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Giselle slammed her third glass on the bar top after her last gulp. The sting in her throat burned terribly. To her left, Serayah rubbed her back in slow, soothing circles. To her right, Lawrose was checking his reflection in the back of a stainless steel ice spoon while sipping his drink amid the low buzz of chatter.

"Another round," Giselle muttered, waving the bartender over. Her eyes glistened from the tonics.

Lawrose leaned back, smirking. "You know, I can't be the only one happy about this. Giselle's marriage crashing and burning? Finally. Cheers to your freedom."

Serayah glared. "Law, that's fucked up. She's in pain."

Giselle snatched the fresh drink, gulping half down. She forced a laugh, but it cracked half way. "Nah, he's spot on. If I'd listened to him back then, I wouldn't be drowning my broken heart right now."

Lawrose set the spoon down and turned to her with a wide, bright smile. "And that is exactly why I am the happiest person in this room tonight. Honestly, Giselle? I can’t even pretend to be sad that your marriage is dead. It deserved to die."

Serayah glared at him. "Law, shut up. This is not the time to be happy. Look at her. Look! You can clearly see She’s falling apart."

Tears brimmed, and she swiped them fast, but one slipped free. Another swig at her drink burned it back.

"I’m fine," Giselle lied, her voice hitching as she signaled the bartender for another round. "I’m perfectly calm." She took a deep breath, but a sob escaped anyway. She covered her mouth with her hand, shaking.

"No, Serayah, let him speak," Giselle said, waving a hand dismissively. "By all means, Law, celebrate. Throw a party. If I had listened to you those years ago when you told me Chase was a snake, I wouldn't be sitting here with a broken heart."

Lawrose leaned in, tapping his manicured nails on the table. "Exactly. You finally see it. But the atmosphere in here is far too depressing. We should be doing something fun."

"I’m going to have to stop you right there," Giselle said, pointing a finger at him. "I am not in the mood for your type of fun."

"I second that," Serayah added. "She needs to process this, Law."

Lawrose rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful.

"Process what? Some asshole who ditched her?”

“The ass hole was her husband” Serayah said.

“And so fucking what?” Lawrose sips from his drink.

Giselle stared at her drink. "It’s just... it’s Valentine’s Day, Law."

"Exactly!" Lawrose raised his voice, drawing looks from a few nearby people. “Life's short, Giselle. Party. Why mope like a clogged drain while your ex is probably railing some slut on Valentine's? Balls deep in pussy that ain't yours?"

“Law stop it!” Serayah jettisoned, grinding her teeth.

"Oh please Serayah," He rolled his eyes, "Giselle, I carried out my dare in our last hangout. It's your turn today, Truth or dare?"

"My goodness, Law! You are unbelievable" Serayah yelled from where she sat.

Giselle's cheeks burned, The sheer thought of Chase with another woman sent a surge of white-hot rage through her veins. "Fuck it. Hit me with your harshest dare. I need to shake this shit off."

Just then, the door swung open, and a ravishingly hot muscular man in his late forties strode in. Tall,a literal giant with his silver and black hair neatly combed, ripped muscles stretching his black body hug teeshirt and loose fitting sweatpants, his print swinging as he walked past their table. He ordered a scotch at the bar, paid, and headed to a corner booth, settling in alone with his drink. He ordered scotch neat, paid, and claimed a corner booth, alone with his phone.

Lawrose's grin widened. He nudged at her. "My God!!! Fuck. Dare's on. Go seduce that hot daddy over there. Kiss him dirty. And by dirty, go dirty diana on him."

Serayah gasped. "Lawrose! Hell no. She's wasted, I will not be a party to this."

“Gurl aren’t we all wasted?” Lawrose sneered, turning to Giselle, “You doing your dare or nah?”

Giselle locked eyes on him, heart racing. Whatever possessed her genuinely ignited her. "Screw that. I'm in."

She rose, legs wobbly from liquor, but she smoothed her tight dress clinging to her tits and ass. Tipsy sway turned sultry catwalk, hips rolling as she closed in.

He looked up from his phone, brow furrowing. She slid into the seat across from him without asking.

"All alone tonight?" she purred.

He set his glass down, gaze absorbing her presence "Yes. And I'd like to keep it that way. Leave me alone, go bug someone else."

