Semua Bab In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend : Bab 101 - Bab 110

BLURB I’m only nineteen, but it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about my dad’s best friend I’ve done my best to keep away from Anton Hawthorn this past year. That’s the only way to get over his refusal to kiss me under the mistletoe. That all changes when he agrees to my parents’ request for me to stay with him for one week. I was warned to stay out of his way, but maybe I can turn on the charm for one last chance. Because now I know how to drive him wild—I saw the jealousy in his eyes when a boy took me to my prom. So, if I plan it well, he’ll be putty in my hands. I can’t fail, right? And I don’t care about the age gap or that he’s my dad’s best friend. I only care that I have one week with Anton, and I’m going to do everything I can to make him mine. Because all I want is to be Mrs. Anton Hawthorn…and to carry his child. Chapter 1 Scarlett I stare down at the cherub in my arms. She’s a beautiful little girl with too much hair for a seven-day-old baby. My fingert

AntonMy knuckles whiten against the steering wheel as I drive back to my townhouse. Scarlett’s perfume fills the car—a gentle mix of vanilla and something floral I can’t place.She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs. A sideways glance catches her profile. Those full pink lips curved up in a slight smile. The streetlights paint shadows across her face, highlighting her cheekbones before my gaze lowers to her Eiffel Tower print tee-shirt, and then I see the whisper of fabric over her bare legs.I snap my eyes back to the road.Focus on driving. Focus on anything else.I grip tighter. She tests every ounce of self-control.“Your place is in a lovely area.” Her voice breaks the tension as we pull into my driveway.“You’ve been before,” I tell her. Clenching my jaw. “And I like the area because it’s a short commute to the office.” My words come out rougher than intended.She turns toward me, and I feel her gaze on my face. I also feel as her eyes roam down my body, and it’s like the to

Scarlett“Hello,” I grumble the next morning, as I answer my mobile phone. My alarm hasn’t gone off yet, and I curse my friend as I see her name on the screen.“Hey Scarlett, how are you getting on with your secret crush?”I glance at the time and drop my head on the pillow. “It’s six thirty, Hetty. What are you doing?”“I want the tea.”“There is none.”She laughs. “Of course there is. Now start by telling me how he looked at you? Did his hand linger anywhere on your body for longer than necessary? Did he look at you weirdly?”“Ugh! He showed me my room, made me dinner, and it was more awkward than I expected. So, I’m going to pretend I’m not living in his house for a week. He looks at me like he’s still embarrassed that I tried to kiss him at the wedding.”“He would never kiss you in front of all those guests. Just turn on the charm while you’re living with him, and he’ll be eating out of your hand in no time at all.”“Do you think?” I ask, hopeful.“Yeah, of course. Just don’t be m

“You’re up early.” His gruff voice makes me jump.I turn to him. My eyes bulge as I try to withhold a squeak as Anton walks in. He is only wearing fitted boxer shorts that leavenothing to the imagination, and a thin dressing gown which is not, but really should be, tied at the waist.When he's in a suit, everything about him radiates power and dominance. But now he is almost naked, and I feel dominated in a different way.Suit or not, the power rolls off him.He’s a big man. He towers over my father, who stands at six feet on the dot. But unlike my father, Anton is big all over—all over.I swallow.I need to stop looking right away.His thighs are large and firm. Taut, defined muscles cover his stomach, and he has a delicious V that ends underneath the boxer shorts I’m staring at—and can’t stop.Stop staring at him.My gaze quickly rises, as does the heat on my face.“Where are you going?” he asks, like my staring is normal in his world.“I’m meeting Hetty.”“You haven’t had breakfast

She pushes her chair back and stands before she disappears from the table and my view. One guy keeps looking in the direction she went.Does she have a boyfriend?Her father mentioned nothing about any men in her life. He told me she never has the time, and that she is a good girl that likes to study.Which really means he never asks her.Finally, Scarlett strolls back to the table where her friends are at, but she is looking out of the window. I glance down the street at where she looks and then back to her and I think she’s spotted me.Fucking good job.“Now come to me,” I mutter.Because Scarlett has always been mine and now she is nineteen, I am going to finally have her. Because ever since her delectable curves hit a year ago, I’ve wanted her for my own. It was probably about the same time my marriage went downhill. Not that it was ever on a high. Cassandra and I were two people who had very different dreams, and once I realized how much I wanted Scarlett, I was happy to let go o