That night after dinner, Jace sat in his apartment, sorting documents and checking his bank account.
Balance: $340,000.
He stared at the number. It was more money than he had ever dreamed of. But none of it felt like it was truly his. He couldn't spend it freely. Not without thinking of the mission.
Or Maribel.
Somewhere along the line, he had fallen for her. Deeply. And now, the guilt gnawed at him.
He sighed and lay in bed. But sleep didn't come.
The next day, Jace tried to convince Maribel to make their relationship official. She hesitated, saying it was too soon. Only a month had passed. But after a little more coaxing, she agreed, with one condition:
"No marriage talks. Not yet."
That night, the three of them sat around the dinner table. Jace and Maribel sat on one side. Camila sat across from them.
Maribel spoke first, her voice soft. "Camila, Jace and I..."
Camila raised a brow. "What?"
Jace continued for her. "Your mom and I are dating."
Camila blinked. Then grinned. "Oh wow. Congrats."
Her smile looked genuine. Her eyes sparkled. "I'm so happy for Mom. She finally found someone to care for her."
Jace glanced sideways. 'She can become an actress.'
Maribel touched his arm. "Jace..."
He smiled.
They held hands under the table.
'One problem solved. Now the next one.'
Soon after, Jace informed his landlord he was moving out. He packed his things, loaded the boxes, and moved into Maribel's apartment.
Now, they lived together.
Over the next four days, Jace picked Camila up from college. Every day, without fail. And each time, he brought a gift. Camila stopped calling him Jace or even Uncle.
"Dad!"
Whispers followed from the other students:
"Isn't that her boyfriend? Why is she calling him Dad?"
"Bruh, it's daddy. Not dad."
"Nah, I'm pretty sure I heard 'dad'."
"Maybe her mom got married."
Camila ignored all of it. She didn't care. The gifts became a daily game. Guess before opening. Jace played along.
But he still had no idea how to finish the mission. One wrong move, and he could lose Maribel too.
On the fourth night, Jace was inside Maribel. Thrusting deep. Her moans were loud, raw.
"Ah! Jace!"
Their bodies slapped together. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist. She trembled with every thrust.
"I feel so good," she panted. "Don't stop."
Jace grabbed her hips and slammed into her, faster, harder. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, sweat glistening on her chest. She clawed at his back as her climax neared.
She came first, screaming his name. Jace followed seconds later, cumming deep inside her.
Maribel collapsed on the bed, gasping. Her body limped and trembled.
Jace, still catching his breath, pulled out and went to shower.
When he returned, the apartment was quiet. A soft glow spilled into the hallway. Camila's door was slightly open.
'Huh? Did she forget to shut it?'
He stepped closer.
Then he heard it.
Soft moans.
Jace paused. He peeked through the small gap.
Camila lay on her bed, her fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping pussy, the other hand roughly grabbing and squeezing her breast.
"Ah... Dad…"
Her face was flushed, her body glistening with sweat. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Her body arched slightly, her hips moving in rhythm with her fingers.
Her voice was low but clear. "Dad... yes... ah..."
There was no innocence. Just raw lust.
Jace stood frozen, then slowly backed away, his expression unreadable. But in his mind, a new plan was forming.
The next morning, fifth day, Camila waited outside her college. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Then thirty. She checked her phone. Nothing. No message. No reply.
She texted him again. Still no answer.
Frustrated, she took a taxi home.
She unlocked the door with her spare key, not bothering to knock. She was too angry to care.
Inside, just a few steps from the entrance, Jace had Maribel pulled close, their faces inches apart. They were smiling, whispering, almost kissing, completely lost in each other.
Camila cleared her throat. "Ahem."
Maribel turned, surprised. "Oh, Camila. You're back."
Camila crossed her arms. "Hmph. Dad, why didn't you pick me up?"
Jace smiled awkwardly. "Ah! Sorry. I was busy. I'll pick you up tomorrow for sure."
His arm stayed wrapped around Maribel's waist.
Camila didn't respond. She went to shower.
But the next day, sixth day, Jace didn't come again. Camila waited for two hours.
She returned home, fuming with anger.
But the apartment was empty.
Six hours later, the door opened. Jace and Maribel entered, laughing.
Maribel was clinging to his arm. "I really enjoyed today."
Jace chuckled. "Let's go out again soon."
Camila sat on the sofa, changing TV channels without looking at them.
"Camila, how was college today?" Maribel asked.
No reply.
Jace walked over. "Sorry. I took your mom out and forgot to pick you up."
Still no reply.
Late that night, in the bedroom, Jace lay beside Maribel.
"I think Camila's upset," he said.
"Don't worry," Maribel replied, fixing the bedsheet. "She needs time. And maybe it's for the best. You were spoiling her with those expensive gifts every day."
Jace smiled and hugged her from behind.
"She likes horror movies, right? Tomorrow's the weekend. Maybe it's time for a little father-daughter bonding."
He kissed her neck. "Can you sleep alone just for tonight?"
Maribel caressed his cheek. "You care too much. Okay, I'll sleep alone tonight."
Jace walked over and knocked on Camila's door.
She opened it.
She was wearing a pair of tiny, tight shorts, so short they clung between her thighs, clearly outlining the shape of her pussy.
Her top was just as revealing. It clung tightly to her breasts, nipples faintly poking through the thin fabric. The bottom of the top ended right under her breasts, exposing her flat belly.
Jace's eyes lingered for a second, then he smiled.
"I ordered pizza," he said casually. "Wanna watch a horror movie with me?"
Camila looked annoyed at first, but then gave a small nod.
They sat together on the sofa, the lights dim. The movie played. They ate pizza.
One hour passed. It was now 1 a.m.
Camila lay on her side, head resting on Jace's lap. Her eyes were closed. He stroked her hair, slow and gentle.
Then his hand lifted. He looked down.
And started moving his hand toward her chest.