My mouth fell open in shock.

"What are you doing here?" My dad growled out under his breath. His eyes darkened with what seemed to be anger.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself before I said my next words.

"I'm here with Vince. What are you doing here?"

The rage in his face seemed to grow more prominent at the mention of his name. He was wearing a suit like all the other men here, fitting into the crowd better than I would expect. I had forgotten that my dad was usually invited to events like these.

"Where is Vincent?" He demanded, ignoring my question. His eyes darted around the room, looking for him.

"I-I don't know, he let me go a couple of minutes ago." My words falling out all at once. My hand gripped onto the edge of the counter in shock. My dad was here. The last time I saw him was more than a month ago and I didn't expect to see him at all anytime soon either.

"You can help me escape, right?" I lifted my gaze, peering at my dad. He narrowed his eyes and he rubbed his forehead, weary. I didn't miss the glint of irritation in his eyes.

"There is no escaping, Darcy. He has men all over the place, there's no way we'll be able to even be able to make it out of the room."

"Precisely, Mr. Hale." I suddenly heard a voice behind me. I tensed when an arm slipped around my waist tugging me towards their body. I glanced up to see Vince now standing next to me.

My dad's eye lowered to his arm that was around my waist. A displeased judging look passed his face before he met eyes with Vince.

"Vincent." My dad said, grimly, narrowing his eyes. They were both intimidating men, standing at almost the same menacing height with Vince a couple of inches taller. They glared at each other, almost as if they were having a heated conversation through their eyes.

I cleared my throat, clearly uncomfortable and Vince flashed him a haughty smile, before pulling me closer to him, taunting him and it seemed to be working too much when I noticed my dad clench his fists.

I gave him an innocent smile but I knew if anything, I was the guilty one here. 

"Your daughter has been excellent company," Vince spoke, moving his free hand to move a strand of hair out of my face. "It's a shame she'll be leaving in a month."

He had an excellent tongue, knowing exactly which words to say to press my dad's buttons. My dad's jaw clenched, his hands balling into a fist on his sides once again.

I stood there, idly, knowing I wasn't going to be able to do anything while the whole scene played out before me. 

"I'll get you your money, just keep your hands off of her." My dad warned him in a low, menacing tone. If only he knew...

Vince chuckled humorlessly, his hand traveling lower to give a gentle but firm squeeze at my hip. "As long so you keep up your end of the deal." So he was gloating.

His grip on my hip loosened and I let out a sigh, glad he didn't reveal to my dad that we were screwing behind his back. My dad knew nothing about the multiple times where I had crossed the lines with Vince and I wasn't planning on telling him either.

I wasn't even sure whose side I was on. I knew Vince was supposed to be the enemy but I couldn't help but feel my dad was the one truly at fault.

I could feel Vince's hand slowly trail down to my ass before giving it a tight squeeze. I held back the gasp that almost escaped my throat, pressing my lines into a tight line.

I could feel the tension between them as they stared at each other as if they were having a silent telepathic conversation they didn't want me to hear. There was more to all of this. More than what I knew and they weren't telling me.

I cleared my throat once again and they finally broke off eye contact, their attention focusing back on me. I removed Vince's hand off my body before asking the bartender, who had been there to witness that entire thing, for another drink.

"Don't get drunk again." Vince reminded me in a low tone. I rolled my eyes before waving my hand dismissively.

"You're starting to act like my dad," I quipped, grabbing the glass that was set in front of me on the countertop. "Don't do this, don't do that."

Vince snorted and my dad gave me another disapproving look. I could practically feel his judging stare at the back of my head as I started to bring the glass to my lips. I paused, glancing at the two of them as they watched me.

God, you're such a disappointment, Darcy. You were raised better than this.

Knowing there was nothing my dad could do, I rolled my eyes, something I knew I would never do if I was completely sober. I raised the glass towards them, a prideful smirk on my face before raising the glass to my lips, once again.

I cried out when the glass was ripped out of my hands.

"What the h—" I started to say but was rudely cut off.

"She's underage and you're letting her drink?" My dad seethed with the glass now in his hand. His grip on the glass was so tight, I was sure it was going to break into pieces.

I let out a large exaggerated sigh, crossing my arms.