Giselle leaned forward, elbows on the table, cleavage pressing against the low neckline, enough for the man’s viewing pleasure. "I've been watching you since you walked in. Normally, a man does the chasing, but tonight? I'll give anything to be Daddy's naughty girl."

He froze, scotch paused mid-sip. His stare dragged over her curves, lingering on her lips, then lower. Now he was beginning to get intrigued. "You want to daddy’s naughty girl, huh? What's your play, sweetheart?"

She slowly licked her lips, the alcohol loosening her inhibitions. "No play daddy. Just a girl who needs a big daddy to make her feel like a woman. You look like you could make that happen."

He chuckled low, a rumble in his chest. "You’re quite bold for what you’re demanding. But I'm not in the mood for games either."

Giselle reached across, her fingers brushing his hand on the glass. "Then let's skip the games. Buy me a drink? Or better—take me somewhere private for an hour or less."

His eyes darkened, interest sparking. "When you're dealing with big daddy, he call’s the shots and you obey. Can you do that?”

“Yes daddy, hit me with your best shot.”

“I like that. Big daddy would be having you for the night. But then why me?"

"Because you look like you know what you want," she whispered, sliding closer. Her knee nudged his under the table. "And right now, I want to be wanted."

He set the glass down, signaling the bartender for another round. Two this time. His eyes heated, cock probably twitching under the table. "Feisty cunt. I like it.”

Giselle couldn’t believe she was spilling such profanities, perhaps it was the wine, she guessed. Or perhaps it was the built up sexual tension from wanting Chase to fuck her back in the hotel earlier that evening.

"You know,” she started, “You scream 'hard fuck' from a mile away," she whispered, knee nudging his thigh. "And right now, I want you to kiss me daddy. Make me your dirty secret."

He observed for a few minutes, biting a side of his thick lips and rubbing his beards. "Alright, you teasing whore. Let's see how wet you really are."

She took the glass, sipping while her hand slid up his arm, feeling his muscles. Sweet heat pooled between her legs. Alarms blaring in her head, fuck, the man was hot. She loved over to where her friends were sat and winked at them.

"So, what's got your panties soaked and begging for Daddy's dick? You ain’t got a man?" he murmured, thumb circling her wrist.

She shrugged, pulse hammering. "I used to but we are no longer together. It’s Valentines day daddy. Skip the sob story and fuck the dog waters out of me daddy."

"Deal." His palm slid over hers, squeezing. "No more small talk."

The grip zinged straight to her clit. She drained her drink, fire spreading. "Your room? Hotel's got beds begging for us to stain'em."

He arched a brow. "Sure about spreading for a stranger?"

Giselle stood, tugging his hand. "Dead fucking sure. Lead the way, Daddy. I'll follow on my knees if you want."

Damn, she was killing him and he was taking it all in. Before she could say something else, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. While he kissed the nape of her neck, Giselle looked over her friends and gives them a thumb up. She could see the excitement on Lawrose’s face. Serayah was indifferent but smiled back anyway.

The kiss continued, until he dropped some minted cash on the table and guided her out, his large palm hot on her lower back, dipping low to squeeze her ass cheek. The walk to the elevator was quiet. But the moment the doors shut, she shoved against him, mouth slamming his.

He devoured back, rough, tongue thrusting into her mouth. Hands clamped her waist, yanking her hips to grind on his bulge. She moaned loud, pussy aching, rubbing her soaked slit over his pants.

"Fuck, you're so fucking naughty," he rasped against her lips. Elevator dinged open and they broke their kissing fiesta, heaving.

His room was on the fifth floor and from the look of it, it was a suite. He slots the key card in, door open, and he pulled her inside, kicking it shut. He pinned her to the wall, teeth on her neck, biting hickeys.

“You still got time to change your mind about this and leave like nothing happened, naughty girl, because big daddy doesn’t stop until he is done battering that pussy,” he rasped huskily, his grip on her dangerously firm as his narrow eyes bored into her soul.

A part of her wanted to quit, the part that wanted to be faithful to Chase so badly, but damn she had not been touched in a painfully long time and wouldn’t loose a chance to be fucked by this hot daddy in front of her. She took a deep breath before moaning her words, “Go ahead, go all the way. Even if it hurts, Daddy. Don’t stop.”

And that was all the consent he needed to wreck her.