All Chapters of My Bestie’s Father Likes Me Wet : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty Two Grant Pov : Pain & Pleasure The sight in front of me was the last thing I ever expected under my own roof.I might be arrogant, ruthless, even an asshole most days but one thing I’ve never stooped low enough to do is force myself on a woman. A real no has never been foreplay to me. This wasn’t some teasing protest where her mouth said no but her body begged yes. This was a full, terrified No.And whoever this bastard was… he’d just signed his death warrant.It’s been a long time since I carved a lesson into a civilian, but this one? He’s going to be remembered in the Hall of Hell. The only reason I didn’t already put a bullet in his head was because of two things: I have a daughter, and I know damn well I wouldn’t tolerate any man being alone with her like this. And Nova lives under my roof. Her protection is my responsibility, whether she knows it or not.I’d only come back because I’d forgotten a document at home. The house was quiet, too quiet, but I brushed

Chapter Twenty-Four: LostNova – POVLena is snoring beside me, dead to the world, while I’m lying wide awake, marinating in the chaos she dumped into my brain before passing out.Then my phone buzzes.I glance at the screen expecting some useless promo notification. Instead, an unknown number message awaited me. “Come to my room.”Not even a question mark. Just a command. Like my libido needed the green light, and it can only be one person. I glance at Lena, grab a pillow, and sneak it into my spot like some Disney Channel runaway trick. She’s usually a log when she sleeps, so I doubt she’ll notice. Hopefully.My hair’s still down, my scandalous outfit from earlier intact. Lip gloss gone, but whatever because if Grant is texting me at midnight, he’s not coming for my lips. At least not first.I tiptoe down the hall, trying not to think about how badly I want to burn this forbidden haze out of my system. Just one or two good fucks, and maybe I’ll have clarity. Or closure. Or a wreck

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX:NOVA POV – A Cloudy HazeMy cheek is smashed into the cold desk, his grip bruising in my hair. He pulls out and for a second my chest seizes. I think he’s done, that he’s realized what I’ve been hiding.A virgin. My pussy has never taken a cock before, and now his thick shaft is the first thing splitting me open. I can’t breathe from how raw it feels.Then I hear it, wet and erotically obscene. His spit. A second later the fat head of his cock slides through my slit, slicking me up, dragging over my clit until my hips roll back against him without my permission.“Fuck,” I whimper, grinding, needy even through the sting. My folds are soaked, my cunt trembling for him, clenching on nothing.And then he drives into me.One brutal thrust. My scream tears out of me, muffled against the wood as pain rips through my body, sharp and scorching. My virgin cunt squeezes tight around him, fighting to keep him out, but he doesn’t let me go. He drags out slowly, my walls grip

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: CHAOSNOVA POV“Novaaaa!”Katie screamed across the screen, jumping wildly at the sight of my face. Lena smiled conspiratorially on the other side of her phone.“You’re glowing,” Lena said.“No, I’m not,” I muttered. What do they know?“For someone who almost got thrown out of her internship, you look way too happy. Positively glowing,” Lena smirked, her expression eerily reminiscent of someone I didn’t want to think about right now.“Lena, she’s blushing,” Katie added, eyes wide.“Guys, stop it. It’s the weather,” I said, waving them off.“Fine, if the weather gets to fuck me,” Katie quipped.“Who said anything about fuck?” I tried looking confused and innocent, but they’re my best friends, they can see right through me.“How was it?” Lena asked, tilting her head.“Who was it?” Katie pressed.I rolled my eyes in dramatic detail. They don’t actually want to know who it was.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I recently visited somewhere called heaven,”

Chapter Thirty: Cold EmbraceNOVA POV“Why can’t I face you when we fuck? Why can’t I touch you?”My question was met with the loudest silence I’ve ever experienced and trust me, I’ve lived through enough heavy silences to be an unofficial connoisseur.This is the kind of silence that makes the hair at the back of your neck prickle like you’ve walked into a cemetery at midnightI wasn’t even sure if he was breathing anymore. I slowly turned, inch by inch, bracing myself like I might catch him mid–heart attack. His face was pale, blank, almost corpse-like — as if he’d just seen a ghost tap-dancing in the corner. Which was weird, considering the only haunting happening here was me and my damn mouth.His hands shook uncontrollably, but the rest of him was rigid, frozen in place like a carved marble. Like if he moved even a fraction, the whole fragile illusion of control would shatter.Was it my question? Was I not supposed to ask? Did I break some unspoken Grant Calloway law?“What did