"She's 18, she knows how to take care of herself." Vince dismissed him, almost derisively.

My dad seemed like he wanted to say something but held himself back, thinking better of the situation.

"Come dance with me, Darcy." Vince proposed, but it didn't seem like much of a question.

I scoffed before taking my drink back from my dad. Reluctantly he let me have the glass back.

"I can't dance," I drawled before taking a long slow drink of alcohol. At this point, I was going to get drunk in no time.

I noticed that a couple more people had joined the dance floor, slow dancing as the slow romantic music started to play.

"I don't give a damn," Vince said as he held out his hand, refusing to take no for an answer. His lips curved into a dashing smile as he waited for me to take his hand. He had a really nice smile.

I could feel my dad's glare on the side of my head, burning holes into my skull. A sly smirk appeared on my lips as I decided to do the exact opposite my dad wanted.

"I'm really bad," I warned Vince one last time before I took his hand, participating in his little scheme to provoke my dad further. Shockingly enough, he didn't try to stop us.

Vince pulled me onto the floor, among the other people before placing a hand on my waist and I hesitantly placed mine on his shoulders. I stifled a breath, growing tense as we began to dance.

He took the lead, doing most of the work while I tried to keep up. I soon realized that seemed completely clueless as he guided me with ease, moving with the music.

I cursed under my breath when I stepped on his foot before apologizing. He simply moved his foot, unfazed. We continued and this time I was careful to not step on him again. I had never been the graceful type of girl, hence the reason why I was making a fool of myself by even trying.

I stopped, pulling my hands away from him, giving up. He paused too, a humorous look on his face as he watched me.

"I told you I was bad," I said, pursing my lips before crossing my arms. He chuckled.

I didn't fail to notice his eyes flickering below my face to my breasts that were slightly pushed up from my crossed arms. His eyes flickered back up and I narrowed my eyes.

Everyone else around us continued dancing around us while we stood right in the middle of it all. I glanced back to the bar we were once at to see my dad take a sip from a glass of alcohol, staring at us like a hawk. Maybe this was Vince's plan all along. He knew that my dad was going to be here so he brought me just to rub it in his face.

"Did you know my dad was going to be here?" I voiced my thoughts and turned my head back to look at Vince once again. His lip twitched, holding back a smile.

"Yes." He replied, curtly, before starting to lean down. Before I could even realize what was happening, his lips met mine.

I could feel every nerve in my body explode. Without even thinking, my body responded and pressed against his. I kissed him back with the same passion, tasting the scent of whiskey in his mouth. A low groan escaped my lips as my hands wrapped around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to me.

I had never been a fan of PDA but Vince's soft yet demanding lips made everyone in the room slip away. His hands traveled down my spine and I suddenly pulled away, realizing what he was doing.

My eyes looked over to the bar once again to see my dad's heated glare. My eyes widened, mortified when my dad angrily walked off.

Vince had used me in his little ploy to piss my dad off and I had played along, completely clueless.

"Let's go." I heard him say. I pulled my face out of my hands before staring at him in shock. Was that the only reason he came here? To piss off my dad?

"You brought me here just to anger my dad?" I hissed, glowering at him. I had raised my voice an octave higher at the pleased look plastered on his face. How could I be so stupid? So gullible? So... naïve?

Vince sighed. "Yes, now let's go." He motioned for me to go. I didn't budge and instead, I glared at him angrily.

"Darcy-" He started to say, but I walked off before he could finish. I heard him call out for me but I walked away further, trying to find my dad.

I couldn't leave on the terms we were now, I had to apologize or at least explain before he jumped to conclusions. I woke my way through the room, trying my best to not bump into anyone but before I could make it any further someone stepped in front of me, blocking my way.

"Excuse me," I muttered, trying to walk around them but they held out an arm, stopping me. I looked up, meeting eyes with the man blocking me, immediately recognizing him as one of Vince's bodyguards.

"Let's go." I heard Vince's voice echo from behind me. I spun around to see a slightly irritated look on his face. He walked past me and his bodyguard, motioning me to follow. His bodyguard shoved me towards Vince, forcing me to go.

"But I have to—"

"Go." His deep voice demanded and I had no choice but to comply. I unhappily obeyed, walking out of the room behind Vince.

