Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

Xavier Over The Summer, Hazel and I settle into a new kind of life together, one that feels like a hybrid of our many roles.By day, Hazel takes a pre-university course at the University of British Columbia to improve her chances of admission when she applies next spring. I drive her to school, pack her lunch, make dinner, and take care of her as I always have.But at night, in the privacy of our home, we take on new forbidden roles, exploring a taboo that fulfills something unique in each of us. For me, being Hazel’s Daddy is about more than the taboo role-play. I enjoy the way it intersects with BDSM and allows me explore domination, as well as satisfying my need to express my love through caretaking. Being Hazel’s protector and provider adds a dimension of meaning to my life I didn’t know that I was missing.In our new dynamic, Hazel discovers a sense of security that I see reflected in her confidence. She’s happy and carefree knowing that she can count on me to look after her.Mo

EpilogueHazel“These Plans All need to be reviewed by Xavier,” says Cynthia, dumping a stack of folders in my arms. In the year that I’ve been interning at Kearns & Rochat, Cynthia has become a friend, even though I maintain that she’s far too glamorous to hang out with me. “Drinks later?” she adds, as I turn to walk to the door.“Sure,” I say with a smile. It’s only been a couple of months since my nineteenth birthday, and it’s still a thrill to order drinks in a bar. Cynthia and I have been going out after work about once a week ever since I became old enough to drink.It’s nice to have a friend—someone who actually likes me. With Cynthia, I can be myself. She never judges me or turns cruel.I haven’t spoken a word to Christine, or anyone else from high school, since the day of our final exam. For a while, Kye was bugging me on social media, but now I’ve deleted all my accounts. Maybe it’s strange to say, for a nineteen year old with no social media accounts or friends my age to sp

“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.“What, kiddo?” Jaxon had grinned, making my knees weak all over again.I’d shaken my head. “Can you just call me Everly?”He’d held my gaze, his hand still stroking the small of my back.“And I think it was the Everclear,” I mumbled, turning to dry heave at the thought of the high-proof booze that was notorious for making teens wasted.Jaxon had helped me into the house. He’d made sure my dad didn’t wake up. He’d washed my face with a washcloth, carried me into bed as the dizziness took over, gave me a glass of water, and tucked me in. He didn’t call me kiddo after that night.…He swapped to “Everclear” instead.There in the house that summer afternoon, I knew we were alone again. Tara and Amy were outside, my dad was golfing, and Catherine was at a happy hour somewhere. I tiptoed to the door to the lower level, listening for the sounds of him working out, but the lights were off and it was quiet.If frowned, my fingers twisting together as I’d headed

Everly“Miss?”With a start I realized the cab was stopped, and in front of my father and Jaxon’s office building. I followed the wide-eyed stare of the cab driver through the rearview mirror and also realized with a hot flush that my skirt had ridden high on my thighs — like, scandalously high. I quickly yanked it down, blushing furiously, before handing my money to the driver and scampering out of the car.My pulse pounded as I rose in the glass elevator — my nervousness and the aching heat inside of me rising with each floor. At last, it opened to the law firm's floor, and I stepped out, still blushing as I stepped towards the receptionist’s desk. Back at the school, when I’d been ditching, the feeling of being bare under my skirt had been thrilling and exciting. Here though? In my dad’s freaking law firm? It was terrifying.The receptionist knew me, of course, and smiled as I asked about Jaxon. “How cute,” she must have thought, “his step-sister coming to keep him company at work

“ I'm not.”“That why you came here, princess? To what, trap me here in my office? To seduce me?”My face burned fiercely, and as I felt the hot sting of shameful tears brimming at my eyes, I started to look down. But suddenly, with a gasp, I felt his hand touch my chin — his soft, powerful, strong fingers bruising my jaw as he tilted my head up.“Well you’ve got me here, princess,” he purred quietly. “So spring the trap.”I panted quietly, my heart hammering in my chest as this beautiful man looked right into my eyes with the promise of fulfilling every single dirty fantasy I had hanging right there like a tease.“I— I don’t…”I bit my lip, my skin shivering as his eyes burned into mine.“I don’t know how…” I whispered, trembling slightly under his fierce gaze.“Yes you do,” he growled. “You wanna know how to seduce me, Everly? You want to know how to spring the trap?”He rose, and I gasped as he moved right into me. His muscled hips pushed my legs apart as he moved right against me,