All Chapters of My Bestie’s Father Likes Me Wet : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Chapter 11 CHAPTER ELEVEN : Warning CallNOVA POVI was a bundle of nerves, even after Grant stopped by later. While my heart was busy painting vulgar scenarios of how the night could go right, my head kept cataloguing all the ways it could go terribly wrong. And deep down, I knew,I probably wasn’t ready for any of it.I wore my thickest sweater even though the heater was on, sweat beading down my forehead like I’d run a marathon. My oversized, fluffy pajama bottoms swallowed my legs, and my glasses were perched neatly on my nose, the one consistent accessory in my life.And then, he was in my room. Simply put, the ball was in my court.Grant sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone, stretching the silence like an overwhelmed hair tie on the verge of snapping. My nerves decided now was a great time to betray me.“Did you know sloths can hold their breath longer than dolphins?”No. No, Nova. Absolutely not.Of all the things to randomly blurt out around Grant, why did my mou

Chapter Thirteen: What does Mr Calloway Know? Nova POVHow the hell does he know?The question wouldn’t leave me. It clung to me the way tea stains cling to the inside of my favorite chipped mug no matter how hard I scrub.Grant didn’t just stumble across those words. No one says this is not a charity organization like that in a precise, weighted, almost rehearsed way unless they’ve heard it before. Unless they knew exactly what string they were pulling.But that’s impossible.Right?I forced myself to look at him, to study every detail. He was leaning against my desk now, one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his cufflink with the kind of bored precision people reserve for polishing knives. His face gave nothing away, but there was a stillness in him that made my skin prickle.Grant Calloway wasn’t a man you could read. He was a vault. A safe with a twelve-digit code and motion sensors. And yet, somehow, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had already cracked me open and was

CHAPTER FIFTEENPsycho…Nova POV“Nova… stop!”The command cracked through the night like a whip. My sneakers screeched against wet pavement as I spun, lungs burning, fear burning hotter.The figure tugged at the edge of their mask, fingers frantic, like tearing off their own skin. And then—Oh God.Not a stranger.The face beneath was not what I expected. Not some alleyway creep with a knife. Or a kidnapper. It’s Sandra.Sandra from the front desk. Sandra, with her migraine-bright blouses and laugh that could double as a fire alarm. Sandra, who never missed a chance to look me up and down like my existence was a coffee stain on her knockoff heels.Sandra, who was the despicable Mr Aaron Smith's favorite colleague. Is he around? Did they plan this together? Do they intend to kill me? My brain glitched. Static. This had to be a fever dream. Or maybe Grant’s cologne was laced with something illegal, because no sane universe served me Sandra as my night-stalker reveal.“What the—”