Chapter 111. Aladdin Cosplay: pt. 2

I flinched hard, my body jerking like I’d been slapped. My hand froze between my legs, fingers still slick and buried inside me, but everything else went ice cold. Dad and Luca stood there in the doorway, the air thick with the scent of my arousal and the hotel’s stale AC. Dad’s face twisted from shock to something darker, his eyes dropping down my body, lingering on my exposed pussy. Luca’s towel clung low on his hips, water droplets tracing paths over his chest, but his gaze was locked right there too, unblinking.

”Dad… Luca… it’s not what it seems like… I was… I was… just…” The words tumbled out in a pathetic stutter, my voice cracking. My cheeks burned, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. I yanked the sheet up to cover myself, but it was too late—they’d seen everything. My mind raced: grounded forever? Kicked out? Family ruined? This was it, the end of me, exposed and humiliated in this stupid Jasmine costume, halter top askew, pants crumpled on the floor.