My Daughter's Masseur Lover - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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But my pleas might as well have been whispers in the wind.
"I mean it, big sis—I'm crazy about you," he murmured, his hands never stilling.
I bit my lip, torn between resistance and surrender, each touch sending sparks through my body.
Then Tiffany's voice cut through the tension from the hallway. "Daphne, you done in there?"
Like a switch flipping, Chase froze. I scrambled off the bed, heart pounding—but to my shame, a pang of frustration twisted inside me. Damn Tiffany for ruining the moment.
Chase leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Now do you get how I feel about you?"
I shoved past him without a word.
Tiffany took one look at me and smirked. "So? Worth the hype?"
"It was... something," I muttered, avoiding her gaze.
At home, Chloe was glued to her phone. I crossed my arms. "How'd you meet that boyfriend of yours?"
She blinked up at me. "Whoa, Mom, what's with the interrogation? We matched on an app. It's been a month."
"A month? And you're already sleeping with him? Do you even know who he is?"
"Seriously?" She rolled her eyes. "You're being weird. Is this some retro 'wait till marriage' lecture?"
"Break up with him. He's trouble."
She scoffed. "Yeah, no. Not happening." With a dramatic flip of her hair, she stormed off.
Later, Chase waltzed in with roses for Chloe. She squealed, hugging him like he'd hung the moon. Then—just to twist the knife—he handed me a gift with a smirk.
"See, Mom?" Chloe shot me a look. "He's sweet. Unlike someone who trash-talks him for no reason."
Chase chuckled. "Maybe your mom just needs to get to know me better."
That night, Chloe's moans echoed down the hall. He's doing this on purpose. I clamped a pillow over my head, but the memories flooded back—his hands, his mouth, the way my body had responded despite myself. Heat prickled under my skin.
When silence finally fell, I exhaled, shaky.
After a cold shower, I stepped out—only to be yanked against Chase's chest.
"What the hell?" I hissed. "You're dating my daughter!"
"Told you I wanted you," he whispered, fingers digging into my hips. "Believe me now?"
I shoved him. "If Chloe finds out—"
"Relax. She's out cold."
My stomach churned. Chloe was too trusting, too young. He was playing her to get to me. Time to cut the act.
"Enough games. Why are you really with her?"
His grin turned sharp. "What if I said you were the reason?"
I barked a laugh. Gotcha. "Name your price to walk away from her."
His thumb traced my hipbone. "Easy. Say you'll be mine... and I'm gone by morning."
"Dream on."
"Big sis," he tsked, "your daughter's addicted to me. She won't quit me unless you make the trade."
My nails bit into my palms. He was right.
"...Fine. But you leave her tomorrow."
His eyes lit up. "Deal." His grip tightened. "Now... about that hand?"
"I mean it, big sis—I'm crazy about you," he murmured, his hands never stilling.
I bit my lip, torn between resistance and surrender, each touch sending sparks through my body.
Then Tiffany's voice cut through the tension from the hallway. "Daphne, you done in there?"
Like a switch flipping, Chase froze. I scrambled off the bed, heart pounding—but to my shame, a pang of frustration twisted inside me. Damn Tiffany for ruining the moment.
Chase leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Now do you get how I feel about you?"
I shoved past him without a word.
Tiffany took one look at me and smirked. "So? Worth the hype?"
"It was... something," I muttered, avoiding her gaze.
At home, Chloe was glued to her phone. I crossed my arms. "How'd you meet that boyfriend of yours?"
She blinked up at me. "Whoa, Mom, what's with the interrogation? We matched on an app. It's been a month."
"A month? And you're already sleeping with him? Do you even know who he is?"
"Seriously?" She rolled her eyes. "You're being weird. Is this some retro 'wait till marriage' lecture?"
"Break up with him. He's trouble."
She scoffed. "Yeah, no. Not happening." With a dramatic flip of her hair, she stormed off.
Later, Chase waltzed in with roses for Chloe. She squealed, hugging him like he'd hung the moon. Then—just to twist the knife—he handed me a gift with a smirk.
"See, Mom?" Chloe shot me a look. "He's sweet. Unlike someone who trash-talks him for no reason."
Chase chuckled. "Maybe your mom just needs to get to know me better."
That night, Chloe's moans echoed down the hall. He's doing this on purpose. I clamped a pillow over my head, but the memories flooded back—his hands, his mouth, the way my body had responded despite myself. Heat prickled under my skin.
When silence finally fell, I exhaled, shaky.
After a cold shower, I stepped out—only to be yanked against Chase's chest.
"What the hell?" I hissed. "You're dating my daughter!"
"Told you I wanted you," he whispered, fingers digging into my hips. "Believe me now?"
I shoved him. "If Chloe finds out—"
"Relax. She's out cold."
My stomach churned. Chloe was too trusting, too young. He was playing her to get to me. Time to cut the act.
"Enough games. Why are you really with her?"
His grin turned sharp. "What if I said you were the reason?"
I barked a laugh. Gotcha. "Name your price to walk away from her."
His thumb traced my hipbone. "Easy. Say you'll be mine... and I'm gone by morning."
"Dream on."
"Big sis," he tsked, "your daughter's addicted to me. She won't quit me unless you make the trade."
My nails bit into my palms. He was right.
"...Fine. But you leave her tomorrow."
His eyes lit up. "Deal." His grip tightened. "Now... about that hand?"
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