....

When we arrived back at the penthouse, I immediately called my dad. I waited impatiently as the phone rang. Tapping my feet, the phone rang for the sixth time before going to voicemail. I sighed, calling him again but this time, it went straight to voicemail. So he was ignoring me.

"There's no use, he's not going to answer."

I turned my head to see Vince with a smug look on his face as he took off his suit jacket. Locking up my worry and rage, I calmly placed my phone down on the kitchen counter, knowing that he was right.

"This is your fault," I said in a low tone, angry. If I was being honest, it wasn't all his fault. My dad was mad but I couldn't place all the blame on Vince when I had willingly participated in it.

Vince chuckled, taking a large step towards me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stood my ground and refused to back off.

"I admit, it was partially my fault but if I did recall correctly... " He reached out, his hand cupping the side of my face as his eyes centered on lips. And just like that, I could already hear the filthy thoughts inside my head as he brushed his thumb across my lips. I didn't flinch or even move. "... you did kiss me back."

I reached my hand up, wrapping it around his wrist before pushing his hand away, knowing he was right. My heart pounded in my chest as he tilted his head to the side, arching a brow.

Fuck, stop admiring him, Darcy.

My gaze instinctively dropped down to his lips. I could still vividly remember the taste of his mouth that was once mine not too long ago.

The things I'd do just to—

He interjected my thoughts when he leaned down, his face close to mine. He paused for a second, looking into my eyes. He was so infuriating yet so intoxicating. His eyes bore into mine before gently brushing his lips against mine. It caught me off guard and I tensed before I finally reacted back.

Why did my body long for him like this? I could never resist him, never hold myself back.

The way his tongue flicked over my bottom lip made my pussy tremble for more. The kiss was raw with passion and he was brutal with my mouth, plunging his tongue through my lips. His lips tasted mine, devoured, explored me in such a way it was as if he was invading my every crevice.

Why must he be so perfect? His kisses, his touch, his dick were all so addictive.

His lips left mine for a second, finding the zipper at the back of my dress before tugging it down. He slipped the dress down my body, letting it fall into a puddle on the floor.

A dangerous lustful look settled on his face once he realized I hadn't been wearing anything underneath.

"You didn't wear fucking panties all night?" He growled out, cupping one of my breasts, admiring it. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips and he received his answer.

My hands trailed up his muscular figure, to his tie, beginning to untying it. His eyes bore into mine as he watched me fumble with his tie before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

I bit down on my bottom lip at how irresistible he looked right now. The nerves were pulsating, the throbbing ache becoming unbearable between my lips. I needed him more than I'd liked.

I tore his top off and tossed it off to the side. I yelped in surprise when he picked me up with ease before laying me down on the couch.

His eyes were stormy with lust as he crawled over my body, making his way to my lips. He claimed my mouth with his own, fucking my mouth all over again. I whimpered, the sound hardly even recognizable as mine.

He drew back but only seconds after, he dove down to capture one of my breasts with his mouth. I gasped, his tongue flicking around my hardened nipples. Every nerve in my body felt electrified as my hands flew into his hair, tightly gripping onto it, messing up how neat it had once been. His mouth then switched his attention to my other nipple, harshly sucking on it, sending shocks to my core.

His mouth slowly and dreadfully traveled down my naked stomach, teasing me. He knew how he was torturing me and my hands clung onto his hair as I urged him lower. I was practically begging him at this point.

"Please." I pleaded, his warm breath fanning onto my skin.

He slowed down when he made it to my hips, placing a kiss right above the bone of my pelvis. I let out a low groan, frustrated.

He hooked a figure around the material of my thong before starting to remove it at an awfully slow pace. My thighs clenched as my legs wrapped around him. I was soaking and he was taking his sweet time.

Swiftly, without warning, his mouth met exactly where I wanted him. I let out a cry, squirming but he placed his hands on my hips, keeping me down. I cried out his name as the wet sound of his lips and tongue devouring me reached my ears. I bunched my hands in his hair at the pressure and sensations. My eyes squeezed shut as my hips buckled, bringing myself closer to him. I trembled underneath his touch as his touch entered me. Oh... my... God...

