All Chapters of Craving Daddy's Bestfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bastian's POV Once again, I felt her breath before I saw her, soft and warm against my skin, like a secret. I turned, my hands outstretched to touch her, but she was just out of reach. The moonlight caught the curves of her body, her skin glowing as if she were made of shadows and light. Lilith. She stood before me, yet out of reach, mischief glinting in her eyes. Her lips parted, curling into that wicked sexy smile she always wore when she knew she had me. She always had me hooked and panting for more. "Come closer," she whispered, her voice winding around me, soft, dangerous and alluring. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than the last. I moved toward her, every muscle in my body aching, burning with a need I couldn't explain nor understand. But no matter how close I got, she drifted farther away, taunting me with that damn laugh, reechoes like melodious music. She was my master and I, her slave. Suddenly, her hands were on me, tracing lines over my chest, wit

Bastian's POV Today was the Ammoret charity ball, I would likely be meeting Lilith there. I have been avoiding her. It has not been easy but I have to do it for her. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the tenth time. The silk caught the light just right, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t focus on my reflection, no matter how bad I tried. My mind was spinning from another damn message from her. I got it this morning. Her voice, her moans, they had haunted me all day, making it impossible to keep my thoughts straight even at the office. Tonight was meant to be different. I had forged a plan. I was going to protect and avoid her at all costs. That’s why I had asked Sabrina to come with me to the event. Sabrina was everything I should want, gorgeous, smart, and most importantly, age-appropriate. I could do this. I could. I will not screw this. I made my way to the event, New York city, lights flashing by in a blur, I forced myself to t

Bastian POV I sat across from Dr. Thompson, but the quiet of his office wasn’t helping the storm inside me. His walls were covered with certificates and paintings, but none of it could calm the mess in my chest. Dr. Thompson adjusted his glasses and leaned forward. “You’ve been more tense and quiet than usual, Bastian. What’s on your mind?” I sighed, rubbing my face. Where should I start? Should I tell him I’m thinking things I shouldn’t about my best friend’s daughter? Or that guilt is eating me alive? I decided to go with a safer topic, even though it wasn’t much safer. “I keep thinking about them,” I muttered. “Sofia. And Ellana.” Dr. Thompson’s face softened like he understood. I hated how he looked at me, like I was about to break. “It’s natural to think about them, especially after what happened.” I closed my eyes, memories crashing down like waves, nearly drowning me. Sofia, my daughter, just 18, had her whole life ahead of her. And Ellana, my wife, the woman I

Lilith's POVAs I walked out of Bastian's house, tears streamed down my face. I was hurt and angry at his stubborn, old ways. I understand he’s trying to protect me, I really do, but I can’t help how much I want him. Who wouldn’t want a man like Bastian Lockhart, CEO of S-Electronics, the best phone company in New York City? Bastian is the kind of man that looks at you and just makes you weak in your knees.I hadn’t meant to fall in love with Bastian. Growing up with him and my dad around was the best feeling ever. The fact that someone so powerful was friends with my dad and took care of me as if I was the greatest treasure ever made him even more appealing.I wish things could have stayed that way without me complicating them. When I turned sixteen, Bastian started to seem less like an uncle and more like someone I was attracted to. I could have blamed it on teenage hormones, but now I don’t know what to think.I never planned to go after Bastian. He had always been my sweet uncle t

Lilith’s POVLooking at the message on my phone, I decided to excuse myself. My hands were shaking with excitement. That’s how badly I feel about him.“Are you okay, baby?” my dad asked. He must have noticed how shaky I was.“Yes, Daddy. I’m alright,” I replied, giving him a small smile. I stood up to head to my room.“Goodnight, Daddy,” I said quietly, not waiting for a response. I hurriedly climbed the stairs to my room, my body brimming with excitement. This house will always hold so many memories for me. Some are happy, but some are painful.As much as I hate to admit it, those memories are haunting me now, especially after what my mom did. I don’t really know how I’m feeling, and maybe that’s why I’ve put all my energy into messing with my dad’s best friend. I guess I’m not that different from my mom after all.I opened my bedroom door and stepped inside. My dad kept the room exactly as it was. My favorite dolls are still around, and the walls are still painted in my favorite blu