Chapter 93: (93) Father Danial’s Shopping Spree (2)

Mina stared at Daniel as if he had grown a second head.

Seven pieces of the red dress already totaled more than her mother earned in half a year. Adding the blue one on top of that... the number was ridiculous. For a moment she wondered if the old man even understood what he was saying.

Then her expression twisted.

Why should she care?

She spun toward Elise, still tightly gripping the blue dress, and yelled, "I held it first! You can’t sell this one to him!"

Elise found herself in a genuine dilemma.

On one hand, she was thoroughly sick of the way these two had been acting. Fan’s earlier cruel comment about Kira being fatherless had dropped her opinion of them to the bottom of the gutter. If her job didn’t force her to remain polite, she wouldn’t have spoken another word to either of them. On the other hand, blatant discrimination could damage the boutique’s reputation if word spread.

She turned to Daniel, soft, still-swollen lips parting to make a careful request.

"Respected Sir, perhaps we could—"

"Don’t make me wait, Elise."

Daniel’s head turned. His eyes locked onto hers with pure, icy authority.

"Buy it. Or I won’t purchase a single thing in this store. The store next to this one looks fine to me as well."

Thump—!!

The other attendants visibly tensed at the threat of losing such a massive sale. Elise, however, felt something completely different.

A deep, traitorous throb pulsed between her tightly clamped thighs.

That cold, commanding voice... that filthy, absolute dominance...

Her mind was instantly flooded with memories of the changing room. The way he had turned her over, the way he had forced his thick cock into both of her holes, the way he had ordered her body around until she could only moan and leak. Her ears rang with a single dangerous thought—

My husband has ordered me.

Her body gave a small, helpless tremble.

How can I defy my husband?

The next second another thought slammed into her.

What am I thinking? He isn’t my husband!

A furious blush exploded across her face and neck. She only snapped out of it when the other attendants gently tugged at her sleeve, eyes pleading with her to handle the situation and not let the wealthy customer walk away.

Elise told herself she was only siding with Daniel because of the pressure from her staff.

That was a lie, of course.

Her flushed face, her racing heart, and the way her mind kept flashing with images of her "new husband’s" handsome, cold face made the truth obvious. She no longer dared to go against him.

Still, a stubborn spark of anger remained. How dare he make her think something so

shameful? Even as her stomach fluttered and her pussy throbbed violently — the soaked black lace panties clinging wetly to her swollen folds — she forced herself to speak.

She turned to Mina and bowed slightly.

"This gentleman requested the dress first. I’m afraid the blue piece is unavailable."

Mina’s face went red with pure rage.

"Are you kidding me?! You’re openly siding with him!"

Fan stepped forward as well, blood still smeared under his nose.

"What kind of business are you running here? Don’t you know how to treat customers properly?!"

Elise remained calm and professional. She bowed once more.

"I apologize that we are unable to provide what you desire at this moment."

Fan’s heart burned with humiliating rage. He wanted nothing more than to storm out of the boutique and buy everything from the store across the floor just to spit in their faces. But he couldn’t. He still needed to show Anna his financial power. Gritting his teeth so hard his jaw ached, he turned to Mina.

"Just pick another one."

Mina looked like she wanted to scream, but she also didn’t want to lose the chance to bleed his wallet dry. With a furious click of her tongue she spun around, snatched a different dress from another rack — a deep emerald piece with an even more outrageous price tag and held it up.

She hadn’t even finished turning back toward Elise when Daniel’s cold voice rang out again.

"How many of that one do you have?"

Elise blinked, then answered almost on autopilot. "Four pieces, Sir."

"Buy all of them as well."

Elise could only nod, still slightly dazed.

She couldn’t help glancing at the girl currently melted against Daniel’s chest.

Was Kira really his daughter?

Wasn’t the blonde one — Anna — his daughter?

Confusion swirled in her mind, but she kept her professional mask in place and began quietly instructing the other staff to prepare the growing pile of dresses.

Lara stood a few steps away, heart slamming violently against her ribs.

She stared at Daniel’s cold profile as he ordered luxurious dresses the same way someone else might order cabbages at a market. He truly looked angry — the kind of deep, protective anger a man would show only when his own daughter had been insulted. Lara knew, logically, that he was Anna’s father, not Kira’s. And yet... for a dangerous moment her heart wanted to believe the lie.

A new, filthy thought crawled into her mind.

Did I already fuck both of my best friends’ daddies?

Heat flooded up her neck and down between her legs. Her empty pussy clenched hard around nothing, a fresh trickle of juice sliding along her inner thigh.

Anna was having an entirely different reaction.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She had only wanted her daddy to buy one dress for each of them. Instead he was throwing money around like it was nothing, buying entire racks of luxury dresses as if they were cheap candies. A small, sharp spark of jealousy flickered in her chest... but it was quickly drowned by something much warmer.

She liked this side of him.

She liked how fiercely he was protecting her best friend.

Her love for her father swelled another degree. A soft, genuine smile tugged at her lips as she leaned in from his left side. Her full, young breasts pressed warmly against his arm through the thin fabric of her top. She didn’t say anything. She simply stayed close, quietly enjoying the feeling of her daddy standing up for someone she cared about.

Kira, still trapped in Daniel’s arms, was barely processing any of it.

Touch of Lust continued to pour warm, euphoric, almost sexual safety through every nerve in her body. Her face remained buried against his solid chest. Every time he spoke in that cold, absolute voice, another soft pulse of pleasure rolled through her. Her lips were still lightly parted around the outline of his nipple through the shirt. Her fingers had unconsciously curled into the fabric at his waist. Her knees felt weak. Her empty cunt throbbed in confused, needy little squeezes, as if her body had decided this man’s protection was something it wanted to keep forever.

She could hear the shouting.

She could feel the stares.

But none of it mattered.

For the first time in her life, someone was standing in front of her like a real father... and her body was responding to that protection in ways she didn’t understand.

Daniel simply stroked the back of her head with slow, possessive fingers, completely unbothered by the chaos he had created, and waited for the drama to escalate even more as only that’s benefit hin greatly.