Sleeping With My Father's Enemy

Chapter No.4

Elara De Luca:

“No, it was nothing. It was just Dad. He wanted to come visit me here in New York, so I was worried, as I didn’t want him to come over here and find out that I was working for your company.” I lied, and he looked at me with an arched brow.

“Are you sure that is all, Elara?” he asked, giving me that intimidating look he gave to find out if the person was lying or not.

“Yes, why would you ask it like that?” I asked. “I know you and my father have problems but don’t take them out on me. I am innocent over here. And something tells me that it is not just business rivalry I am sensing over here; it is personal. Am I right?”

“And why would you assume that it is personal?” he asked. “I never said anything about business or personal between your father and me, so how come you assume that?”

“Oh please, Valentino. I have been working for you for the last six months and the way you talk about my father gives me a clear view that it is not just business but personal too, like you have known my father long before I was born.” I replied, “So, is it business or personal?”

“None of your business because this is between him and me.” he snapped with gritted teeth, and I frowned sensing that I just hit on his nerve with my words.

“Hey, man. With this attitude of yours, you aren’t get anything but my hatred and anger.” I state, “If you want me to come over with you, then you need to learn how to be polite and to keep my father out of it because he and I are different persons. I have my own personality but you won’t understand that. You will keep comparing me with him or doubting me because of him.”

He looked at me for a moment, took a deep breath and sighed.

“You’re right. I am sorry for always comparing you to him and doubting you.” He said, “From now on, I promise you that I won’t compare you to him.”

“And what about doubting?” I asked, hoping to find out if he had learned to trust me.

“Well, for that, I can’t promise.” He replied, “But I will try not to. I know you are trying to see if I trust you or not. The answer is I do because if I hadn’t, then you wouldn’t have been sitting on that desk and working as my assistant. But I don’t trust you blindly, though, as I am not a fool.”

“Thank you for being honest with me.” I tell him honestly, “So, shall we get going?”

“We should, or Valentine is going to kill me for not bringing you on time because she is cooking dinner.” He replied with a chuckle and headed to his mansion.

After reaching Valentino's grand mansion, I was greeted by the butler and a housekeeper who took my coat and guided me to the family room while Valentino went upstairs to change. There was no sign of Valentine, so I looked around for her, when all of a sudden, she came out of nowhere and freaked me out from behind.

“Boo!” she booed, and I screamed, placing my hand on my heart. “Got ya!”

“Oh my God! Valentine!” I panted, and she laughed and then hugged me.

“Sorry, I was just messing around.” She apologized “You were looking for me so I decided to make it a little interesting.”

“Yeah, you definitely did, Val.” I said with a chuckle and hugged her back “So, what’s the occasion for you to invite me over here?”

“Maybe you can help me convince my father to let me go and study fashion design in Milan, " she replied, and my eyes widened.

“What? Are you serious? Do you want to go to Italy? But why? There are several of the best fashion schools here, so why do you want to go to Italy especially?” I asked, worried that my father might hurt her in any way, not physically but emotionally. My father can never hurt anyone physically, but emotionally, he can, and he is very good at it.

“Who wants to go to Italy?” came the voice of Valentino, who came downstairs, showered, and changed into casual sweatpants and a black T-shirt. When my eyes landed on him, I gasped in surprise because the man looked so hot, he was putting me on fire, at least he was putting my p***y on one.

Why can’t he look like an filthy old man so I won’t lust after him? Why does he have to be so hot?

“Save me,” Valentine mouthed pinching on my arm as we both stood side by side looking at Valentino. She was looking at him scared, while I was staring at him out of pure lust.

“I…I am,” I lied to save her. “My dad just called and wants me to come and meet him on the weekend, or he will fly over here to meet me.”

"Could you explain why you didn't tell me you were leaving?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked towards Valentine and me. He then smiled at his daughter, hugged her, and kissed her cheek.

“I hope you are doing well, my angel.” He said, “Later, tell me all about how your day went today, okay?” He asked, and she nodded with a smile. Again, Valentino is indeed a great father; I wish my father had been attentive in my life like this instead of throwing me down to nannies.

“Ok, Dad. I will.” She replied, kissing her father’s cheek. Then, their attention turned towards me.

“You didn’t answer my question, Elara,” Valentino said, this time in a deep and dominating tone. “Are you going to Italy?”

“Yeah, I need to go there, or my father will come here, and that’s the last thing I want.” I lied, if it saves Valentine for now then I am okay with it.

“Great! I will join you if you don’t mind because I have been planning to go on a trip to Italy for the past few months. And don’t worry; I will make sure that your father doesn’t find out that you work for me.” He said with a wink. My eyes widened in shock, while Valentine’s widened in excitement because she knew that she might have a chance to convince her father to let her study fashion in Italy.

“What? No, you can’t….I mean…I jus…” I couldn’t find myself to make it out of fear because my father has asked me to keep him busy over here, not to get attached to him.

“Can’t you figure out a perfect excuse, Elara?” Valentino asked with a chuckle and ruffled my hair. “Either I am joining you, or you aren’t going at all, and if you still want to go without me, then I will have no choice but to fire you. The choice is yours. What is it going to be?” he asked. Valentine mouthed, “Please,” and I sighed because I had no other option.

