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Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 83
ASTRID “Ugh, what is that noise?” I groan, my voice muffled as I bury my face deeper into the pillow. The shrill sound slices through my sleep like a chainsaw, ripping through my skull and hammering inside my brain. I blindly fumble for another pillow, slapping it over my ears. “Make it stop… please, for the love of all that’s holy.”But it doesn’t stop. Of course, it doesn’t stop. Whoever invented this sound probably has a side hustle for torturing people in hell.“God, make it stop,” I groan, my voice muffled against the pillow. My head is pounding, no, scratch that it feels like a marching band is stomping its way across my skull, cymbals clashing with every beat.That’s what I get for drinking enough tequila to sink a ship. Whoever said alcohol heals heartache is a liar.The ringing, where is it coming from?The ringing feels like it’s coming from every corner of my apartment. My head is pounding so hard it might explode, and the last thing I want to do is move. I cuss under m
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 82
JORDAN I groan because I’m painfully hard from her touch and her words. Astrid will indeed be the death of me. She is my undoing.The water contrasts against her pale skin, the rosy tips of her tits hardening. I grab one of them and squeeze, making her moan. My cock is big and with less lubrication, it's going to hurt her right little cunt. “It’s going to hurt with less lubrication due to the water., " I say, trying to push her away from me.She wiggles around, pressing her tits against my chest with a look that borders on daring and defiant. “Fuck me and make it hurt.”“Why do you want it to hurt?”“Because it means you’re giving me your all, and I’ll take it.” There’s a challenge in her eyes, a pure fucking fire that’s blazing in the middle of the water.“You’ll take what?”“Everything you have to offer and everything you don’t. Except…”“Except what?”She smirks and leans close to my ear, her tongue flicking against it before she whispers, “Except you’re not capable.” There’s a
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 81
JORDAN Agatha meets me at the door as I step inside, loosening my tie. It's been a very long day with endless meetings.“Welcome, Mr. Remington.”“Thank you, Agatha.”“Astrid’s here,” she says with a smile.I pause, my hand mid-motion as I reach for the buttons on my cuff. “Astrid?” I didn’t think she would be here. She has been rejecting all my advances and now she’s here?“Where is she?”Agatha gestures toward the back. “The pool.”I hand her my briefcase without another word, a strange mix of curiosity and concern bubbling up as I make my way through the house.The soft glow of the pool lights comes into view, and the moment I step outside, my heart lurches.Astrid is struggling in the water.I sprint toward the edge, adrenaline drowning out every other thought. Kicking off my shoes and shedding my jacket in one fluid motion, I dive into the water.I curse under my breath as I plunge in after her, diving deep into the cold water. The more time I spend getting to her, the harder my
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 80
ASTRID “Oh my God, Lily, I’m so sorry that I’m late. Are you okay you sounded so…” I stop when I notice her glare. "Sorry that I'm late," I say, stepping into the living room and balancing a couple of bags of snacks and drinks in my arms.“Are you okay you sounded so mad over the phone and..." I stop blabbering seeing her narrowed eyes on me.She's been waiting for me for the past forty minutes, and judging by her crossed arms and raised brow, she's not thrilled about it. Apparently, something or someone upset her and she wanted to come spend time with me. I wasn't home yet so I asked her to come over since I was on my way.“Late?” Lily asks, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Astrid, you were supposed to grab drinks and come straight back. That should’ve taken, what, ten minutes tops? What happened?”I sigh, shifting on my feet. “I was with Brandon—”“With Brandon?” she interjects, her expression softening into curiosity. “Why didn’t you bring him over? I haven’t seen him in
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 79
