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66: Daddy, Please
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2026-04-17 23:59:45
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365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 167:
SEBASTAINI was pacing a path into the hardwood floor of the penthouse, the pain in my hand entirely white-hot and blinding. But the physical pain didn't mean anything compared to the absolute panic turning my stomach inside out.Elena was sitting on the very edge of the leather sofa. Her face was completely white, all the color drained from her cheeks, and her eyes were totally blank as she stared down at the floorboards. She hadn't moved a single muscle since we ran out of the school into the freezing rain. She looked like a ghost waiting for the floor to drop out from under her."We have to go right now, Elena," I said. My voice sounded tight, scraping against my throat as I stopped right in front of her. I reached down with my good hand and grabbed her shoulder, my fingers digging into her denim jacket to try and force her to look up at me."My father's people can have a car here in five minutes. We can head up north to the cabin. Dominic doesn't own every single highway out of Ne
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 166:
DOMINICThe rain outside the fine arts building was heavy. Marco stepped out into the pour, opening my door and holding a black umbrella over my head mThe main lobby was very bright. Cameras were flashing everywhere and the rich donors were talking loudly. The moment I walked through the glass doors, the whole room went quiet. People stopped talking. They looked at the way my suit fit my shoulders, and they started whispering. They looked at me with fear and want. That is what money always buys.The university president almost tripped over his own feet as he ran toward me. He had a big, sweating smile on his face and held his hands out."Mr. Moretti," the older man said, shaking my hand with a weak, shaking grip."We are so glad you are here tonight. The money you gave completely changed our gallery space.""The pleasure is mine, Mr. President," I said. My voice was smooth, low, and polite. "I like raw talent."He kept talking and talking about the school, but I stopped listening. I
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 165
ELENAJulian was standing at the counter. He was typing fast on his laptop with his phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear. His voice sounded flat and tight as he argued with his father’s lead campaign aide about the guest list for the VIP hour. He looked totally exhausted. His hair was messy and his green eyes were bloodshot because he spent the whole night looking at the gallery maps.My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up right away to see a text from maya asking me to meet her behind the gallery loading dock in ten minutes.I didn't interrupt Julian's call. I knew if I told him I was leaving the apartment alone, he would drop everything to follow me down to the street. He was too protective right now. I grabbed my denim jacket, slipped my phone into my pocket, and took the elevator down to the lobby.I walked to the back of the fine arts building. I kept my head down, pulling my collar up over my cheeks. I kept looking at the parked cars along the street to
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 164:
ELENAMy conversation with Riley kept looping in my head. For an hour, I had gotten to pretend I was just a normal twenty-one-year-old girl with a normal life. A familiar dark sedan pulled up to the curb right in front of me, its brakes squeaking softly.Through the tinted glass, I saw Julian behind the wheel. He must have gotten my text the second his university lecture ended. He reached over and unlocked the passenger door from the inside."Hey baby, was your dinner okay with your friend? Had fun catching up?" Julian asked softly."She's exactly the same. She has no idea what's happening..."Julian let out a low, breathy laugh, trying to ease the tension. He reached up, his thumb gently smoothing over my cheek to wipe the wet tear away. His touch was incredibly warm against my cold skin.I reached across the console, my fingers tangling into the collar of his shirt. I pulled him toward me, my lips meeting his in a sudden, deep, and completely desperate kiss.Julian let out a sharp
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 163: Dinner Meeting
ELENAI didn't tell Julian where I was going.I waited until the heavy front door of the penthouse clicked shut behind him as he left for his afternoon lecture.My chest felt tight as I walked down the sidewalk, because I was finally going to see Riley.The diner on 4th Street was loud and cramped. It was the exact same place we used to go every single Friday during our freshman year.I walked past the front cash register, my eyes scanning thebooths Riley was sitting there alone, aggressively tearing a paper napkin into tiny, neat little pieces. A half-eaten plate of cold French fries sat right in front of her."Riley," I said quietly, my voice cracking a little bit as I reached the edge of the table.She looked up instantly. The second her sharp eyes hit my face, she stood up so fast her knees banged hard against the bottom of the table, making her water glass rattle. She didn't say a single word. She just stepped right out of the booth, threw her arms tightly around my neck, and squ
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 162: Golden Noose
ELENAThe back seat of the yellow taxi cab felt really small. Julian sat right next to me, his long legs bent in an awkward way as he held the massive, six-foot canvas steady against his knees. We had spent the last two hours in the penthouse carefully wrapping the wet oil painting in thick brown paper so the edges wouldn't smudge on our way down to the campus.Every single time the taxi hit a bump on Broadway, my heart did a scary little flip inside my chest."Hey," Julian said softly, breaking the long quiet inside the cab. He let go of the canvas with one of his hands and reached over, sliding his warm fingers right into my cold palm."Stop biting your lower lip like that, Elena. You're going to make it bleed.""I'm just really nervous, Julian," I said, looking out the window at the busy city sidewalk."What if the gallery committee rejects the piece at the front door? What if the art professors think it's just a messy bunch of lines?""They are not going to reject it," Julian said
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 56: Let Me Go
Elena’s POV“You talk too much, pumpkin.” His cigar-scented breath strokes my face, his firm hand around my waist keeps my body trapped to his, while he presses into me, pinning me to the wall with his weight. His eyes… Dark, heavy with emotions I can't fathom. There’s pain and guilt and… lust.
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 55: Fire And Ice
Elena’s POV‘Lady Zee?’ I remain frozen in place, heart drumming in my head, this close to exploding. How… How did she find me?Has she known all along? Does she know of my affair with Dominic Mercer? Her baby’s daddy?!‘Breathe. Breathe, Elena…’ I try to get a grip on my sanity. ‘You’re yet to gi
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 54: In Your Good Book
Elena’s POV“Who are you?” I murmur the question like it tastes acidic. Judging from her audacity, the same one I witnessed at the office, and her class… She’s Dominic’s mistress.“I see,” she chuckles quietly, her makeup slowly shifting in the flow of her rage. “He finally gave his bitches wings.
365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend 53: Not A Part Of It
Dominic Mercer’s POVMy 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
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