Filthy Desires: A Dad's Best Friend Story

Jake left the house soon after that with dad and when my father returned late at night, Jake wasn’t with him.My father and I have had a routine ever since I was a kid. He is a very busy man with running his company and dealing with clients. Sometimes he would be late to events at school and sometimes even miss them.But every single day, we eat dinner together at 9 p.m. in front of the massive home theatre while watching a different movie. It was his way of making up for it and he only ever misses it when he travels.Last night was his turn to pick a movie and he picked a bloody slasher movie. I couldn’t tell you the name even if I tried. I spent the entire movie bitching about the characters and ridiculing their actions which led to dad telling me to shut up which then led me to telling him to pick better movies.Then he threw popcorn at me, then I threw some back, and from there, we just ended up talking about a bunch of crazy things before he threatened to shove a sock in my mouth

I could hear every ragged breath that left Jake’s lips, could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he stared down at me, could see the swirling darkness in his eyes. His desire was tangible, I could taste it, see it, feel it. We were so close to each other, it was almost like we were breathing the same air, feeling the same breeze, all it took was one wrong- or right- move and we would be pressed impossibly close together.Just when I thought he would make the move, he closed his eyes and took a slow step backwards. His rejection hit me square in the centre of my chest.“I’m not playing this game with you Hayley.”He had never rejected me so plainly before. But then again, I had never made my intentions known so plainly either. Maybe it was all in my head; maybe I made up those glances, read too much into them because I wanted to believe that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Maybe I was being delusional and I’m just the annoying little girl who he can’t seem to get rid of.

I woke up the next morning feeling like I was in some sort of bubble. I woke up with a euphoric feeling bubbling in my chest. It was almost like I could hear the birds singing by my bed and I could have sworn I would have woken up to a full rainbow in the centre of my room.Before I even opened my eyes I had decided it was going to be a good day. I lay in bed and thought about yesterday’s events and couldn’t help but smile sheepishly to myself. It feels like a dream and I don’t want to wake up from it.I finally gathered the courage to peel my eyes open and I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, it read 8: 05 a.m. I can’t remember the last time I woke up this late, then again, I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm that intense; my bad, two orgasms that intense and in one night.I turned to the now cold side of the bed where Jake had slept. The dip was still there so I knew it wasn’t a dream but it was cold, indicating that he had gotten up a while ago. I wonder why he didn’

Talking to clients is hard enough but talking to clients when you’re turned on, sexually frustrated and have nothing on so you can feel the wetness between your thighs is even worse.Every single thing Winston said seemed to frustrate me more than usual and it was a conscious effort to not drag him by the collar, throw him out of my office and slam the door in his face. I unknowingly found myself counting down the hours until he would get out.The moment our meeting was done, I didn’t even wait for him to do his usual snobbish goodbyes; I just slammed the door and lay my head against it in frustration.Unfortunately, Winston wasn’t my last client for the day and I had to deal with that three more times before I was able to call it a day and hightail it out of there. On my way to the parking lot, I was ambushed by Charles. This time it took all the self control left in me for me to not scream.“Can I help you Charles?” I asked as I piled my things into the passenger side of my car.“I

By the time I woke up the next morning, Jake was already up. His side of the bed was still warm so I knew that he hadn’t been up for a while. As I pulled myself into a sitting position, I saw him step out of my bathroom with a towel tied around his waist.“Well this is a sight,” I teased, “It almost makes me want to stay in bed all day.”“Nice try baby girl but we have work; I already drew a bath for you.”I was surprised by his last sentence. I didn’t know how to respond to him so I just smiled at him and pulled myself out of bed.By the time I got out of the bathroom, Jake was already dressed in his suit from yesterday. It smelled like my clothes softener so I’m assuming he put it in the washing machine while I was asleep.He stared at me in my towel and muttered a few choice words under his breath, “I’ll make us breakfast because if I stay here, neither of us is going to work.”He didn’t wait for me to respond before he walked out of the room. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself