"Accidents Happen, Daddy"

Fuck me sideways!! Not only was he Kelvin's father, he was my father's best friend and business partner. What if he went to my dad and sang like a bird about what I just did?

Me: OMG, I’m so sorry, Mr. Williams. I meant to send that to someone else. Please don’t tell my dad I sent those to you! Oh god, I’m so embarrassed.

I pulled the blankets over my head, trying to shield myself from the embarrassment that wouldn’t leave me alone. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart was racing faster than it was before.

Mr. Williams: Don’t be embarrassed, Amara. You’re very sexy.

My eyes widened at his reply, and for a moment, my core burned. Mr. Williams was nearly my father’s age, but he had always been undeniably attractive.

Angela and I had a huge crush on him in high school. He was the sole source of his sons good and handsome genes.

I took a deep breath and decided to keep my response short.

Me: Thanks.

What the heck was I supposed to reply to that? "You're welcome"? Or "I think so too"?

Fuck!!

This wasn't like with his son were conversation could flow smoothly. This was the fucking father of my crush and friend of my own damn father.

He didn’t reply to me, and I didn’t know what to think. I just prayed that he wouldn’t tell my Dad about the pictures.

And just to be certain, I hid from Dad when he came home from work. Didn’t even come out for dinner. Didn’t say good night to him. Just stayed in my room, hid under my covers, and ignored everyone’s texts, including Kelvin’s.

Early the next morning, he knocked on my door and stepped into my room. The sunrays flooded through my window. “Amara, is there anything you want to tell me about?”

My eyes widened, and I sat up in bed. “Uh, no. Why?” I asked, clutching the blankets in my sweaty palms. Lord, please please please please please...

He shrugged his shoulders. “You usually come downstairs and have dinner with us. Are you sick?”

I smiled at my dad, relief washing over me. “Oh, I just wasn’t feeling that well,” I lied.

“Well, hopefully, you’re feeling better by tonight. Kelvin and his father are coming over for dinner,” he said. Then, he kissed my head and left for work.

Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. I has been so excited that Kelvin would be coming in with his father and I would get some time with him. Maybe to talk and well, do other things...

But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn’t know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn’t send my most intimate pictures to my crush’s father?

Like I didn’t get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy? What the future*ck is wrong with me though? A slut, that's what I am. A damned slut.

I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done. But did it help? Nope.

My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn’t control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams’s name on the screen.

Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Amara.

I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?

Was he teasing me or mocking me?

Was he being serious?

After deciding to ignore the text, I turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But I kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text.

The screen lit up with a longer message.

Mr. Williams: Are you ignoring me? I could just tell your father about those pictures if you want.

As soon as I saw his message, I picked up the phone.

Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don’t tell my dad.

Mr. Williams: It’s going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier.

I pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? I knew what this was. I knew it, and yet I was wet just thinking about it.

I … I couldn’t. I placed my phone down and took a deep breath. I should call Angela; she would know what to do. I picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up.

Mr. Williams: I’m sitting next to your dad in a meeting right now. ;)

Fuck. I did not have enough time to call and explain the blasted situation to Angela before he tells my father and I am officially disowned.

Me: Okay, okay. Just give me a second.

I scrolled through my phone, looking through all of the naked pictures that I had taken of myself the other day with Angela, and trying to find one without my face in it because if this man was going to blackmail me, at least these pictures wouldn’t have my face in them.

When I finally selected one, I sat on my bed, finger hovering over the blue Send button. My knees bounced up and down. I squeezed my eyes closed and sent it.

Few more seconds of me waiting a d staring at my phone with bated breath. Then his message chimed into my phone again.

Mr. Williams: I want one with you naked and on your knees, looking straight into the camera.

I shut my eyes tightly. Why was this happening? How could this be happening? I sent my dirty pictures to Dad’s partner and ended up in this situation.