Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs)

The walk home was short, but Lexie’s steps felt heavy, her chest still tight from what she had witnessed. Kira’s moans echoed in her ears like a haunting melody she couldn’t shut off. The image of Simone on top of Kira on her bed burned in her mind like fire she couldn’t put out. When she reached her father’s house, her face was still streaked with dried tears, and her hands shook as she fumbled with the gate. The place was quiet. No car in the driveway. No music or voices from inside. She sighed, thinking her father had probably gone out and, as usual, forgotten to lock the door.“Typical,” she muttered under her breath.She pushed the door open and stepped in. The living room was empty, the air faintly smelling of old furniture and lemon polish. She dropped her bag on the couch and leaned against the wall, letting her head fall back. Alone at last.Her bathroom tap had been clogged for days, and she was too exhausted to argue with the plumber again. So she grabbed a towel and decid

“Don’t look so guilty,” James said, pulling her against him. “I should go,” she whispered. He didn’t grab her hard. He just caught her wrist, warm and sure. “Lexie. Look at me,” he said. She looked up. His eyes were steady. He waited, giving her space to pull away. She did not pull away. “Do you want to stop?” he asked. Her lips parted. A long second passed. The word yes sat on her tongue and would not move. She swallowed. “I… don’t know,” she said, honest and shaking. She eased to her side and pulled the sheet up to her chest. The scent of the room returned. So did the guilt. She pressed the heel of her hand to her eyes. A tear slipped anyway. James slid his palm over her belly. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again. “I don’t know,” she said, voice hoarse. “I feel… wrong. And I feel… good. I hate that I feel good.” He didn’t try to answer that. He reached for the fallen towel and wiped a stray line of sweat from her shoulder. He tu

Lexie’s chest rose and fell in panic. Her hair was messy, lips swollen, her whole body trembling with what had just happened. She scrambled for the duvet and dragged it over herself just as her father turned the knob and entered.“Lexie?” his deep voice filled the room.She quickly pulled the blanket up to her chin, forcing her breathing to calm. Her dad flicked on the light, making her squint.“You’re sweating,” he said, setting down a small plate on her nightstand. “I brought you chicken breast. Are you sure you’re okay?”Lexie forced a small smile. “Yes, Daddy. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Her voice shook, but she prayed he wouldn’t notice.Mr. Moore sat beside her on the bed, his hand brushing her hair back gently like when she was little. Lexie bit her lip hard, guilt pounding her chest.“Tell me the truth, baby. What’s going on?” His eyes searched hers.Lexie shook her head quickly. “It’s nothing, Daddy. Really. Just tired.”He sighed and leaned back slightly. “I haven’t seen Kir

“Dad…” Kira’s broken whisper sliced the quiet. Her body shook beside Lexie under the blanket.“Don’t call me that right now.” His voice cracked like thunder.Lexie couldn’t breathe. Her throat closed, her heart thundered like it wanted to tear out of her chest. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t look at her, couldn’t even look at herself.Mr. James’s voice finally came, low and sharp. “What the hell is this?”Lexie’s fingers clutched the sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white. Kira sat up, her tears spilling fresh. “It’s my fault,” she blurted. “Don’t… don’t be mad at Lexie. Please.”His head snapped toward Kira, his jaw flexing. “Your fault?” His laugh was short, bitter. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?”Kira wiped at her face, but her hands shook. “I love her, Dad,” she said, her voice breaking, desperately. “I can’t help it.”Lexie’s stomach twisted. The words felt like knives, cutting too deep, because they weren’t just a confession they were chains, binding them bo

Kira’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “What are you doing, Dad?” Her eyes were wide, her face pale as if the ground shifted beneath her. Lexie froze on the sofa, her whole body stiff., Heat still clung to her lips, her thighs pressed together, her chest rising too fast. She could still feel his breath on her neck, but now all she felt was fear. Mr. James jerked back a little, too late, His hand still lingered at Lexie’s waist, and the guilt in his eyes betrayed him before he could mask it. “Kira,” he said, his voice hoarse and rougher than usual. “Go back upstairs.” But Kira didn’t move, She gripped the railing harder, her knuckles white, Her voice trembled. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you. I saw the way you were holding her.” Lexie’s heart dropped to her stomach. She wanted to speak, to explain, but no words came. Her throat was dry, and her tongue was heavy. Mr. James straightened his back, his jaw hard. “It’s not what you think.” “Not what I think?” Kira’s voice rose,