My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet

Chapter 2 - The Reunion I could’ve lived without Nova The persistent knock on the door was what woke me up, it sounded a lot like a persistent tax collector at 7 a.m. “If you don’t stop knocking, you won’t know peace in this life and the next” Katie cried out while covering her head with her pillow, she was still sleeping and definitely hungover.“It’s Jay” Said a familiar deep voice on the other side of the door. ‘Fuck’ Katie and I groaned at the same time. Jay is Lena’s dad's bodyguard, and the same man who popped up at random to deliver gifts, check in. Pick Lena up like a VIP and reminded us just by existing that Lena dad is rich enough to have a glorified baby sitter on his payroll. And if Jay was here that means the car conveying us to Lena’s house is parked downstairs; I shot up from my bed, the sleep leaving my body instantly as I took on the mess around me. Lena and Katie were still snoring, spread out like dead angels on their beds and the floor was littered with em

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain SightNOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing.Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.Nothing scandalous ever happened.Until now.By lunch, I was trying to act like I wasn’t sitting at the table in a summer dress… commando.Grant was already there, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, forearms like a Calvin Klein ad for “Sins You Can’t Afford.” He looked up from his plate, the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth, like he knew something I didn’t.“You’re late,” he said, his voice a low rumble.“I overslept,” I muttered, sliding into the chair farthest from him like distance

Chapter SixNova Pov : Face your Fears The past week has been like an intense virtual reality game between me and Grant.I leave early for my internship, trying to avoid him, but no matter how big this mansion is, we somehow run into each other early in the morning. When I come back in the afternoon, it’s the same thing. Especially since we share breakfast and dinner, and he frequents the kitchen, gym, and library just as much as I do.I’m tired of playing this game. Today, I’m putting an end to it, also to prove to Mr. Calloway, a.k.a. Grant, that I’m more than the “little girl” label he slapped on me.The cook brought the dishes to the table, and soon after, Grant walked in, impeccable as always in a sharp suit and freshly styled hair. His black hair, streaked with silver, was the only evidence that he wasn’t getting any younger.“Hope you had a nice day at work.”I had to force my bravado to pull that off, and I almost regretted it when he just kept eating, acting like I hadn’t ju

Chapter Eight : Internship DutyNova POV I was replying to one of Tyler’s numerous texts where he was “checking on me” when I bumped into Aaron, the cold and corporately rude personal assistant to the CEO, who hasn’t physically come to the office since I started my internship.“That is the problem with you Gen Z’s… always glued to your phones.”He adjusted his brown suit and the folders that had almost fallen from his hand from me rushing into his path.“I’m really sorry, Aaron, I—”“It’s Mr. Smith to interns. We’re not on a first-name basis.”That’s a first. I’ve always known him to be standoffish and rude, but not particular about names. I didn’t know he preferred the full corporate culture, since I’ve never had a one-on-one interaction with him.He’s fond of addressing interns generally like we’re a group of kindergartners, and no one is bold enough to question him since he’s the overall head representing the CEO. His words stand.“Apologies, Mr. Smith.”I met his gaze and plaster

Chapter Ten: Tacky Bitches.Grant POV“Surprise?” The word left her lips in a squeak, almost playful, but it scraped across my nerves.This bitch had to be the dumbest clown I’d ever given the privilege of sucking my dick. And I must have been even dumber to hand her a spare key to my office.“You don’t look happy to see me,” She added, forcing a pout. Her painted lips trembled, her head tilted like some lost kitten.I gave her a flat stare, my jaw tight. “Get out.”Her eyes widened. “Don’t you miss me? Grant—”“Get Out!” My voice cracked like a whip across the room.“Fine.” She crossed her arms, shoulders hunching as if she was the victim here. She looked so pitiful it pissed me off. That’s the problem with women who don’t know their lane—you indulge them once, and suddenly they think they matter. This is what happens when you don’t have a stable partner: you end up fucking strays who you should never have taken a second look at.She blinked rapidly, then asked.“Did I do anyt