All Chapters of My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: Boyfriend DutiesGrant POVContrary to popular opinion and even my own stubborn beliefs people can change.And I’ve never felt more satisfied, more grounded, more at peace than I do right now.It’s not just because I can still taste Nova on my tongue or feel her body molded to mine soft, trembling, pliant, and wildly beautiful in her surrender. The peace is the kind that crawls through your chest and takes root there, quiet and deep.She’s lying beside me now, bare against the sheets, her slow breathing syncing with the soft hum of the yacht drifting across calm water. A strand of hair brushes her lips, rising and falling with every breath. I watched her for a long while, memorizing every detail; the curve of her mouth, the freckles scattered across her shoulder, the faint mark I left on her collarbone. She is My Nymph. My chaos. My calm.I trace a finger down her spine, slow and reverent. She stirs but doesn’t wake. The arch of her back meets my touch like it rec

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: FREEDOMLENA POVI’m actually happy to see my bestie after she’s been gone for a while. I really am.If it were up to me, we’d be curled up on my bed right now, gossiping about her mystery man, laughing until our stomachs hurt, and sharing our favorite snacks like old times.But I can’t. Especially not today.Because Sandy, my dad’s girlfriend, has promised to help me save the man I love.My Man.Tyler.My Tyler.Everyone thinks he’s guilty of things he could never do but they don’t know him and I know him. I feel him. And Sandy, sweet and sisterly Sandy, said she believes me. She said she’d help me clear his name, and for the first time in weeks or even months, I actually feel like I’m doing something that matters. Finally helping someone I genuinely love in a way that matters. So why, then, does Nova freeze up the second I mention it?Her face drains of color like I’ve just told her someone died. She blinks too fast, breath stuttering.Strange. What’s that ab

Chapter Sixty-Five: MINENova POV“Tell me everything.” Grant’s voice was a low growl, dangerous, yet intimately close. “Now. No more secrets, Nova.”The command hung in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering on my skin. He was right. After what we’d just been through, and this new trick coming from Sandy of all people? The old saying echoed in my head: once bitten, twice shy. I was done with secrets.The afterglow of my orgasm had faded, leaving a familiar, aching sensitivity. His own arousal had softened against my thigh, unmet. Suddenly feeling exposed, half-naked while he was still mostly dressed, I moved to retrieve my coat from the floor. It was a shield, a piece of armor to reclaim some composure for this conversation.His hand shot out, catching my wrist before I could reach it. "You don't want any hindrance between us, baby." His voice left no room for argument. All my objections died in my throat, swallowed whole by the possessive intensity in his eyes."I

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN: CALCULATEDSANDY POVLove disgusts me.There’s nothing pure about it. Really, it’s just a convenient word humans invented to make their stupidity sound poetic. If you’re not the one in control, you’re the one bleeding. Simple.And walking beside me to the rental car are two prime examples of those infested with the disease. Lena and her prison-yard Romeo.Lena’s still naïve enough to see hearts in people who only see opportunity. And Tyler… oh, Tyler is every mistake a woman with standards shouldn’t make. Yet here he is, spouting sweet garbage, and she’s lapping it up like it’s ice cream.“It was all a mix-up,” he says, tone dripping with sincerity he probably practiced in a mirror. “I was just trying to push her boundaries, but she failed the test.”My lips twitch. A test, huh?Even if I didn’t have his criminal record in my inbox, I wouldn’t buy this pitiful excuse. But tonight, I’m playing the perfect role, the patient, supportive soon-to-be stepmother. So I j

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE: WOMENGrant’s POVI expected a thank you. Maybe a kiss. Hell, even a roll in the hay if luck was on my side.But apparently, I overestimated myself and underestimated how far gone my girlfriend’s trust was.If this was the old me, the God complex version of Grant Calloway I’m sure she wouldn’t have dared this cold shoulder. She knew better than to cross me back then.But love…Love makes men do stupid things.It turns monsters into negotiators. Makes killers ask for permission.I dropped Nova in front of the hospital and drove off to a nearby hotel to give her space, the space I didn’t even believe she needed. During the whole ride, she didn’t spare me a glance. Not even by mistake, she rather stared out the window with her hand clenched around her phone like she wanted to crush it.I tried to tell myself it was fine and temporary, that she’s angry and she’ll cool off.She always does.But as I sat in the hotel suite watching the city bleed orange through the wind