All Chapters of In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She stirs, moaning softly in my neck, before she pulls back and stares at me, then at the notebook that’s still open on the letterM.All sleep whooshes away from her face as she startles and snatches it from my fingers. She staggers to the other side of the sofa, pulling it close to her chest.“It means nothing.” She smiles, but it’s with effort and barely-there. This woman can’t fake a smile to save her life and it’s weirdly endearing.“Do you want to find her?”“No!” she says too fast, too defensively.“Hey, this is me, not King. You don’t have to lie or hide to protect his feelings.”She winces. “Was I that obvious?”“Kind of.”“It’s not that I want to find her because I want a relationship with her like Dad thinks. I just want to ask her why, you know? I want to know why I meant so little that she threw me away and didn’t care whether I lived or died.”“I understand.”“You do?”“I’m sure King understands, too, even though he doesn’t want to admit it or admit that he can’t erase he

“I can take anything you offer, Nate.” She smiles and I can’t help mirroring it. Lately, I noticed how easy it is to smile around her.“Come on, let me take care of you.”“I love that. When you take care of me, I mean.”I carry her in my arms and take her to the shower, where I fuck her slower in the cunt while I clean her. Then I wash her hair with her vanilla shampoo. She kisses me on the neck for having remembered to pack it.We spend more than an hour in there, fucking and cleaning and messing everything up again, especially after she gets on her knees to clean me and ends up sucking my balls dry.Once we’re done, I wrap her in a towel and carry her back to the bedroom to dry her hair.“It’ll dry on its own,” she grumbles, staring at me through the mirror.“That’s not healthy. Stop being lazy.” I run my fingers through her strands and inhale her scent. The scent that should be boring but is now growing on me more than anything. Then I turn off the hairdryer and brush the strands b

“Of course.”I storm to Dad’s room even though my limbs barely carry me. Nate doesn’t follow me and I think it’s because he wants to talk to the doctor.There’s a nurse moving Dad’s arm so he doesn’t get bedsores. Ever since his bruises and broken bones healed, he just looks asleep.When it got to be too much and I missed him so badly, I used to sit beside him and joke that he doesn’t fit the Sleeping Beauty role. It was either that or crying whenever I came here.“I’ll do it,” I tell the nurse, and she lets me, even though she stays to watch. I learned how to move my father, to wash his hair without much water, to clean his body, and make him as comfortable as possible.“Dad…it’s me, Gwen,” I announce my presence before I lift his arm and stretch it out. He lets out a sound, a grunt or a moan, I don’t know which.I stare at the nurse, bug-eyed, and she nods. “It’s because you’re stretching his arm.”“Am I hurting him?”“No. I believe he’s probably reacting to your voice. Keep talking

Gwyneth“Welcome home.”Dad smiles as he steps into the living room. He doesn’t even need me or the crutches anymore. He only needed some physical rehabilitation, but zero mental.In ten days, he was able to walk, talk, and when Daniel and Knox came to visit, he even scolded them for cases they almost lost a few days before his accident.He remembers everything.The doctor said it’s because he didn’t have severe damage to his brain, which is why he was able to make a fast recovery.And just like that, I have my dad back.I still can’t believe it as we walk together into our home. Even though he’s wearing his shirt and pants, he doesn’t fill them like before. He’s lost weight and often appears wary, as if there’s something heavy perching on his shoulders. So I massage those shoulders, hopping now and then because Dad is really tall.His critical gaze roams over the place, taking in every nook and every surface as if he’s searching for something.Or someone.I stop my hopping and step i

“You can’t afford to lose him. He’s your father and your only family.”That brings tears to my eyes because the meaning behind his words hits me straight in my barely-beating heart. He knows how much Dad means to me, so in order for me not to lose him, he’ll risk losing him.He’ll risk being tossed aside for me.He’d rather be abandoned again than have me go through it.And that hurts. Because he’s not supposed to take the fall for me when he doesn’t do feelings. When he stopped touching me instead of trying to fight forme.“I’m going to take responsibility for my actions, Nate. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for a fuck buddy.”A muscle jumps in his cheek and he tightens his jaw. I can tell he’s pining for patience, because he breathes heavily before he speaks. “That’s not what you are, so stop using those fucking terms, Gwyneth.”“That’s what people my age call a sexual relationship. Fuck buddies. Isn’t that what we were?”“If you were my fuck buddy, I wouldn’t have honored yo