All Chapters of My Bestie’s Father Likes Me Wet : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER FORTY TWO – OYSTER LUCA POVI might be a petty bastard, but one thing I’m not is a fool. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy outsmarting fools who play genius.When Calloway casually infiltrated the mafia scene, nobody thought much of it. To most, he was just another American trying to play gangster to feed his ego.I wasn’t threatened. But one thing my bastard of a father drilled into me was never turn your back on anyone, not figuratively, not proverbially. So while the others dismissed Calloway, I kept my eye on him. Made him feel comfortable, even. Let him think he’d earned my trust.At first, I admired him. His plans were bold; cleaner routes for shipments, a legal front for dirty money. He wasn’t just playing dress-up. He saw the bigger picture. And I respected that. For a while, I even called him “friend.”Until the day one of my largest warehouses was busted.I remember it too well, sirens painting the night red, crates split open on the floor like butchered carcasses, th

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR – SACREDNOVA POVWhen I was seven, my biggest worry in the world was whether my Barbie had the right shoes on her plastic feet. Pink heels for parties, white flats for the doctor’s office, and no matter what, her hair had to stay braided because I was terrible at brushing it once it got tangled.That was all I cared about; my Barbie’s shoes, the little imaginary houses I built out of cereal boxes, and waiting up at night to hear the front door creak open when Dad finally came home.I remember this night like it’s happening all over again. The air smelled faintly of roasted chicken from dinner and the hum of the television filled the living room, something Mom had probably left on in the background. The carpet under my knees scratched a little, and the only light came from the lamp by the couch, its glow turning everything soft and golden.I was sprawled on the rug with Barbie in one hand and a tiny plastic comb in the other, humming to myself and fighting sleep so

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: PUZZLEDGrant POVThe red room didn’t carry the same energy it had when I fucked Nova in here. Now it felt desecrated by the bitch kneeling on the floor. Every woman I’d dragged into this space had been nothing but a warm cunt to punish and send off with a few dollars. Nova was the exception.Tonight, though, the room reeked of the usual leather, smoke, and sex. Normally that smell lit me up. Now it just pressed down on me, heavy, suffocating.And there she was, the first bitch I felt reluctant to dominate in my own territory. Her pitiful sight almost made me feel bad for myself. She sat exactly where I’d told her to: kneeling in the center, head bowed, spine straight, hands resting on her thighs like prayer. A perfect picture of submission. Like a sacrifice laid at my feet.Too perfect. Too eager.“Look up.”Her eyes lifted instantly. Wide. Bright with hunger. A hunger that made lesser men feel worshipped. Not me.Her need was a disease written across her face. It

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: Yours Nova POV The bass hit me in the chest before the doors to the dancing floor even opened, a heavy pulse that felt like it wanted to crawl up my spine and shake my ribs loose. Lena had her arm looped through mine like I was some reluctant date or maybe she thought I might back off at the last minute.Katie strutted a step ahead, like she owned the sidewalk. Her Jessica Rabbit dress caught every flash of neon from the club sign, hugging her curves and moving with her. I could feel it the way I imagined guys do, like her presence pulled the air toward her, and for a moment, I couldn’t look away.Meanwhile I kept my chin high, my burgundy bob grazing my shoulders, and pretended this wasn’t the most exposed I’d ever felt in my whole twenty one years on earth. Even my most luxurious and daring billionaire romance novel didn’t prepare me for this kind of feeling. Inside was chaos dressed as beauty. Strobe lights painted everything in strokes of red and violet,

CHAPTER FIFTY : HIS NOVA POV It had been so long since I came for the man who haunted my dreams. And now that fantasy was breathing against my skin, I refused to ruin it with the shadow of anyone else. My brain screamed at me to clear the air, but my dripping cunt made the choice for me…. common sense didn’t stand a chanceHis pace quickened, mercilessly until every muscle in my body locked tight. My climax ripped through me, sharp and violent, and he caught me when my legs gave out, holding me pinned against the wall while I shattered in his arms.He didn’t stop even after my mind blowing orgasm . His lips pressed to my ear, his hand still moving slow and lazy between my thighs, prolonging the aftershocks until I whimpered his name again.“Say it,” he demanded, voice rough with need. “Say who you belong to.”I swallowed, shaky, my body betraying me all over again as I clung to him.“…You,” I whispered, so faint I almost hated myself.Grant’s growl vibrated against my skin. “That’s