Viya's POV
When the car finally pulled up at my building, I practically bolted out without waiting for Caesar to speak. I muttered a hasty goodnight, feeling his eyes burning into my back all the way to the entrance.
Once inside my apartment, I leaned against the door, my heart still racing. The heat between my legs was undeniable, and I pressed my thighs together in frustration.
"What is happening to me?" I whispered to the empty room.
I stumbled to my bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, but nothing could erase the phantom feeling of Caesar's hard length against my palm, or the commanding way he'd made me call him "Daddy."
At first, I'd convinced myself it was just Caesar wanting me to submit, to call him "Daddy" as some twisted power play. But lying in bed that
