My mystery man

Daisy

“Thank you for coming with me, babe. I promise you’re not going to regret it, we are going to have so much fun.” Hope let out with much excitement while I smiled softly.

I could tell she was genuinely happy we were going on the trip together, but the part where she said I wasn’t going to regret it? I really hoped so too.

She couldn’t stop smiling as she zoomed off, while I tried to avoid her gaze. I really hope I’m not doing anything wrong because she doesn’t even my true intention of coming on this trip. To her, it’s just a trip, but to me, it’s to confirm my assumptions. I need to know if the man in the picture who she calls her dad is not the same man I think it is…

Four years ago, on my 16th birthday, my friends and I managed to get our way into the club. It was all fun and sneaky until I saw him.

He was the first person I set my eyes on as we made our way in. He was so handsome and had a captivating smile that got me hooked the second we shared a glance.

Even while sitting down, I could tell he was a tall glass of my favorite drink. His shirt hugged his broad chest tightly and the few popped buttons revealed his hairy chest, making my head turn in every direction. I love me a tall hot man, sprinkle some hairiness on it, and I’m all in. That was exactly what this man was. He ticked all of my boxes. He was my spec and more!

I never believed in love at first sight until then. I knew I was in love and my whole body could bear witness.

I didn’t know I was staring so much until my friend tapped me. It was so sudden, and I almost fell off the chair. She caught me.

“Girl, you’re literally drooling over him, just go to him and have some fun!” She let out while I scoffed.

“Of course not! I’m sixteen, and he looks like he’s in his mid-thirties. There’s no way he’s talking to me,” I argued, but my friend wasn’t having it.

“Who cares? He’s thirty and what? He has been staring too, he obviously likes you. He probably doesn’t want to come over because of us, so just go to him.”

They did everything to make me go to him, but I was just too shy. I wasn’t sure I could handle it if he turned me down. So I just sat there and basked in my wild thoughts.

Shortly after, he got a call and walked out. That was my cue too. At least if he declines now, no one will see or know.

“That’s my girl!” My friend hyped me as I stood up and followed him.

I tried to push back the doubt that was fast building up in my head but just then, I turned around the corner and saw him. He was there with a lady, hands squeezing her perfectly curved a*s and lips down her throat.

From her hot figure, I could tell she was a model. She was beautiful and stunning, and I couldn’t get over the way he was soft with her. Of course, he’d go for perfect girls like her, not a 16-year-old naive girl like me.

Still, I didn’t leave. I stood there and watched him do things to her. Things that made me wet and dripping, and wishing I was the one in his arms. Gosh! He was so good. He knew all the right places to touch and had her begging for more. The more she moaned, the deeper he went.

He finally looked up but I’d vanished then. I couldn’t let him see me. I couldn’t let him see how desperate I wanted him.

I didn’t go back to my friends though. I went home from there, but that scene never left my head. It was wild, it was intense. It was everything that I ever wanted.

I’ve had two boyfriends since then, but s*x with them never felt satisfying the way my mystery man handled his girl. Since I couldn’t have him, I went on craving him during the day and having wet dreams of him in the night. Every night, he appears in my steamy dreams and satisfies all my wild cravings.

That was enough for me since I knew I would never see him again until that day when Hope knocked on my door. She introduced herself as my new roommate, and before the end of the day, I already knew everything about her.

Hope is the 19-year-old daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Tony. Her mom is out of the picture since she cheated with his best friend and her dad divorced her. Since then, Hope has no tolerance for betrayal, especially from friends, which is why she didn’t keep close friends, but I was different… so she says. She liked me and, funny as it seemed, she actually pronounced me her best friend. It was dramatic, and I couldn’t stop laughing that evening.

Apparently, her dad bought a house for her close to the school, but she decided to come check out the dorm. By evening, after we became best friends, she decided to live in the dorm with me.

I didn’t think I would enjoy it because she was a billionaire’s kid, and I know them to be spoiled and entitled brats. But Hope was different. She has a good heart and a free spirit.

A week before our break, she invited me to come with her to her house, but I refused. I wasn’t even going to go home, I was going to stay behind and help my boyfriend. He failed some courses and I wanted to help him study for the retake.

I thought Hope had agreed until she jumped on my bed the next morning. She shoved her phone in my face and the video that was on display shocked the heck out of me.

“I asked my dad to make a video and convince you to come over! Please, please, please don’t say no. I’ll die if you don’t come with me.” She let out dramatically while I took the phone from her.

She was happy when I got so serious with the video. She thought she had been able to convince me, but I was actually staring at the man on the screen. Her dad. He looked exactly like my mystery man from my 16th birthday party.

“This is your dad?” I finally found my voice while she nodded excitedly.

“Yeap! That’s my dad. He’s so handsome, right? I know. He’s forty-five, had me when he was twenty-five, and we’ve been buddies since then.” She let out and then took the phone from me.

I felt some relief when she mentioned his age. It can’t be him. My mystery man is definitely in his late thirties. But then, I was still curious and wanted to see things for myself.

“Why are you so silent? Are you still saying no?” She asked in a low tone.

“Actually, you know what? My answer is yes. I’m coming with you.” I replied while she jumped on me and hugged me tightly.

“Oh my… I love you so f*cking much, Daisy!” she exclaimed.

We started packing immediately and, just so I could have the best travel experience, she agreed to a road trip…

“We should be home in another thirty minutes. I’m so excited!” Hope exclaimed, finally pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yayyyy!!!” I let out too, trying to hide my nervousness.

What if he’s the one? What if my mystery man is actually Hope’s dad? What do I do then?

Those are the thoughts that fought in my head. A part of me wished he wasn’t the one because how would I tell my best friend that her dad is my crush? The same man that appears in my steamy dreams. But then, the other part of me really wishes he’s the one. I just want to see him again and be with him. Even if it’s just once, I want him inside of me. I want to moan hard to his touch and scream his name till I lose my voice.

“Whichever one it is, I’m about to find out.” I thought to myself, but with each passing minute that we got closer, I got more nervous.

It got really worse when we pulled in front of the house. But the moment the gate opened, and I saw the huge luxurious beauty in front of me, I forgot about my worry for a second.

Of course, I know she’s a rich kid, but I wasn’t expecting this. It was like the mansions I thought only existed in movies.

“Dad! Daddy!! Daddy come out, your baby is here!” Hope kept yelling as she got out of the car and ran towards the house.

I laughed at her as I got out too, but then stopped the moment the door opened, and her dad stepped out.

“Sweetheart!” He let out excitedly while Hope jumped into his wide-open arms.

I stood there and watched them in awe. My fears had just been unlocked. Right in front of me was my mystery man. My fantasy s*x god who appears in my hot dreams every night is my best friend’s dad…