An Offer Impossible to Deny

Licking my lips, I picked the two glasses with the white drink and put it in front of both me and him.

He inhaled it, "Is it with pineapple?" A nod. "What is it?"

"Piña Colada!"

"Oh," he snapped his fingers, "I've heard of this one in movies. What's made of?" He picked it up and stared at it.

"Coconut cream, pineapple juice, rum," I took a sip of it. "Pretty simple, classic, and famous. One of my paternal grandpa's favorites. He always asks me to make it to him on holidays."

"So, you're the bartender in your family holidays?" He grinned and took a long sip of it. "Oh, damn, it's delicious."

"I know, right? And yes, I am," I took another sip. "They all have different tastes, so I end up making tons of drinks. I also cook the main courses of the main dates, and bake the desserts. I can't help it. It's better doing this than staying at the table talking about things I don't want to talk about. We are a huge family, and that can make things extremely annoying. My best friend always helps me with... emotional support," I mocked, drinking more of it. "She's a terrible cooker, and should be kept as far away from the kitchen as possible. Her family," consisted on her and uncle Krystian, "always spend the holidays with us. They are pretty much family by now, as her dad is my godfather."

"Must be cool. Though, isn't it a lot of work?"

"I mean, yes. We are always around 50 people on holidays, but it's alright. I would rather make it myself than have them making it and messing it up," I took a very long sip this time. "And, I am the best cooker. My mom used to help out, but now she's too busy with my little brother, so, it's only me. It's better this way, though. She's controlling and we always ended up fighting in the kitchen, because I'm also controlling. I prefer the way it is now."

He pressed his lips together, and as we both finished the drink, he reached for my hands and kissed my knuckles, "In the future, I hope it'll be us together making it all together, what do you think? Doesn't it sound amazing?"

Heat took over my face, "I would love that."

"Me too, love," he kissed my hands again. "You live with your mom, right?"

Nod, "For now, yes."

"Why don't you move in with me? After our families learn about us and all. You seem to have a complicated relationship with her, and I don't want you to be stressed like that. My place is big enough for both of us and more," he made me lean closer and took my lips on his in a tender kiss. "You're in college, so it'll be okay. I have five spaces in the garage and I'm only using two right now, for my Bugatti and my Harley. You can keep your Mercedes in there. There's another clean closet in my suite and you can take it as yours. My place also isn't fully decorated yet, and there are many empty spaces."

"Sounds attractive, but I do have a house. I'm just reforming it," my childhood home where I lived with mom and dad before everything went down. "You could live with me instead," I grinned when he began to pout, and my words made him beam. "Then you can rent the apartment. My house is huge and is neighbors to my best friend's."

"When does the reform ends, love?"

"It'll still take seven months," I'm the one taking care of the reform with a small team from dad's company... my company. "I'm having a important role on it. It was my childhood home, so I have some good and bad memories on it. I moved from it when I was 13," four years ago, when we moved to aunt Monika's place. "It's in my name and it was being rented, until I decided to start reforming for myself."

"So, seven months. You can live with me here until it's ready, then we move there. What do you think, love?" He asked, beaming with hope.

The hope and excitement in his sapphire blue eyes making the butterflies dance salsa in my belly, "I would love that. But it'll take some time," he still need to know who I really am, and for that, I'll have to run from him so he can hunt me down and catch me for good. "I'll love to live with you, and make love with you all the time, and be a couple. I mean, weekly we won't have as much time as on weekends, because I have college and you have work probably."

"I do, yes. But it's fine, I'm the chairman and CEO, so, it's more like controlling the people who do the work. I have time for you, love," he kissed me again. "We'll sleep together, have breakfast together, go to gym together, I can drop you in college just so I can spend more time with you, I'll get you to have lunch with me, then we can do anything else in our free time together. All while making love whenever we want to," another kiss.

Caressing his hair, I deepened it, "My best friend will get jealous, we'll have to add her on this college dropping and gym plan."

Giggling, he rolled his eyes, "It'll be fine. As long as she isn't sleeping here, because all of your nights are mine. I'm not sharing that. It's out of discussion, got it?"

Beaming with hope of a real future with him, I nodded, "Yes, daddy." I hope it works out for us.

Swallowing, he pointed at the other two drinks remaining, "What's the dark drink with the huge ice on?"

"You will love these," I beamed and turned to them, then I picked up the drink he mentioned and handed to him, than straight up took a sip of mine. "This is called Boulevardier and it's also knows as Negroni's French Cousin. The difference from Negroni is that the Boulevardier is made with whiskey instead of gin. To make it, you mix Campari, sweet red vermouth, and rye whiskey with ice, stir until chilled, strain into a glass over ice, and garnish with orange twist."

"You kept the whiskey based ones at last," he purred.

"Well, yes. I know it's your favorite one," I winked and took another sip from it. "Drink it up and tell me your thoughts."

When he did, he stared at the glass as if he had found gold, "Bloody hell, this is delicious. Rye whiskey makes a whole difference. I can taste both the Campari and the vermouth perfectly, but the whiskey takes the win on this," then he took a long sip of it, in awe. "And you told me I'll like that one better?" He pointed to the remaining cocktail. "My expectations are now high."