JORDANA light raps on the door and I look up just in time to see Nelson step into my office, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.He stands a few feet away, his hands clasped casually in front of him, a look of curiosity etched across his face."Miss Volkov is all settled into her office," he announces.I nod, leaning back in my chair, but I can tell that’s not what his curiosity spans from.“Thank you, Nelson.”I had insisted that Astrid work exclusively for me, and while it wasn’t cheap, her boss certainly knew how to exploit a good deal. I didn’t care. Money isn’t the issue. Keeping Astrid close is. Even if the arrangement is temporary, I need to see her every day. And if things go well...Nelson clears his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I’ll admit, I had my doubts when you introduced her," he quips. "She’s so young. I wasn’t sure someone like her could handle a company of this magnitude. However, she impressed me this morning during our brief meeting. Nels
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 78
ASTRID I’m impressed by the sheer scale of Jordan’s office. The air is cool, faintly scented with cedar and something else distinctly Jordan. It’s the kind of space that doesn’t just scream luxury; it whispers charisma.The last time I was here, I barely noticed anything about his office, but now I do.The room is massive, a far cry from my office. It feels more like a penthouse suite than a workplace. The first thing that catches my eye is the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretch across two walls, offering an uninterrupted, breathtaking view of the city skyline.The flooring is a sleek, polished marble, while the walls are made of glass. There’s a large, custom-made desk made from some dark, exotic wood that gleams under the light. Its surface is immaculate, save for a few essentials: a tablet, a sleek pen holder, and a small stack of papers perfectly aligned. Behind the desk is a black leather chair that looks less like office furniture and more like a throne, Jordan’s throne.J
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 77
ASTRID I think something is terribly wrong with me. Either with my brain or my entire body. How do I explain my feelings and reactions to Jordan?I should be mad at him. But strangely I’m not. Not even when he fucked me against the back of the couch, and made me come the strongest I ever.I can’t seem to stay mad at him, even though I’ve been avoiding his calls for days. The moment he touched me, I melted into his arms. I think I'm a little bit obsessed with him.The way he fucks me, owns me, his rough dominance, and devious fucking.And everything about him, really. But that’s wrong. I shouldn’t be so tangled up with him that I can’t escape his trap, and whenever he asks me to say that I’m his, I always refuse just to upset him and get him to fuck me harder.Sometimes I deliberately say things to upset him just so that he can fuck me. Is that even healthy?I mean have lost focus since the last time he fucked me two days ago. I was supposed to have a meeting with him but I refused
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 76
JORDAN“Jordan? Why are you here…" Her words are cut off with a sharp gasp as I grab her by the throat, not tightly but firmly enough to hold her in place. My lips crash against hers before she can finish her question. The moment her mouth opens in surprise, I deepen the kiss, feasting on her lips like a starving animal finally giving a taste of what it’s been craving.Her scent, intoxicating and grounding. It’s exactly what I need, what I’ve been missing.I thrust my tongue to the roof of her mouth and I kiss her with a savageness that hardens my dick and twists my fucking spine.But I don’t stop.Not when she gasps.Not when she trembles.When she opened the door, I didn’t wait for an invitation. I stepped in, closing the distance between us before she could even think about slamming it in my face. I couldn’t take the chance.I release her lips with one last bite. As much as I’d like to keep feasting on her, she needs air. But even as I allow her that, I don’t let go of her throat,
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 75
ASTRID Brandon insisted on taking me to his favorite restaurant for lunch, and despite my initial reluctance, I didn’t regret it. The food was incredible, so good that I ended up eating more than I should. As we step into the office lobby, I let out a contented sigh, feeling uncomfortably full."I doubt I’ll get anything done for the rest of the day," I mutter to Brandon. "All I want is to take a nap."Brandon chuckles. "Food coma already?"“I feel pregnant. And it’s your fault.”“And that goes my ‘thank you’, anyway, you are welcome.” I roll my eyes but don’t reply.As we approach the elevator, the receptionist calls out, "Astrid, the boss wants to see you in his office right away."I groan audibly, rolling my eyes so hard they might fall out of my head. "Of course, he does. Why am I always so unlucky!" I grumble under my breath. The last thing I need right now is a meeting.Brandon pats my back. "Good luck with that," he teases, heading to his office.I mentally prepare for whatev
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