Chapter 5(Kiss)

After we finished eating, we went upstairs. When we arrived in Amarah’s room, I immediately took a shower and changed into comfortable sleepwear. Meanwhile, Amarah acted as if she didn't care about what had happened earlier. What surprised me even more was seeing her take sleeping pills.

"You're really crazy," I said, laughing. "I need to sleep. I don't want to think about Daddy," she replied before lying down on the bed. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep as well. I was left awake, staring at the ceiling. I tossed and turned several times, but sleep still wouldn't come to me.

When I checked the time on my phone, it was already 11:00 PM. I sighed. Having nothing else to do, I decided to go downstairs and get some fresh air in the garden. The whole house was quiet as I slowly walked down the stairs.

When I stepped into the garden, I immediately felt the cool breeze. There were a few chairs there and enough light from the garden lamps so it wasn't too dark around. I walked quietly toward one of the chairs.

But before I could even sit down, I saw a familiar figure. I froze. Amarah's dad was there. It looked like he had just arrived in the garden. I immediately felt awkward. I planned to just go back inside the house so I wouldn't disturb him. But before I could turn around, I heard his voice. "Athena," he called out to me..

I had no choice but to approach him. I walked quietly toward where he was sitting in the garden. As I got closer, I noticed the bottle of beer he was holding. There was another one sitting on the small table beside him. It seemed like he had been sitting there for a while.

I was also slightly surprised to notice that he seemed to have been drinking. He wasn't rowdy or loud, but it was obvious in his eyes and movements that the alcohol had gotten to him a bit. "Good evening, sir," I greeted softly. He nodded slightly. "Good evening." A moment of silence passed between us.

I didn't know whether I should sit down or just go back inside the house. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier," he said suddenly. I looked at him. "Sir?" "About Amarah." I immediately shook my head. "No, it's okay, sir." He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"That child is just so stubborn." I couldn't help but smile slightly. "That's true, sir." He chuckled softly. For the first time, I saw the serious expression soften slightly on his face. "And you got dragged into it, too." I immediately shook my head. "It was my fault as well, sir. I lied, too." "True." I looked down at his answer. But after a few seconds, he spoke again. "But I know you weren't the one behind it." I looked up at him. Under the garden lights, I could see the tiredness in his eyes more clearly.

It looked as though he hadn't gotten enough rest in days. "You were probably just worried about Amarah, sir," I said carefully. He sighed again. "Not probably." He smiled slightly. "I really am worried." I nodded silently. As an only child, I knew how much Amarah meant to him.

And in that moment, I didn't see the strict, intimidating father I knew, but rather a father willing to do anything to protect his child. Because of that, I couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him. And for the first time, our conversation felt light while it was just the two of us.

We remained quiet for a few more moments. Only the sound of the wind and the crickets in the garden could be heard all around. After a while, he stood up from his seat. I thought he was about to head inside the house, so I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But I was surprised when he took a step closer to me. I remained seated while he stood right in front of me. "Sir?" I asked, confused. He leaned down slightly, making me notice the serious expression on his face. I suddenly felt self-conscious.

Not for any sinister reason, but simply because I wasn't used to the two of us talking like this alone. "There's a leaf in your hair," he said gently. I froze.

He slowly pointed to my hair and smiled slightly. I immediately touched my head and indeed found a small, dry leaf that had probably gotten caught while I was walking through the garden.

"Ah... thank you, sir," I said bashfully. He just nodded before straightening up again. I didn't know why, but I felt even more self-conscious in that simple situation. Maybe because of the quietness of the night. Or maybe because of the serious way he was looking at me. But I quickly brushed away whatever thoughts were creeping in. He was my best friend's father.

But he bent down again and suddenly kissed me. I pushed him away slightly at first, but I got carried away. We traded tongue touches back and forth until his kisses reached my neck. "Ummmh ahh." I was moaning from what he was doing, but instead of stopping him, I was actually enjoying what he was doing.

Until his kisses returned to my lips and we kissed once more, his hands traveling across my body until he slipped them inside my clothes. "Ahhhh ummmhh Tito." I moaned. He slowly lifted me up to take me inside; I couldn't do anything, nor could I stop myself.

We went into his room while he was still carrying me. It was like I was actually enjoying what he was doing to me—even if he was my best friend's daddy, whatever.

He set me down on his bed, then slowly took off my clothes. My full chest was exposed to him. "Shiit auummmhh." Then he took one into his mouth while his other hand was on my other breast, slowly stroking them. "Tito ahhhhhh it feels so good ammhh Tito," I moaned.

Until his hand slid into my shorts, stroking my wet vulva because of what he was doing. "Aaaaahh," I heard him groan... He slowly took off my shorts along with my panties. Then he took off his clothes and kissed me on my lips again. I responded to every kiss he gave me.