Roman Possesive CEO Daddy chapitre Chapitre 1

Iris stared in disbelief, her hands clenched tightly, as she observed the birthday surprise her father, The County Commissioner of the Poconos, claimed to have arranged for her.

At her 25th birthday celebration, eight middle-aged pot-bellied men stood before her, their smirks oozing with desire, in full view of all the guests.

Their hungry gazes seemed to strip her bare as she stood there, dumbfounded amidst the applause.

She couldn't fathom what her father was thinking.

"Dad, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Venom and disappointment dripped from her voice.

Her father grinned. Today, his daughter would choose a man and, in a matter of weeks, she would be married.

"Iris, these men come from esteemed political and business backgrounds. Just close your eyes and pick one. You're not getting any younger," her father said, his eyes filled with concern. But Iris was utterly devastated.

Before she could protest, one of the men spoke up.

“Iris Parker, have you ever wondered why I haven't gotten married all this time? It's because I've been waiting for you. Please choose me," he pleaded desperately.

Iris felt a surge of annoyance, fully aware that this man had been pursuing many girls, including her closest friends.

How hypocritical of him to say such things to her.

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of Iris's eyes, but she fought them back, blinking forcefully. Before she could respond and reason with him, another overweight man interrupted,

"Choose me. I'm incredibly wealthy and attractive. I'll take excellent care of you."

Iris almost scoffed at the man's audacity to call himself good-looking, considering his excessive weight. And his talk of wealth only confirmed her suspicion that he was solely interested in her father's fortune.

Iris gasped, her face flushing with embarrassment. Her teary gaze met her father's, but he appeared unfazed as the next person spoke,

"Iris, I know the reason you're still unmarried is because of me. Ever since you turned eighteen, I've been in love with you, and I know you feel the same way."

Iris had reached her breaking point. She no longer saw any benefit in listening or speaking further.

Tears gathered in her eyes, blurring her vision, as she trembled with anger. It was disheartening to see that most people found the situation amusing and continued to pressure her into choosing one of the eligible expired bachelors.

These men were close enough to be considered her father, so was she too old to be paired with them?

Iris didn't hesitate as her feet gave way, propelling her out of the grand, lavishly adorned auditorium where her birthday celebration was taking place.

The cacophony of voices calling out to her gradually faded into the distance, much like the echoing footsteps, as she sprinted towards an unknown destination.


Iris couldn't recall how she ended up in this place, but she had already consumed three glasses of vodka, despite her low tolerance for alcohol. It was starting to take a toll on her.

Her close friend, June, promptly refilled her glass. "Drink more. Your father and those men are awful."

"You're correct, they make me feel like an elderly woman even though I'm only 25," Iris slurred, her eyes glazed over and feeling a wave of heat throughout her body.

June smiled, but secretly cursed her.

‘You naive girl. It seems like every man I find attractive is interested in you, and you continuously flaunt yourself, believing you are superior to them. Let's test if any man will still desire you after tonight...’

"I need to use the restroom," Iris mumbled, unable to bear the strange excitement coursing through her, making her desire to touch herself. The bathroom seemed like the best place to go.

June's smile turned sinister. It was time to lead her to the room she had prepared. Knowing that Iris was disoriented and unfamiliar with the club, she intentionally gave her the wrong directions.

"Go up the stairs and take the corridor on your right. The restroom is the second door on your left."

Iris nodded, struggling to stand as her feet threatened to give way. People stared at her strangely, likely due to the expensive dinner dress she still wore.

With the pounding music and her head spinning, the room's temperature felt abnormal. As Iris stumbled on the steps, she collided with something solid.

“Sorry," she whispered.

She stumbled, nearly falling, when a pair of strong arms caught her waist, their eyes locking.

"Gray," Iris murmured, captivated by his piercing gray eyes. This man had a unique scent and was incredibly handsome than any man she had ever seen.

His thin lips were irresistibly attractive, and consumed by passion, she tiptoed and kissed him softly.

At first, his lips were tense, but with a gentle push, they parted and he responded to her fervent kisses. Excitement surged through Iris as their lips devoured each other.

Her fingers slipped inside his jacket, attempting to remove it, but he was equally aroused.

In the next moment, his hand wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her out of the club and into the elevator, then into his car.

Once they reached his room, the sound of clothes being discarded filled the air before their naked bodies collided.


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