Touch Me Ruin Me Daddys Pet by Nyssa Kim

My eyes fluttered open, only to immediately shut again as a dull, throbbing headache overwhelmed my senses, making me groan from the pain.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, my hands instinctively clutching my head, hoping it would somehow stop the pain. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. If anything, the pain only intensified, pounding against my temples like a relentless drumbeat.

And the worst part? My entire body ached. Everywhere.

“What happened? How much did I drink last night?” I muttered, asking no one in particular as I opened my eyes, trying to take in my surroundings. But without my glasses, I could barely make anything out. One thing was clear, though—I wasn’t in my room, and I couldn't remember anything, not even where I was.

I sighed and reached out for my glasses, hoping I hadn’t broken them. But instead of the familiar frame I expected to feel, my hands brushed something else—something hard, like a human body.

I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat as I blinked in confusion, shaking my head at the ridiculous thought that there could be a man in bed with me. There was no way. Absolutely no way.

Still, with shaky hands, I reached out again, hesitantly touching whatever I had felt before—and my eyes widened in shock.

Not only was it a man, but he was naked.

What the…

Before I could even process it, a strong hand suddenly grabbed mine. I gasped in shock as I was yanked forward, my body lifted as if I weighed nothing. And in the next second, I found myself sprawled across the lap of a man.

Oh, and did I mention he was naked?

“Oh my God! Who are you? Let me go this instant!” I yelled, my face flushing as I felt the unbearable hardness beneath me, pressing through my underwear. A strange, unfamiliar sensation coursed through me like wildfire, making my breath hitch.

“Let you go?” A low chuckle echoed through the room, dark and amused. “Funny—that wasn't exactly what you were saying last night while being such an obedient little thing.”

I froze. My eyes widened in disbelief as I squinted, trying to make out the man before me. And when I did, my heart plummeted. Memories from yesterday crashed into me all at once.

The wedding. The club. And then…

“I can feel you trembling, little rose. Don't tell me that you are scared especially after what happened between us last night” His voice was a slow drawl, rich with amusement.

Alaric Voss.

My father's friend. I really had sex with my father's friend.

I'm fucked.

A day ago.

Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest moment of your life—the day every girl dreams about. A day filled with love, joy, and the promise of forever. Just like in those fairy tales where Prince Charming sweeps you off your feet, sealing your happily ever after with a kiss.

So tell me, why was mine so different?

Why had my happiest day turned into my worst nightmare, caused by none other than my own Prince Charming?

Leon.

“W-what did you say?” The priest was the first to break out of the stunned silence, his voice uncertain as he turned to the woman standing at the back of the hall. “You… object to the union of these two couples?”

The heavily pregnant woman had one hand resting on her swollen belly, the other raised in defiance. A sneer twisted her lips as she glared not at me—but at my boyfriend of three years.

At my Leon.

“Yes! I said that. You heard me right. I object!” She exclaimed, pointing at Leon, her eyes filled with hate and betrayal that almost made me laugh.