MARRIED TO MY SISTER'S FIANCEE

Chapter 1

LENA'S POV

I slammed the door behind me, my father's words still ringing in my ears.

"Sign the papers, Lena. Give up your shares. It's best for the company."

"Best for the company?" I had scoffed. Feeling hurt and betrayed by his quick decision to give up on my hard work to save the company. Did he not believe that a woman could run the company alone?

"Yes. We now have good backing. This is the best, I tell you." He was so happy, not caring that I had been raised to rule that company since I was a little girl.

"No. Best for Clarissa, your precious stepdaughter, who has conveniently engaged a billionaire."

"Lena, understand where I'm coming from. That company is my legacy. I have to do my best for it to prosper. It'll benefit even your offspring." Dad said while attempting to comfort me.

"So now, I am expected to step aside like I was nothing more than a placeholder in my own birthright?" I asked him with tears in my eyes.

"Shut up already about this birthright. This is more beneficial. Allow Clarissa the rightvtu your shares. I'll hear nothing more on the topic." He snapped.

"I've worked hard to get to the point I'm at now. I won't hand over my shares!" I yelled in anger.

"Lena!" Avira's voice pulled me from my rage as she tugged me down the sidewalk. "You need a break. We're going out."

She has been my best friend since we were five. And she knew everything going on with me just like I knew everything about her.

I blinked at her. "Where?"

A slow smirk curved her lips as she winked. "Somewhere you can forget everything for a while."

"Whenever you wink, it's not good " I laughed.

"Doesn't matter. Let's dress up to match the vibe." She smiled.

We entered a small boutique for a change of outfit and also to relax before it was time. I guessed from the outfit that it would be a bar.

The club was a world away from my father's cold, calculating office. The air was thick with mystery, laced with the scent of expensive perfume and burning desire. Avira whispered the name at the entrance, and the bouncer gave us a knowing smirk before letting us in.

"You've been here before?" I asked her. She was very open to trying new things. Avira liked to explore unlike me, who was a workaholic.

"Yes. Have connections with the owner. You'll love this place." She squealed.

The place was intoxicating-dim lights, plush velvet seating, and people wrapped in their own illicit fantasies. My heart pounded, excitement thrumming through me as my eyes located the bar. That was what I needed. A night to lose myself.

I grabbed a drink, then another. Avira laughed, watching me toss back the liquid courage. "Easy, wild one," she teased.

I grinned at her, already feeling the buzz. "Just one night," I murmured. "One night where I don't have to be the obedient, workaholic or easy trampled upon daughter, the disposable heir."

"Then let's make it count." Avira smirked, ordering a drink called "harnessed desires".

I tasted it. It was strong and strange with a flavor filled aftertaste. I wanted more.

I lost track of time.

Then a tune came up and people began to stand.

"Oh, it's time for my favorite part. The bird dance." Avira giggled. Pulling me to the dance floor amidst my own giggles and confusion.

I danced alone, my body swaying to the rhythm, my mind blissfully free. Other people on the dance floor did more watching than dancing. The ones who actually danced had a partner. Avira wasn't dancing too. She was scanning the crowd.

Then I felt him.

A dark and commanding presence.

A tall man, impossibly confident, watching me from across the room. His gaze was steady, filled with something unreadable. I was drawn to that dominance that was filling the room.

I don't recall how far I had gone in crossing the room to him before Avira grabbed my hand.

"Lena," Avira whispered, eyeing him. "That man is dangerous."

I should have cared and listened to her advice.

Instead, I smirked and raised my glass in his direction.

Avira facepalmed herself before going back to the dance floor to continue the mating dance.

Mr. Brooding and dangerous's lips curved in amusement before he stood, his powerful stride carrying him toward me.

"Careful, little girl," he murmured as he reached me, his voice a sinful promise. "You're playing with fire."

"I like fire." I giggled. My everyday life was like burning away slowly.

But tonight, I wanted to burn beautifully. I took his large gloves hand and followed him to the hotel joined to the club.

"Welcome sir Leo." The potter greeted. Before handing him his key.

"Leo, as in lion?" I asked as soon as we were in the room.

"Yes. Come sit." He commanded.

I stood up and went to sit on his lap without defiance.

"Good girl. You're so sweet, small and obedient." He whispered in a clear deep bass.

"Oh," I moaned when his hands caressed my neck and trailed down my back.

"Your safe word, tonight is Stop." He kissed my exposed shoulder causing me to shudder.

I nodded in reply.

"And what will you call me for the rest of the night?" He trailed my thighs, moving the dress out of the way as he climbed towards the center.

"Sir Leo?" I moaned, breathless from all the teasing.

"Daddy." He said, biting on the nipple of my peeking left breast. "Repeat the word."

"Daddy," I moaned, feeling my wetness slip from my panties into his lap.

"You listen well. I will reward you for being Daddy's good girl." He said, lifting me with one hand. The other hand ripped the panties off.

"This is so hot," I giggled as he dropped me on the bed to open a drawer.

I looked into it. Toys just like the collection that Avira recently bought.

"Have you done this before?" He asked taking of the leather gloves he had been wearing.

"No," I whispered.

"Then I'll be gentle." He said, grabbing me for a kiss. His exposed hand found my wetness.

"Oh, yes Daddy. Be gentle." I moaned thrusting my hips forward.

The rest of the night was very passionate. I never got to use the safe word and at a point, the alcohol had worn off. I could clearly see his face in between my legs, stroking with his tongue.

I had multiple orgasms but Sir Leo only came twice.

The next morning, my phone ringing woke me up with a headache. I looked around the room. There was no trace of Leo. Only a hot plate of Chicken soup. It smelled heavenly.

Just before I could take the first bite, my phone rang again.

"Hello, Lena speaking." I sighed, finally looking at the ID. It was Dad.

"Today we meet your sister's fiancee. Where are you?"