My Godfather Taught Me How to Be a Woman

When we reached the hotel entrance, Leo, wrapped only in a towel, exposed his well-defined abs and pulled me straight toward the bed.

This was my first time!

Seeing him like this, I was too scared to even look.

Leo asked me, "Is this your first time?"

I nodded shyly, not understanding why his expression turned so displeased.

"You should have said so earlier. What a waste of my time."

With a look of disgust, Leo quickly made a call, got dressed, and slammed the door on his way out.

All because I wasn't a real woman, unable to respond to a man with experience.

I lay alone on the bed for a long time, feeling dejected. Was it true that no man would ever want me?

Then, the image of my Godfather, Ethan Sullivan, suddenly flashed through my mind.

He was my father's close friend. Though over forty, he had never married. His regular gym routine made him look no older than twenty-eight.

If I could ask Godfather to teach me how to be a seductive woman...

The thought instantly lifted my spirits. I changed into an off-shoulder top and a tight bodycon mini skirt, hailed a cab under the cover of night, and headed to Godfather's place, knocking on his door.

The door opened quickly. To my surprise, Godfather stood there yawning, completely naked.

For a moment, my face flushed and my heart raced. I couldn't help but swallow hard, imagining how fortunate the woman who married him someday would be!

"Alivia? Is that you? I thought your dad was here for a drink." Godfather's words snapped me back to reality.

He quickly turned around, grabbing a towel to wrap around his lower half.

"Sorry, Alivia. I sleep naked. Did I scare you?"

Godfather said, leading me inside.

I shook my head shyly. Once seated, I managed to squeeze out tears, deliberately crossing and uncrossing my long, fair legs in his direction.

Seeing me cry, Godfather looked genuinely distressed. He hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe my tears.