All Chapters of Craving My Father's Best Friend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anyssa's Pov What is another word for irritating again? Oh, that’s right – Ruby, my step-sister. She had organized the party and invited everyone except me.Well, look who’s about to crash their party, me. Call me dramatic, but I think stupid is the right word. And I don’t think I’m just going to crash the party alone. I’m coming with someone, like a date.My date was Sonny. He was the manager here at the company and had been trying a little too hard to get close. A greeting here and there, some coffee because he always saw me brewing it in the cafeteria and thought I ‘loved’ it. A little sticky note to start my day. Seriously, who sends sticky notes? Sonny is about 27, I think. He’s a sweet man, young and adorable with his tall, lean build and glasses. He’s like a nerd, only this time it’s not hot, just cute. Like a baby brother, kind of cute. The party was a pool party. Seriously, who has a pool party as a welcome home gift? The venue was at Mavis’s, so trust Sonny to take us ther

~ Ronan's Pov ~The way she looked in that red bikini—hips curved perfectly, breasts perfectly rounded and full, I’m begging to suck them.I’d like to think that at this point, I’m a goner for my best friend’s daughter. I know I shouldn’t have these thoughts about her because…well, because she’s my fucking BEST FRIEND’S daughter.But there was something about Anyssa that drew me to her. Was it her willingness? Her strength? Or her stubborn nature? I don’t know. I’ve been stalking her since Boston, and she has no idea. When she found me at the pool party, I was shocked to see her. I internally cursed myself for having those feelings and thoughts again, but fuck it.I meant what I said to her—I’m not done with her yet. I’d love for her to consume me. While I don’t want to admit it, Anyssa makes me feel alive, not as static as I was years ago.“Dad?”“What?”“I was asking if I should schedule a meeting with the Japanese investors. They’re coming in today.”“Oh… that. You can handle that,

~ Anyssa’s Pov ~I expected him to get angry, probably get into the car and drive off. But he said nothing, staring at me with wide eyes. His throat worked as he swallowed, then he pushed himself closer to me, and I could...I could feel him.“Why are you doing this to me, Nyssa?”“What am I doing?”“You’re making me want you,” he groaned.Oh. Ohh.“Y-you want me?” I whispered.“Yes, I do, and I hate myself for fucking admitting it.”Is that why he took me out for dinner? Is that why he called me... Doll?“Say something,” he said, bringing his hand to my chin.I stood immobile. This is me when he is close to me. This is how I react, I can't fucking do a thing, and he expects me to say something?“Tell me to kiss you right now. Please,” he begged.Oh God. My core trembled as I tried to steady my breath. I wrapped my hands around his neck.“Kiss me,” I whispered.His mouth pressed against mine—sucking, nibbling, biting. It wasn't enough. I pulled at his tie, tugging it down as he bent low

~ Anyssa's Pov ~“...I get what I want, and this time? It's you.”His words reverberated through me. There was no need to think about this. This was insane. We overstepped our boundaries, and that was it.“Can you at least let me go now?” I said. Thankfully, it came out strong and not shaky.He smirked, and after a few seconds, stepped aside so I could stand properly. I rushed to the mirror, arranging my hair and dress, slapping my cheeks to come back to reality. Whatever he did, it must have made me lose my mind because what the fuck was I even doing? Kissing my father's best friend? Thinking of him? That night that I tried so freaking hard to forget. Yes, I did think I had won when Mavis approved my leave. I should’ve asked Ronan since he is my boss, but he was the one I was running away from.I didn’t even know what was going on. One minute I felt like I was in control of my body and my feelings, and the next? He came close, and I couldn’t even form words. Whatever mind reading he

~ Anyssa's Pov ~I didn't want to give in. But somehow, my feet took over before my brain could even fucking rewire. I walked to where he stood, dragged out a kitchen seat, and plopped my ass down.Eating with him beside me made me feel… alert. You know when you feel like you're being watched in some way, and you love it? You enjoy being watched."You're staring," I said."I'm watching you eat."I didn't say anything else as I slowly took bites of the pasta. It was good – fuck, so good. I don't remember the last time I actually had real food. I guess I'd been so engrossed in the wedding that I’d forgotten to eat."I'm eating now; you don't have to act like a bully, standing behind me.""I have no reassurance that if I sit down, you won't drop this food. You haven't eaten anything, and I can tell."What was he even doing here? He should be at the after party. It's his son's day."What are you doing here? Aren't you the father of the groom? You should be there with them, celebrating."H