Yes or yes

It was time for dinner but I couldn't bring myself to go downstairs. He'll be there, and dear God, I can't face him.

So I'm here, locked in my room, curled up in my bed, and shedding quiet tears.

There was this heavy coat of guilt shrinking me up and I couldn't shrug it off. The first time, I was ready to forgive myself with a promise that it'd never happen again. I'd never get close to my best friend's Father again.

But after what happened in his office today and returning to live here, I can't even look at myself in the mirror. I feel very disgusted.

“Willow?” April's soft voice invaded my mind. I looked up sharply and she was at the door.

I wiped my eyes quickly, forcing a smile. “Hey, girl.”

“Let's go have dinner.” She beamed.

A thousand excuses lingered on the tip of my lips. I wanted so badly to opt out of this. But then she'd ask me endless questions and I'll be trapped. That's a worse fate.

So maybe I should just get this dinner over with.

“Sure. I'll be there in a minute.”

“Don't take too long.” She left, shutting the door after her.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face. Then I went downstairs, all braced up.

April was giggling, mouthful. Her Father was chuckling too. They had such a father-daughter bond that I can't help but get jealous sometimes. I'd give anything to have that with Dad. I mean, without Mum reminding me how sinful and toxic he was for me.

“Oh, there you are,” April waved at me. “I was beginning to think you dozed off or something.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, slipping into my seat which was right next to hers.

I couldn't look up, because that would mean meeting his gaze. So I just kept my head down and slowly began shoving the food into my mouth.

It was a bit comforting that he didn't try striking up a conversation with me either. The only uncomfortable thing I had to deal with was his gaze, staying on me more often than normal. And his very intoxicating cologne, dear God.

“Dad, I have a question,” April broke the brief silence.

“Sure, sweetie. What is it?”

“Do you think I'm old enough to have a boyfriend?”

He chuckled. “Is this a test?”

“I'm serious,” she laughed.

“Well, I don't know. Do you think you're old enough?”

“Yes,” she answered a bit too enthusiastically. Anyone would figure out the fact that she's already seeing someone.

But her Dad just laughed. Maybe that clue flew past his head.

“Well then, if you say so.” He said. “Just let me know who the little piece of shit is. So I'll know who to come for if anything…you know, premature, happens to you.”

“Thanks Dad!!” She squealed, dancing with her feet.

It was so hard not to look up at this moment. It was hard to keep my gaze lowered or my mouth shut. But I did. I mean, I was doing that, until…

“Dad, do you also think Willow’s old enough to have a boyfriend?”

I froze. She must have seen my reaction and it made her laugh out loud.

“No.” The grumpy answer forced me to look at him. His face wasn't betraying anything. But his voice did.

“What? Dad, she's a month older than I am. So if you think I'm old enough to have a boyfriend, then Willow should be old enough too.”

“I never said you were old enough. You assumed you were old enough.” His tone was getting colder and snappy.

“Dad, it's the same thing. You're willing to overlook it if I get a boyfriend. So how isn't Willow allowed to have one?”

“Because she's fucking naive and…and…” he gritted his teeth. I didn't miss his clenched fist either. Goosebumps ran through my arms.

“Nevermind.” He said, stood and left the table. April gave me an astonished look.

“What just happened?”

I shrugged. “No idea…”

“Does Daddy really think you're naive? That's insulting.”

I wasn't listening to her words. My brain had stopped when she said DADDY. It was what I'd called me today after he finger-fucked me to tears.

Snap out of it, Willow!

“I'm gonna talk to him. He shouldn't think so lowly of you.”

“It's fine, really.” I let out a nervous chuckle. My stomach was too tight, it'd be hard to digest any more food. But I couldn't leave the table either. So I just kept forcing myself to eat.

Soon, we were done and April went to her room. I stayed downstairs to wash the dishes. They have maids for that and it pisses her off when I opt to wash them, but I can't help not washing them.

I'm living here for free. This is the least I can do to not feel like a damn freeloader.

The kitchen lights were dim but the hallways and living room lights were off. It was almost midnight and everyone should be asleep right now.

I'll go to bed soon, just after I'm done with this. The sad thing is that it’s taking hours for me to finish washing these dishes. My mind keeps wandering and I'm having a hard time preventing it from thinking about him.

“How many more rinses does that plate need?” The familiar baritone had me gasping.

My fingers lost their strength in a second and the plate fell into the water-filled sink. Thank God it didn't hit the ground.

My heart was bursting at the sight of him. Mr. Joe Anderson. He was leaning against the door frame, dressed in just grey joggers. There was no shirt. The sight of his taut bare chest was mind-bogglingly exciting.

The sudden twitching in my pussy made me angry at myself. But God, he's so fine. Anyone would lose their mind…

“Do you need help with that?” His voice had dropped to a lazy, husky sound.

I shook my head quickly. “No…”

“Didn't I forbid you from using that word with me?”

I gulped, unsure of what else to say. My heart raced faster when he left the door and started stalking me.

I panicked. “April might still be awake…”

“No. She's fast asleep. I'm just coming back from kissing her goodnight and apologising for my attitude at dinner. I didn't mean to snap at her like that.”

“Oh…okay.” I nodded. He was sorry for his attitude towards her but not about the fact that he called me naive?

He stopped. There was a little distance between us. His eyes were ravaging me recklessly. I'm gonna melt if he continues giving me that look.

“You should go to bed too, Sir. I need to finish up here.” I struggled not to stutter between sentences.

He came closer, slowly turning me around to face the sink. I gasped as he stood behind me, his body pressed against mine as he held my hands, slowly making me continue washing the plates.

The proximity was killing me. The firm, assaulting rub of his bulge on my lower back was sending mad waves between my thighs.

His hands on mine were broad and overpowering. He guided my hand to drop the plate and made me pick another. I was trying to get used to this. But his bulge was messing with me.

Then his lips grazed my earlobe. “Do you really wanna get a boyfriend?”

I stopped moving my hand. He took the plate from my grip and dropped it into the sink.

“That's enough washing for the night.”

His hand played with my hair, shifting it to a corner, while grazing my skin with his fingers. His other hand was on my waist. My hands were tightly braced on the sink counter, shivering from everything he was doing.

“Willow,” he whispered, moving his hips. His bulge pressed into my back. I was quick to bite down my gasp.

“Sir…” I whispered.

“I asked you a question.” His lips grazed my nape, sending mad chills down my spine.

“I…I…don't know…”

“I’m sorry I called you naive. You're not. And you're old enough to have a boyfriend. I just…” he moved his hips again. The gasp escaped my lips. His hand moved up from my waist, cupping my right boobs through my blouse.

“Please stop…”

“I just can't imagine you hanging out with those small, college dudes. They're not good for you.”

“Stop…” that came out in moans.

“If you need a boyfriend so bad, then let me fill in that position. Fuck the age difference. I can do more for you than those little boys will ever do.”

“You can't be serious…”

“I am. Very fucking serious.” He fussed with my blouse, trying to lift it up.

“Sir Anderson, please stop. Let's not do this anymore. I beg you.” I was already in tears.

His hand slipped under my blouse, pinching my nipples. I recoiled at the pleasure it gave me. But my mind wouldn't let me relax. I squirmed even harder, trying to escape him. But God, I feel so helpless.

“Sure. But not until I get a reply from you, Willow. Be my girlfriend. Yes or yes?”