[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Note from MC: Stop. Do not read this story. It was written by a 13-year-old girl who really needed a reality check. Legit, the amount of embarrassment I have for this story is innumerable, so please just... no. "I'm abused by my dad. So what? Are you going to save me? Are you going to miraculously take me away from him? Didn't think so. Stay out of my business, Mr. Carter. I can handle myself," I snapped. He was really starting to get annoying with all these questions. Couldn't he take a hint? He leaned down, getting into my personal space again, and stared into my eyes. "You're fifteen, Deserae; you can't handle yourself. And to answer your question: Yes, I am going to save you. With or without your permission." And he walked away. Leaving me stunned, confused, and breathless. As always. *I WAS ONLY 13ISH WHEN I WROTE THIS, SO IT'S IN NEED OF EDITING THAT I WILL NEVER DO. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.