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53: Not A Part Of It

Author: FELZ
last update publish date: 2026-04-10 09:38:23

Dominic Mercer’s POV

My son?!

Elena and my son?

I've always known she was bound to get married, which was why I kept my obsession at bay, only fucked myself to her imagination. But after our first night, I got really possessive.

Of her body.

Her soul…

And it's driving me nuts.

After learning about the secret in her diary, which revealed her plans to become Mrs. Mercer, I was scared. Really scared. Well, not scared enough to stay off her panties.

I can't marry her. It's not up for debate, but
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  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   114: Slow And Sexy

    ELENAThe coffee shop was nearly empty in the afternoon. Rain streaked the windows. The barista wiped the same counter in slow circles, looking really bored.I saw him before he saw me.Sebastian sat in the corner booth he wore dark jeans. A black sweater and His hair fell across his forehead. He stared at his phone, then looked up… like he felt me watching."Elena." He called out softly looking at me"Sebastian." I greeted him back, I felt his eyes move from my face to my chest and back again,"I’m glad you made it, do have your seat.”I sat across from him. He sat back down. The table was small. Our knees touched under it."You're staring at me." I pointed out blankly, not knowing how to act… why had he called me here? What did he want to say?."I'm allowed to stare. I've been waiting to stare at you again. I'm staying at a hotel for now." I swallowed dryly my heart racing at the thoughts as to why he had pointed that out….Was she inviting me over? How should I play this out? Flut

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   113: The Hospital Visit

    ELENA I stopped at the door of the hospital room where my mother was sitting up in bed. Her hair was brushed. She had lipstick on. Yet she looked frail.My father was in the chair by the window. He looked tired. His shirt was wrinkled. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days. He must have stayed up with her all week while I was being stuffed full of his best friend's cock and cum"Elena… come on my darling, I have missed you.” My mother voiced out, she sounded like she was stronger than last week.I walked over and took her hand. Her fingers were warm. They used to be soft. Now I could feel every bone."You look thin," she said… I avoided her gaze immediately conscious of myself,"I'm fine, mom. It’s you who I should be worried about you don’t look so good, how are you doing? How is the treatment procedure?” I asked again smiling keenlyMy father stood up. He came over and stood at the foot of the bed. He looked at me for a long moment. Not suspicious. Just… studying. Like he was try

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   112: Courtesy Of Dominic

    ELENA Riley showed up at my apartment in a skirt so short it should have been illegal, she was grinning ear to ear a fucking sinister smile on her face. I knew she missed me."Paycheck?" she said, eyeing me up and down."You look like you got fucked sideways and left for dead.""Thanks. You look like a hooker.""Perfect. We match." She pulled me out the door before I could change my mind.The club was loud. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor. Riley ordered drinks. Vodka. Expensive Hennessy. The kind I could never afford before… Dominic loved it… I might as well live like him for a day.I pulled out the black card. The bartender's eyes widened. He didn't ask questions. He just poured."Where did you get that?" Riley shouted over the music."Work bonus."She knew I was lying. But she didn't push. Riley never pushed. She just let me dig my own grave."Fine. Don't tell me. But you're buying all night."I nodded. The first drink burned. The second went down smoothly. By the third

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   111: My Lovely Stranger

    ELENA"It's you," I said.The words came out breathless and too fucking excited but I couldn't help it I didn’t understand how my heart kept thrumming, I could feel knots tying in the pits of my belly.The stranger smiled with his eyes searched my face like he was checking I was real as well,"It's you, Elena," he said back. His voice was deeper than I remembered. I’m taken aback for a moment, I had no recollection of telling him my name… how drunk was I? In both alcohol and ecstasy that night?."You remember my name?." I asked breathing it out slightly"I remembered… you kept repeating it it was fun"He responded and stepped closer. His duffel bag hung from one shoulder. His other hand was empty. I could see he was hesitating. Like he wanted to reach for me but knew he shouldn't."Can we…" he started. Stopped. Ran a hand through his dark hair."Can we talk? Just for a minute. I owe you an explanation." He asked, I sucked my lip between my teeth’s, nodding gleefully"You owe me a lot

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   110: An Expensive Gift

    ELENAThe plane hummed around us. We were in first class and had a private cabin.Dominic sat with his laptop open, reading something that made his jaw tight.He closed the laptop. Reached into his jacket. Pulled out a black card. Then he held it between two fingers."Take it. Elena, it’s a gift for you"I stared at the card. American Express Centurion which had no fucking limit, I had never seen one before but now Dominic was offering it like money was nothing to him."No," I responded by swallowing harshly in my throat even when I could feel my pulse picking up."It wasn't a question.""It's too much." My voice came out small and shaky. I hated that. Hated how I was acting like a poor nervous fool who had never accessed huge amounts of money beforeDominic leaned forward. His eyes pinned me to my seat."I take care of what is mine. You're working for me now Elena, you get paid. Your father won't think anything of it. He'll assume it's a bonus. A signing gift. He won't ask questions

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   109: Ruin You Slowly

    DOMINICShe slid off the chair. Landed on her knees in front of me. Her face was level with my cock. I could feel her breath on the head. Warm. Shallow."There's cream in that carafe," I said, nodding toward the breakfast cart."Pour some on my cock. And then you're going to lick it off. Every drop. And when my cock is clean, you're going to suck me until I come down your throat. You're going to swallow every pulse. Understand?"She reached for the carafe. Her hands were still shaking. She uncapped it and poured it on the length of my cock.The cream was cold and Thick. It landed on the head of my cock first—a white dollop that immediately started to melt from my body heat. It ran down the shaft in slow rivulets, over the ridge of the head, down the thick vein on the underside. It dripped onto my balls, coating them in white. More ran down to the floor, pooling between my feet."Now clean me up."She leaned forward. Her tongue touched the head of my cock. Licked the cream off in one l

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   30: A Little Situation

    Dominic Mercer’s POVI watch Elena get into the car, hair wet and shiny as it soaks up my green shirt. The black SUV zooms off minutes later. “This has to stop, man…” I sigh and put a finger to my nose… The exact finger I had sticking up her pussy. “You can't fuck her.” ‘You can't fuck her…’ My b

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   26: His To Claim

    Elena’s POV“You’re free to take her,” my father hands me over to the devil disguised as his best friend, selling me on the cheapest platter. “I trust you.” My body goes cold. No… I’m stuck. It's like I want this but I’m scared to have it. While I need his protection and silence and cock, someth

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   21: All For You

    Elena’s POV“Bestie…” Riley pulls out a pack of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. Every time she takes crazy things out of her supposedly small purse scares me. “That's your safe word.” She holds my arm for a moment and ensures our eyes lock as she speaks.‘Bestie.’ I rehearse, anxious. My heart

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   20: My Lena

    Dominic Mercer’s POV“Who… the fuck… is that daughter of a bitch?!” Kiera’s voice shows her level of restraint before she goes crazy like she’s always been. “Google?” “Now, you’ll not be sarcastic, babe.”“Tone, woman.” I grind my teeth, exercising just as much patience. My ears are already burni

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