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26. I Love him

Autor: C Pinky
last update Última actualización: 2025-11-27 23:59:08
26. FEW HOURS EARLIER

ELI;

My shoulders were tight by the time the call rang into voicemail for what felt like the thousandth time. I couldn't sleep. Nick as well. We laid on the couch in his living room all night staring at the door and hoping she'd come back.

Olandria. My best friend. My family. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have let this fester until it blew up in out faces.

But how do you tell your best friend you're in love with her Dad?

How do you confess something like
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    I went to Damon's apartment after midnight, when I was sure no one would see me.He opened the door before I even knocked, pulled me inside, kissed me before I could say hello."Missed you," he said against my mouth."Saw you this morning.""Doesn't count. I couldn't touch you.""You can now."He did. Hands sliding under my jacket, my shirt, finding bare skin. I melted into him, let the stress of the day fade.We made it to the couch before clothes started coming off."How was your first day?" he asked between kisses."Fine. Boring, mostly. New class, new professor—""Anyone I should worry about?"I thought about lying. Decided against it. "New guy in my Strategy class. Transferred from Colorado."Damon pulled back slightly, eyes searching mine. "And?""And nothing. He just seems nice.""Nice how?""Are you jealous?""Should I be?"I laughed, pulled him back down for a kiss. "No. You shouldn't be.""Good." But there was an edge to his voice that hadn't been there before.We moved to t

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    82. I Love You

    LEXIThree weeks had passed since Raines was escorted off campus.Three weeks of relative peace. No scandals. No confrontations. No threats.Just me and Damon, sneaking around like teenagers, stealing moments wherever we could find them.It should have felt liberating. After everything with Cara, Marcus, Raines—we'd survived. We were still together.But the secrecy was starting to wear on me.I felt it in the way I had to calculate every interaction. The way I couldn't look at him too long in the hallways. The way we had to pretend to be nothing more than former student and professor when anyone was watching.The way I had to lie to everyone I loved about the most important thing in my life.My phone buzzed as I walked across campus toward my first class of the new semester.**Eli:** *How's school going? Haven't heard from you in a while.*I stopped, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. The truth wanted to spill out—*I'm in love with my former professor and we're hiding it from everyone

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    My Professor

    LEXI I wanted to fuck my professor. There. I said it. Thought it. Admitted it to myself in the silence of my dorm room at three in the morning when sleep wouldn't come because all I could think about was his hands. Professor Damon Cross had hands that could break a man's neck. I'd seen him demonstrate it in Combat Training—swift, efficient, brutal. The kind of hands that spoke of violence and control. And I wanted them on me. God, I was so fucked. Not literally. Not yet. But mentally? Emotionally? I'd been fucked since the first day I walked into his class and he looked at me like I was nothing special. Like being Lorenzo's daughter didn't mean shit to him. It shouldn't have turned me on. But it did. --- Let me back up. My name is Lexi Morales, and I'm eighteen years old. Freshly graduated from Silverpine High, daughter of Alpha Lorenzo, and currently enrolled in the most prestigious werewolf training academy in North America. I should be focused on my studies. On proving

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    Strip For Me

    ELI I can't sleep. I lie in my bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything Nick said. Every word. Every fucking word. "Two days." Like that's all this is. Like I'm nothing. Like we're nothing. My eyes burn but I'm done crying. Now I'm just angry. And hurt. And so fucking tired of wanting someone who won't claim me. When morning light starts filtering through my window, I hear him moving around downstairs. Making coffee probably. Going through his routine like everything's fine. Like he didn't just rip my heart out. I stay in bed. Let him wonder. Let him worry. Footsteps on the stairs. Coming closer. A soft knock on my door. "Eli?" His voice is rough. Like he didn't sleep either. Good. "Please. Open the door. Let's talk." I don't answer. "Eli, come on. I know you're awake." "There's nothing to talk about," I say. My voice sounds dead even to my own ears. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" "You didn't mean what?" I sit up, anger flooding back. "To prove

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    Fuck Patience

    ELI "What are we doing?" Nick asks quietly. "Really?" I know what he's asking. What this is. What it means. "I don't know," I admit. "But I don't want it to stop." "Me neither." His arms tighten around me. "But when Olandria comes back—" "I know." We fall silent. The unfinished conversation hanging between us. I don't want to think about that. Don't want to think about what happens when reality crashes back in. Right now, I just want this. Him. Us. "We'll figure it out," I say finally. "Yeah." Neither of us believes it. *** Later, we're still in bed. Naked and tangled together. Comfortable in a way that shouldn't be possible after only a week. Nick's phone rings. We both freeze. He reaches for it, looks at the screen. His whole body tenses. "It's Olandria." My heart stops. "Don't answer." "I have to." He sits up. "It'll look weird if I don't." "Okay. Okay." I start to move away but he catches my wrist. "Stay." He answers. FaceTime. Her face

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    Can We Try Again?

    ELI I stroke him slowly. Root to tip. Watching his face. He's trying so hard to stay still. To be good. I lean down, lick a slow stripe up the underside. "Fuck!" His hips buck. I pull back. "Stay still." "I'm trying—" "Try harder." I take just the head in my mouth. Suck gently. His hands fist in the sheets. I work him slowly. Taking him deeper, pulling back, using my tongue. Building him up gradually. His breathing gets ragged. His thighs start to shake. "Eli—I'm getting close—" I pull off immediately. He makes this broken, desperate sound. "Tell me what I am to you," I say. "You're everything." I wait. "You're—fuck—you're everything I want. Everything I need." "Not good enough." I don't touch him. Just sit there watching his cock twitch, watching him struggle. "Eli, please—" "Two days, Nick. Is that all this is?" "No! No, it's not—" "Then what is it?" "It's—" He's panting. "It's everything. You're everything. This isn't two days, it's

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