Chapter 3

The restaurant’s intimate setting, with its soft, warm lighting, provided the ideal atmosphere for a romantic evening, but Stacy’s mind was a whirlwind of erotic memories, far removed from the peaceful surroundings. Her thoughts drifted back to the scorching sex she had with her father earlier by the creek, an experience that had ignited a fire within her. Stacy couldn’t shake the thrill of her daring actions—the forbidden office masturbation, the wet panties she had secretly given to her father, and the reckless outdoor sex that followed. It was a far cry from any thing she had ever did with Alan, with whom she had never even considered doing such things with. As Stacy relived those moments, her heart raced with excitement. She recalled how she had discreetly touched herself in the privacy of her office, her fingers slipping inside her lace panties, imagining her father’s strong hands on her body. The thought of him asking for her soaked panties and knowing the effect it had on her was exhilarating. And then, the reality of their steamy outdoor tryst—the feel of the cool creek air against her skin, the urgency of their kisses, and the primal pleasure of their bodies entwined—it was all too much to process.

The taste of the steak and mashed potatoes on her plate paled in comparison to the sensory overload she had experienced with Mark. Each bite reminded her of the way his lips had tasted, salty and sweet, as they explored each other passionately. The sensation of his touch, his rough hands caressing her skin, sent shivers down her spine, making her yearn for him all over again. Stacy’s mind was a blur of pleasure and desire, her body still humming with the aftermath of their daring rendezvous. The memory of their outdoor sex was both exhilarating and terrifying. The risk of being caught, the exposure of their secret, only heightened the intensity of their lust. Stacy recalled the feel of the grass beneath her bare back, the sound of the creek’s gentle flow, and the sight of her father’s desire-filled eyes as he gazed upon her naked body. It was a scene straight out of her wildest fantasies, and she couldn’t believe it had actually happened.

Stacy’s eyes now drifted towards Mark, only to find his gaze fixed on the young waitress who gracefully navigated the room. Her tight uniforms hugged their curves, leaving little to the imagination, and her flirtatious glances seemed to be aimed directly at Mark. Stacy’s heart pounded with a mix of emotions—jealousy, possessiveness, and a strange, unfamiliar anger.

“Dad, please, stop ogling!” Stacy’s voice carried a note of frustration and embarrassment. The thought of her father, being the object of another women’s desire was more than she could bear. “You’re not single, for goodness’ sake!” Suddenly the image of her mother’s betrayal and her own flashed through her mind, and Stacy couldn’t help but wonder if her father had felt the same pain and anger she was experiencing now.

Mark, taken aback by Stacy’s outburst, feigned innocence. “Hey, I’m just appreciating the scenery, A man can look, can’t he?” His playful tone and mischievous grin did little to ease Stacy’s rising anger. She knew her father was enjoying the attention, and it only fueled her possessive instincts further.

As she watched the young waitress boldly flirt with her father, Stacy’s mind raced with conflicting emotions. The betrayal she felt from her mother’s infidelity and her own forbidden relationship with Mark created a tempest within her. She pushed her plate away, her appetite gone, as her heart battled between her intense desire for her father and the guilt that threatened to consume her.

Just as her emotions threatened to spill over, her phone buzzed, interrupting the tense atmosphere. With a heavy heart, she glanced at the screen, her stomach sinking as Alan’s name flashed across it. In the whirlwind of her affair with Mark, she had neglected her fiancé, and now the weight of her deception bore down on her.

“I have to take this, Dad,” Stacy said, her voice laced with regret and a hint of desperation. She knew she had to answer, to keep up the charade of her normal life, but the thought of speaking to Alan made her palms sweat.

Mark’s annoyance was evident as he scowled at the interruption. “Who is it, Stacy?”

“It’s Alan,” she replied, her eyes pleading for his understanding, even though she knew it was a futile gesture.

Mark’s irritation was palpable. “Now? Can’t the asshole wait? We’re having a moment here.”

Stacy stood up. “I’ll be quick, Dad. I need to talk to him. He’s been trying to reach me all day.” She knew she had to maintain the illusion of a devoted fiancée.

Stepping outside, Stacy took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation. Alan’s warm voice greeted her, his concern evident. “Hey, my love, how are you holding up? I’ve been calling and texting, worried sick.”

