Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy

Rachael's POV I walked into the room, feeling nervous but still desperate for freedom. The lights were off and I asked him not to turn them on. I loved the anonymity, it felt liberating. He gently slid the hand of my dress and unhooked my bra, so easily and that turns me on. He stands in front of me, undressing himself. His abs were visible, well-built. He had a stern look on his face. I could see his light brown eyes in the dark. My heart kept pumping, I didn't know what the feeling was, but I was loving it. "Get over here already" he added in a voice so soft it made my pussy drip. His voice was so authoritative that I could not help but obey him. "Get down on your knees already". I slid down to my knees, feeling a warm liquid in my pussy. He revealed his huge cock and it was so hard already. "Put that mouth to good use" he orders. I didn't know why I obeyed but I did. I gulped his huge cock down and my nipple hardened weirdly. "Fuck, your mouth is so tight and surprisingly good"

Rachael's POV I didn't look back when leaving the room. Jonathan left the room with Bella laughing, trying to catch up. I take a while, catch my breath, and walk away before he can return. I pull the door shut quietly, my fingers trembling before me. The hallway felt too long, every step away from that room felt heavier than the last. Jonathan Hills The name burns in my mind. I keep my head down as I exit the hotel, afraid that if I lift my eyes, someone would see it written all over my face. By the time I reach my own hotel room, the adrenaline had faded, leaving guilt. I lock the door behind me, not just because of running, but because of what had just happened. My first sex was with my best friend's father. I reached for my clothes and pulled them off heading along with my panties. I go into the bathtub and turn on the shower. It felt good to have warm water washing down my body. I felt so hot! And it was because of my best friend's father? Before I realise, I slowly

Rachael's POV "Rachael" Bella whispers I sit up in bed lazily, "What do you want now?" "You still haven't said anything about the other night" she says smirking. "There's nothing to talk about." "So where did you run off to?" "You wouldn't let me be, would you?" I sigh "Not until you give me the details." I exhale, calculating what to say in my head. "Okay fine", I pause. "I met this guy, we talked for a while, we shared a kiss and I came back to the hotel." She gives me this twisted look, and then says "Do I look like a six year old" I lay down, turning my back to her Bella has always been the one to hold my secrets, and now, I'm keeping one from her. "It's fine if you don't want to say anything", she says leaning over me. "I also have a surprise for you." Laughing softly, she turns her back on me. What could she be talking about? Before I turn to ask, we are interrupted by a knock on the door. "It's past 10 am already, you don't want The Brooks to th

Rachael's POVThe room is already too loud when I walk in.Fabric samples cover the long table, silks, satins, and lace in shades of ivory, champagne, and blush. The wedding planner talks endlessly about color themes and preparation, but my head is pounding. Everything feels too tight, too fast like my life is being folded into neat squares without my permission.Bella squeezes my hand beside me."You okay?" she whispers.I nod. I've mastered that response.Clinton shows up 3 hours later, walking hand in hand with a woman I've never seen before.She's beautiful in an effortless way. Long legs, glowy hair, and curved.She has her hands linked in his, as she belongs with him.They walk in together, not rushed, not apologetic. As if they're the ones doing us a favor by showing up.She sits across the table, flipping through the fabric book like she owns the place."This is Jessica," the planner says brightly. "She'll be assisting with some of the styling decisions."Assisting.I blink.A

Rachael’s POV"Rachael!". Mom calls out, peeping through my door.I sit up, "Yes?""The Brooks requested that you be at their house by twelve today.""Why?"She hesitates, "I don't know. Wedding preparations or something like that".Of courseI glance at the clock. It's barely past nine. My chest tightens."Did Clinton say anything?" I ask,."No", she replies. "The message came through their office."I nod slowly, "Okay."She stays for a second longer, like she has more to say, then she leaves.I stand in front of the mirror longer than necessary, smoothing the front of my dress, practicing neutrality.I rehearse every smile, every nod, it's not like I needed to do much talking anyway.By eleven thirty, I'm dressed and quiet, staring out the car window.The Brooks' house was towering over me. The house looks the same, grand, imposing, beautiful intentionally. I step inside, following the maid into the sitting room, my heels echoing softly.I spot Clinton, leaning against the chair. Hi