"F-fuck, Vince!"

He was like a professional, knowing exactly where I wanted him. His tongue thrust into me and I shut my eyes, allowing myself to lose control.

Who was this man and how was he so good? His grip on my hips was firm as he ate me out, dominating and controlling me. I felt his tongue move up, finding my clit, forcing the desperate moans out from the back of my throat.

Suddenly, his lips left my body. My eyes flew open to see Vince unbuckling his pants. My eyes widened at the large dent in his pants that seemed almost painful. He freed the erection in his pants and a gasp almost escaped my lips at the sight of the thick and veined cock.

He climbed over me, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. The intensity and emotion behind them were unreadable.

If I had to give up half my lifespan to know exactly what was running through his mind, I would. To figure out what he was thinking, what he was feeling, and most of all, what he felt towards me.

He watched me, taking in every flaw, every blemish of my body. But the way he looked at me was almost unreal. The way his admiring eyes looked at me like I was some kind of goddess to be worshipped made me tremble underneath his gaze. He said no words, but his eyes said it all.

I felt him position himself at my entrance before entering me, slowly. My eyes widened, our gazes still locked together as he slowly sank into me until he was fully inside of me. My mouth fell open, the same pain lingering before it started to fade once he started to move inside me.

I knew we weren't just fucking anymore. Fucking meant no emotions, no strings, nothing but at the moment, the raw passion I felt for Vince was undeniable.

His swift thrusts entered and exited me, stretching me out once again. His manhood probed inside me as I found his rhythm, my hips meeting his. I cried out my nails digging into his back as my legs wrapped around his torso, bringing him closer.

Our eyes were locked on each other, never breaking apart as if we were searching for each other's soul in them. The burning intensity in his darkened hungry eyes made me want to look away but I couldn't. They captivated my eyes, refusing to let me break away.

He lowered his head and kissed me, firmly. I moaned into his mouth as he hit just the right spot, sending quivers of pleasure throughout my body. The faint stubble on his chin scratched my skin and we could both taste our hunger for each other underneath the faint taste of alcohol. I ran my tongue over his lips before sucking on his bottom lip, relishing every moment.

He groaned into my mouth, the sound of a frustrated man his thrusts growing more intense.

"Don't stop." My voice came out as a plea. He circled his hips, ploughing into me, stretching me wider and wider. He stroked my inner walls harsher and more frantic than ever before. His short grunts and groans only drew me closer to the edge.

The pressure and pleasure built higher and higher but I held myself tight, wanting it to last as long as I could physically withstand but he leaned his mouth into my ear, whispering something that caught me by surprise.

"We fit so perfectly together." He growled out huskily. "Remember how this feels, Darcy."

A throaty moan left my lips in response before I began to realize that I simply couldn't hold on any longer. I cried out as I came apart, clenching and spasming around him, I shut my eyes, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, almost sobbing in pleasure.

"Darcy," He hissed out, his husky gruff voice making the orgasm even more intense if that was even possible. Seconds later, I felt his swell inside of me before he grew close, his breaths growing harsher.

His head was damp with sweat as dug his face into my neck. I felt him release his hot creamy liquid inside of me as he groaned into my ear and I shuddered around him, his release sending even more pleasurable sensations to my core.

"Vince!" I cried out his name as another wave pulsed through me, harsher than the last. The air filled with our ragged breathing and seconds after, I finally opened my eyes, the tingling feeling still lingering.

Vince was watching me, unmoving from his position. His semi-hard erection stayed inside me, and I felt him beginning to grow hard once again.

My mouth went dry as he held my eyes with his, unable to break away. My chest rose and fell at an irregular rate as I tried to catch my breath.

I didn't want to acknowledge the unfamiliar growing feeling inside my chest. I wanted to ignore the tension and emotions between us but I couldn't. Pressing my lips together to prevent any unwanted thoughts from slipping through my lips, I stared back into his eyes with the same intensity.

I didn't want to feel this way. If only I hadn't been so horny all the time and stayed within my lines. The intimacy and raw passion were so unbelievably strong I just wanted to forget all of this and go back to when we hadn't slept together yet.

But I couldn't go back now, I was already in too deep. And deep inside, I knew that I didn't want to go back.