The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Tessa's POV

I groan when the loud ringing sound of my phone booms into my ears, disturbing the silence of the room and my beauty sleep. I groan again and wince a little when I feel the soreness in my kitty. I open my eyes and notice the space beside me is empty.

Trevor is gone.

I never thought of having sex with father and son but now that it has happened, I feel proud of myself. This is something I can use to brag about to my friends.

Trevor's father is indeed a maniac in bed. And he is huge. I fucking love the sex with him and he seems better than his son, Aidan.

Trevor filled me up, making me scream out in pain and pleasure because of my tightness. He didn't give me enough time to adjust to his size before he began to move in on me, violently and urgently, ignoring my screams and cries. I feel the cries were pushing him to the edge because his thrust became harder.

My dad's name flashes on the screen of my phone as I pick it up with my half-closed eyes. I ain't moving from the bed because of the soreness. I am laying with my back to the bed and the phone glued to my ears. I only stretch my hand to the nightstand to grab the phone. Trevor must have helped me keep it there.

I wonder why the father is calling. He just noticed my absence.

"Where the hell are you Tessa?" His loud voice thunders into the phone from the other side, making me take the phone off my ears for a while and close my eyes in irritation.

"Tessa?" He calls again.

"I am out, dad", I mutter tiredly.

to where?" He

dad", I reply in the same tone as

from the two hours of sex, I can feel my wetness, just at the mere thought of having Trevor teach me what Aidan wants in bed again. I feel like having sex again, with him or any other man,

you we would go to work together today, didn't he?" He yells. I hate it when dad yells at me. It makes me feel

him to the office today. I hate working and I wonder why he

I finally agreed but here I am on the bed, after a rough sex with my father-in-law and my father on the phone yelling

I

"You forgot?"

already told you I

what it means to be a CEO? Do you think you

are shouting,

you learn to be responsible?" I am quiet. I am tired of the conversation already and I feel

fucking talking to you." He grouse because

I am less interested in what he is saying. Why can't he just get it

aren't you

to say, dad. I already told you I am sorry but you keep shouting at me when you know

he says after a moment of silence, as if thinking of the right word to

I feel like shouting at him to shut the fuck up. I don't need to work to make money, I believe the