Stacy’s voice trembled as she responded, “I-I’m okay. Just dealing with a lot right now.” The lies came easily, yet each word felt like a stab to her conscience.

“I know, sweetheart, but I miss you. Is everything okay?” Alan’s voice was filled with worry, and Stacy’s guilt intensified. She had been so lost in her lustful affair with Mark that Alan had been far from her thoughts.

“I ... I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered, her throat tightening.

“I know, I’m here for you. But you’ve been distant, and I can’t help but worry. Is everything alright with your mom?” Alan’s voice was filled with genuine care, and Stacy’s guilt intensified.

“I ... I think so,” she stammered, her throat dry. “Dad visited Mom today, and it’s been an emotional roller-coaster. I’m just trying to process everything.” The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, but she had to maintain the facade.

Alan’s relief was audible, and Stacy’s heart twisted with remorse. “That’s amazing, Stacy! How is she doing?.”

“I-I have to go, Alan,” Stacy blurted out, her guilt overwhelming her. “I’ll call you later, I promise.”

“Wait, Stacy, please. You’re not acting like yourself. Is there something more going on? Talk to me, baby, I’m here for you.” Alan’s intuition was sharp, sensing her unease.

Stacy’s panic rose as she struggled for words. “N-no, Alan, it’s nothing. I ... I just have a lot on my mind. I love you.” The declaration of love felt like a lie, and she hated herself for it.

Alan’s voice softened, his love unwavering. “I love you too, Stacy. But I can tell something’s wrong. you sound ... distant. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Stacy’s heart raced. “No, it’s ... I...” Stacy’s words failed her. How could she explain that for past two days she was cheating on him with her own father? The thought of hurting Alan was unbearable, yet she couldn’t deny the fire that burned within her.

“It’s okay, baby,” Alan said softly. “I’m here for you. Call me when you’re ready to talk. I love you.” His words were like a dagger to Stacy’s heart, and she ended the call, her mind in turmoil.

Ending the call, Stacy stood alone, her body trembling. The weight of her deceit pressed down upon her, and she felt trapped in a web of her own making. The passion she had discovered with father was all-consuming, but it came at a high price—the betrayal of Alan, the man who loved her unconditionally. Stacy’s heart ached as she realized the next two weeks would be a delicate dance, balancing her secret affair with Mark and maintaining the illusion of a devoted fiancée. How could she possibly keep up this charade without Alan suspecting something was amiss?

As she stepped inside the restaurant, the table where they had been sitting was empty, Mark was nowhere to be found. “Where could he have gone?” she wondered, her mind conjuring up various scenarios, each more alarming than the next. An elderly waitress, noticing her confusion, offered a subtle nod towards the back door, her eyes filled with understanding. Stacy’s blood ran cold as she witnessed the scene unfolding in the dark alley. Her eyes narrowed with rage as she saw the young waitress who was previously flirting with Mark, her blouse half-open with her breast’s hanging out, kneeling before her father. The sight of the woman’s hands on his belt, and Mark enthusiastic look made Stacy’s blood boil, she felt betrayed by her father, which ignited a fire in Stacy’s veins. Her heart pounded with a fierce possessiveness, which she never felt for Alan.

“You filthy whore! Get away from him!” Stacy’s voice cut through the night air, sharp as a whip. The waitress, startled by the sudden interruption, scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with fear. She darted back into the restaurant, leaving Stacy alone with her father, the man who had ignited a forbidden passion within her.

Stacy’s anger surged as she confronted Mark, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and betrayal. “How dare you, Dad? After everything we did, how could you do this to me?” She felt a deep sense of pain, as if her heart had been pierced by a thousand needles.

Mark, caught in the act, struggled to find an explanation. “Stacy, ... I ... I didn’t mean for this to happen. She just came on to me, I...” His words trailed off as he saw the hurt and accusation in his daughter’s eyes.

“Don’t you dare make excuses, Dad! I saw her, on her knees, about to unzip your pants. We shared something, and now you’re throwing it away for some cheap thrill?” Stacy’s voice rose, her jealousy and anger spilling over. “ Is this what you want, Dad?”