There was a sudden deem lights, Layla remembers someone, who was Don her father telling her to go lay down and rest. “It has been a tough day, and we can't get home at this hour, It is late already, just have a rest here!” He said. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that her father stood, watching her in a distant, approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Layla, he put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

She grabbed for the bed in the darkness, and to her surprise, there was someone in it! A pair of hot hands wrapped around her waist. She could feel her body being pressed under a man's body. It made her dizzy.

She was so hot and sweaty as his body rested against hers. His face was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face. It seemed as though she was being watched. She could see a dark shadow lurking from the window; then, she heard a low, magnetic voice saying, “all the best my son”

His kiss was warm and wet, and he caressed her lips with his. His big hands ripped off her skirt impatiently as she struggled to get the words “No” from her mouth. She was incoherent, she groaned unconsciously. He entered her slowly, and she grabbed him by the shoulder and said,” It hurts!”

The man stopped suddenly and said, “you are really a virgin! Just as your father had said!” She was speechless from the pain. He stretched out his hand, gently moved her hair from her cheek, and whispered, “You sweet little thing, how you have pleased me, I hope this won't be the last time to have you here.”

He instantly moves fast and hard. It's rough, it's urgent, it happens. She feels a burst of warm rush through her body, and all her muscles tighten. She blushed as the blood came rushing to her face. He then stopped for a while, breathing heavily and watching over Layla struggle with pain as she turned her body from side to side, he immediately stopped her movements by holding her thighs tight, he slowly moved his head, as Layla felt his warm breath moving down her body, through her stomach to her pussy. Suddenly, he started leaking it with grieve, his eyes widened, she started to feel more in need as he sucked the liquids between her thighs. She was speechless, as voices came off her mouth, “No…no! Don't stop !" She grabbed her thighs once again with power as he forced himself between her them, she lacked power to resist this time, as she laid calmly, letting her mouth open and in addition, covering her eyes with her hands. She was nervous, but she could not prevent it, suddenly she had her arms raised, grabbing his back with energy as she moaned.

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She turned her head carefully and saw the side of a perfect face, with dark features, thick eyelashes, and jet-black eyes. Her thoughts suddenly froze. “I have no idea who this man is. How could I have sex with this man? But… But dad?” She murmured, as she remembered her dad, who brought her to this hotel to celebrate her birthday.

Her face was pale. She felt as though she was going to pass out. She must leave before he wakes up. Layla had no time to think. She removed the man's arm from her waist and got out of bed carefully.

The pain in her thighs made her legs feel weak. She latched on to the edge of the bed, and she went down on her knees. She got up and got herself dressed in last night's sexy dress. Tided up her hair casually and looked back at the man in the bed with a confused look. She headed to the door as quickly and quietly as she could.

The door of the presidential suite was left open, a small head peeked in and looked around to make sure there was no one else inside the room. A petite figure roamed up and down the corridors of the hotel.

Not long as she left, the lights in the room were switched on, a sudden man came in, his eyes were pale. He held a white cloth—it was a serviette he had brought with him—over the lower part of his face, so that his mouth and jaws were completely hidden… all of his forehead above his blue glasses was covered by a black scarf, and that another covered his ears, leaving not a scrap of his face exposed excepting only his pink, peaked nose. He wore a dark-brown velvet jacket with a high, black, linen-lined collar turned up about his neck. The thick black hair with spots of white hairs, escaping as it could below and between the cross scarf, projected in curious tails and horns, giving him the strangest appearance conceivable. His height was measurable by eyes as he was not much taller than he appeared of his age, his shoulders curvy shape made him look old as they bent In front, but he was still strong, as his body was muscular, his cheeks were pale-red, as he struggled to cover them with the scarf. The lights of the room flashed and had a reflection from his blue glasses, making it hard for anyone to see through them and have a look at his pale blue eyes.

He walked slowly towards the bed, as he maintained silent footsteps, walking carefully not to raise any alarm in the place, he raised his eyes and looked at the person lying on the side of the bed, covering his side of the head with his right arm raised across him.

“Hey… Wake up! Are you there?” The man said, as he held the other one in bed, grabbed him by his shoulders as he tried to wake him up. “Oh yeah! You are here!” He responded as he jumped on his feet, pulling his trouser that was half his feet towards his waist. Quickly tried to recompose himself and held his trouser tight, he struggled with lights as he attempted to open his eyes and leave them wide.

“How was it? Is she tough to handle?” Don asked putting a smile on his face, letting his wide eyes speak louder on his behalf, as he held his son-in-law by his shoulders, endeavoring to rest him aside the bed where he sat. “She Is so fucking cool, man! Damn it, how much do you need as dowry fee? I need her at my place by tomorrow." He responded back. The man looked older than Don, as his face was running away from wrinkles that were attacking it vigorously, his smile faded away after he had a message on his phone. He fumbled to locate his phone, and quickly moved towards the side of the bed, grabbed his phone, looked at it and quickly rushed towards the entrance of the luxurious room holding his untied trouser by the side close to his waist.