As he finished it up and I handed him my glass for him to drink the other half I left to him, purposely to get him number with the alcohol so he'll sleep and I'll be able to run in the morning. Because there's no way this man is letting me out of his grip while he's awake.

So, when he was done with the all others, I handed the remaining one to him and held mine. "I knew you would like the Boulevardier, but this? This is perhaps the most refreshing whiskey cocktail out there."

His eyes arched it up, "Yeah?"

Nod. "It's called Whiskey Sour. It's simple, but good, and I know you will love it, because you love both whiskey and lemon."

"Did I make it obvious?" He chuckled.

I closed one eye naughtily, "Nah, I'm just that perceptive," the I winked, making him blush harder.

"How do you make this one?"

"For this majestic one, you combine whiskey, lemon juice, and sugar in a shaker and... shake. Then you add ice and shake again. Lastly, you strain it over ice in a rocks glass," I tilted my head. "Drink it!"

He did it, and oh my Lord, how satisfactory it felt to see the amusedly surprised look on his pretty face, "Yes, you got it right. This is definitely my favorite one," then he gave me that sensual grin. "Sorry, love, but you will have to make many of these in the future. This and the Long Island Iced Tea," he turned his eyes to the copper mug, "the Moscow Mule, and the Boulevardier. I liked all of them, but I loved these four."

"I knew you would," I purred and handed him my glass with a bit more than half of the Whiskey Sour, and he took it without a second thought.

"Mm, back in the pub, you suggested me to try something called Tennessee Tea Cooler. It isn't tea, is it?" That got me laughing.

"No. It's with whiskey. I suggested that one because it was in the menu, but these drinks I made for you are better," then I took the glass of water at my side and drank from it.

"What is your favorite cocktail, love?"

"Pornstar Martini," I bit my bottom lip.

"The one I tasted in your lips?" He gave me a naughty look and I mirrored it back, nodding. "I tasted the vodka and passion fruit, what else was in it?"

"It's made of vodka, prosecco or champagne, passion fruit puree and vanilla syrup. My second favorite fruit and my favorite alcohol: vodka. It's been my favorite since I first tasted it."

"Give me your top 5 cocktails. To drink, not to make," oh?

"Pornstar Martini, Old Cuban, Zombie, French 75, and Vesper. With honorable mention to Long Island Iced Tea, Negroni, Mai Tai, Mint Julep, and Paloma," the cutest part was the confusion in his pretty face.

"Seems like you will be teaching me a lot about cocktails, love," he blinked. "You have to make all of these for me later. And I want to have a better taste at the Pornstar Martini."

"It's a promise," I winked and walked out of the bar, and to his arms. "Finish you drink, I want those lips of yours for myself."

Turning it all in one go, he pushed the glass aside and turned to me, "Come here, love," he held me on his arms and walked with me upstairs to his room, then kicked the door behind and brought me to his bed that was now clean again. "You know what I want now, baby girl?" He whispered as he undressed me.

"What do you want, daddy?" My heart thundered against my chest under the intensity of his predatory gaze.

Then he lay down first and gave me the dirtiest of the looks, "I want to taste you, baby girl, so, sit on my face," he licked his lips sensually, "please."

"Won't I... suffocate you or something?"

"Love, you are lightweight. And even if I were to die from this, I would love to go with your cunt on my lips, so come here. Be my good girl and do what I told you, yeah?" He'll make me go crazy.

My body moved on its own to obey him, "Daddy, how do I..." he didn't even let me finish as he grabbed my hips and made me sit right over his face, but in a way that I was still turned to him and while his lips closed on my pussy, his nose pressed right on my clit. "Oh my fucking God, daddy, oh my God," I cried with the sudden touch and with how good it felt.

I've read scenes where the girl sits on the guy's face in smut books, but I never really understood how that worked, or how the guy liked to do it, since it seemed pretty suffocating in my mind. But damn, it feels deliciously insane.

"God have mercy," I gasped and grabbed his hair. "Daddy, oh my God, can I move? Will it be bad for you if I move? Because I really feel like moving here!"

He grinned against my pussy lips and I felt another delicious wave of shivers spread throughout my body, "Move, love. Act on your desire. You have no need to ask me, you can simply do it," he whispered under me. "Ride on my face all you want, love. It's a dream come through."

His words made me throw all sense out of the window and I released his hair and grabbed the headboard instead, as he grabbed my hips and thighs hard, then I moved my hips and the feel of his mouth and nose on me made me see red. I didn't hold my cries and moans and curses and screams, I let it all out as he told me to. Not holding back in the slightest.

And as he used his nose to work on my clit, his mouth on my pussy lips and hole, Rafał used his fingers to work my butthole, making me even more turned on.

As he ate me up, I became unable to think of anything but him. To feel anything other than what he's making me feel. To focus on anything other then him. He took over my mind and body and heart, and as I cried his name over and over and over again, I realized how much I didn't want to run from him at all, how I just wanted to stay here the whole Sunday with him. How I wanted to just stay indefinitely and never ever have to leave.

But he won't let me go if I do that, and he needs to know the truth, but I'm too much of a coward to tell him myself. I'm completely terrified of him not wanting me anymore if he learns that I lied about my name and age by my lips. I don't think I would be able to handle that outcome.