving me.

"Who is he to you?" Dad asked, suspecting something was amiss.

I couldn't answer as I continued to sob. I didn't care that Dad saw me caress Davis lovingly. My hands brushed over his face and his hair tenderly as he fought to stay conscious. I kissed his forehead, being careful not to move him. My hand gripped him tightly, refusing to ever let go.

"Lisa, get away from him before Chris sees," Dad demanded, trying to keep the contract in place. I shook my head at him.

"No!" I finally found my voice again. "You can go in there, but I'm never entering that house again. You can ask them what happened, but it'll be more lies than truth. Do what you want, Dad. I am not going through with this any longer."

"The hell you're not! I will not lose half my company because of you. You're getting married to Chris whether I have to drag you there at gunpoint or not."

I was going to argue back, but the sound of the ambulance siren caught my ears. My eyes caught sight of it as it came up the hill towards us. The paramedics quickly hopped down, surrounding Davis, and asking me to step back so they could work. Dad took the chance to put his hand around my arm and hold me tightly in place. He would not let me go, but to hell with it if he thought I wouldn't fight to be by Davis' side.

"Are you riding along?" The paramedic asked.

"No," Dad responded at the same time I told them "yes."

They looked at the two of us, confused, but I pulled my arm out of Dad's grip, stepping forward. I jumped into the back of the ambulance, seeing Dad's red face as they closed the ambulance doors. I knew I was going to pay for this, but I didn't care right now. All my thoughts and worries were solely on Davis and whether he would be okay.

I couldn't lose him.