“Fine, you can come, but Valentine is going to come with us too.” I announced “She was asking to join me for a trip before you came over here. She wants to explore Italy and asked me to be her tourist.”

"That's fine," Valentino said, smiling at his daughter who beamed with joy. "Is dinner ready, or are you trying to convince me of something?"

“What? Why would you think that, dad?” Valentine gasped, acting to be hurt. I chuckled, shaking my head, and patted her shoulder before taking a seat on the couch.

“So, what did you cook for dinner, Val? I am starving.” I asked as I watched her smile before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving me alone with Valentino.

We remained silent for a few minutes as I leaned back on the couch to rest my aching back after being on my feet all day in heels. Although I do not personally prefer wearing heels, they are necessary for maintaining a professional appearance. Suddenly, Valentino sat next to me on the couch, turned me around so my back faced him, and looked over my shoulder at him.

“Wh…What are you doing?” I asked, stammering, my eyes nervous while his were unreadable, just like his facial expression at the moment.

“From tomorrow onward I don’t want to see you wearing any heels again.” He growled, “Wear what makes you feel comfortable, little one. Now lean against the arm of the couch so I can give you a back massage.” He ordered, and I shook my head because I was afraid that I would end up losing myself in his arms with just one touch of his hand, just like that first day when I met him for an interview and ended up having the best s*x of my life.

“I…I don’t think it is a good idea.” I murmured, trying to get up from the couch when he grabbed my arm and made me lay down on the sofa, rolling me over so I was lying on my belly with my back to him. I felt him cover my body with his and grind his hard-on against my ass and whispered as a moan emitted out of me.

“Well, I think it is a marvelous idea.” He whispered in my ear, bit and licked on it, sending sparks to travel right between my legs. I wanted this man, but he was my father’s enemy and so very forbidden with a huge age gap between us.

“Either you let me give you a back massage or let me f**k you hard and raw from behind. So, what is it going to be?” he asked, running his hand on my back seductively while I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning and giving in to him. “The way your body is shivering under me gives the perfect knowledge that both ideas excite you, but the second one arouses you, and I kind of love it.”

“Pl…Please let me go. Your daughter can come anytime.” I murmured in barely an audible voice.

“Which is why you should tell me where we should continue this? At your place or my bedroom because you can bet that sweet ass of yours that we are having s*x tonight and you are going to love every damn moment of it.” He murmurs, running his hand all over my body and slipping it underneath my dress at first to cup my s*x and groan out when he finds my panties wet.

“f**k, my little one! You’re already ready for me.” His voice was deep and full of need. “As much as I want to finger f**k this tight p***y of yours, this is not the place, at least not now, but it will be soon.” He whispers in my ear as he pulls out his hands from my dress.

His perfect hands stopped on my back, where he put pressure and began to massage. I tried to suppress the moan of pleasure and relief, but his hands were doing magic on my back that I couldn’t do anything and moan.

“Now, that’s the sweet moan I want to hear when I am deep inside of you.” He announced, raising the hem of my skirt enough to slip his hand inside and grab onto my inner thighs once again.

“And, I will definitely love to taste that sweet nectar of your p***y, and I am damn well sure that you won’t be resisting but begging and pleading for more just like you did last time on my office couch. I want to f**k you right now, but this has to be done on the proper bed of my bedroom instead of the couch once again.”

“Pl…Please stop. Please don’t talk like that.” I pleaded.

“Why? Because I am making you weak? Making you needy?” he asked. “If I slip my fingers inside of your panties, will you stop me? And don’t you dare lie to me because you know how much I hate liars.”

At that moment, I remembered my father’s goal and felt guilty because I had been lying to this man since the beginning. However, if I didn’t tell him what I felt right now, then I would be lying to myself, too. I didn’t want to admit it, but I don’t know what took over me, and I blurted out.

“Yes…yes, you will find me always find me wet down there because you turn me on when you shouldn’t because you are my father’s age and it’s bad. We share a vast age gap.”

I tell him. He was about to answer when his daughter walked out of the kitchen with staff members and he pulled back in a hurry. Thank God, that Valentine was too busy guiding the staff to serve the food on the table that she didn’t see us.

“Fix yourself up. We are going to talk later because we are not done.” He announced getting up from the couch, tried to fix his raging hard-on and walked into the dining room, leaving me alone to gather my thoughts and fix my clothing.

“What is happening to me? Why are my feelings towards this man getting stronger and uncontrollable day by day?” I murmured to myself when he was out of sight and I fixed my clothing.

After fixing it up, I stood up and searched for my heels but they weren’t there and I rolled my eyes as I walked bare-foot to the dining room where I saw him sitting on the head chair of the dining room with an arrogant smile on his face while Valentine was placing the dishes on the table along with the staff.

“Here, let me help you with that.” I volunteered to help, but she refused.

“No, you are the guest over here so you are going to enjoy the food I cooked and give me the reviews,”

Valentine said, and I smiled, nodding my head. Just when I was about to sit on the chair, out of nowhere a staff member arrived holding some hot gravy and bumped into me, spilling the burning hot gravy all over my chest and I screamed in it contact with the skin of my chest.

“Oh my God, Elara!!” I heard Valentine and Valentino shout in worry.