All Chapters of My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY- ONE: MY WOMANGRANT POVMy fist landed hard against his jaw.The crunch of bone was clean, wet, and satisfying as he choked on his own breath, his eyes rolled to his skull and his blood was already slicking his chin.I hit him again.And again.The next punch shattered his nose and blood sprayed across the concrete floor, bright red against the dull gray of the rented warehouse. I watched him thrash against the restraint that was straining his wrists, the metal clanking in the silence that filled the room but my men held him down tighter. He wasn’t getting out of those cuffs unless I let him. And I wouldn’t. Not until Luca Vitellio’s cousin bled enough to make me feel better about the mess his family created.“Where is Luca?”My voice came out low accompanied by the unsteady rhythm of my heavy breathing. He whimpered through the tape, looking pitiful while his swollen eyes darted as if pleading.Another hit.Another crunch.I watched in full satisfaction as his head

CHAPTER SEVENTY- THREE: SMUGNOVA POVIt’s been two days since my panic attack—or should I say fainting episode—and I feel very okay.Left to me, there’s nothing keeping me in this hospital bed, but my overprotective boyfriend had instructed—no, threatened—the doctor to place me on bed rest till he’s sure I’m fully okay.When he finally left to attend to a work emergency that his team apparently couldn’t handle well, I decided to buy myself some time off the bed.The first thing that hit me when I stood up was how quiet it was and it was not the regular silence, it’s the kind of quiet that hums in your ears after too much noise. I looked around properly for the first time since waking up, and it’s obviously not the regular ward. It’s more of a bedroom like a luxury prison with sterile white sheets and the faint, crisp smell of disinfectant. That’s my sign that Grant got me a private room.At the far side was a full-length window overlooking the expressway, cars gliding past like tin

CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE: AFTERMATHNOVA POVThe smell of disinfectant still clung to my clothes even though we’d been cleared to leave.It was supposed to be our last day at the hospital, but the building didn’t feel like somewhere we were leaving behind. It felt like a place that had already taken too much from us and still wanted more.It was like therapy where everyone walked out different from how they came in. Some for the better, some haunted, and some didn’t get to walk out at all. Like Tyler, whose body was still freezing somewhere in the morgue.Lena hadn’t been herself since she realized there was no Tyler for her again, and I think she blames herself for everything.“Your dad’s men can help with the bag,” Katie said in that new soft tone she’s been using lately. Like she’s scared a wrong word will break someone. “Let’s just go to the car,” she added, even softer this time.Lena stiffened up on the bed like she just saw a ghost. I dropped my own bag and joined Katie in calling

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN: DAY OUTNOVA POV Today is the day and I’m finally meeting Grant at our secret spot, and there’s nothing like being overdressed for the occasion when you’re wearing nothing but a full set of lingerie under a thick coat that makes you look like a saintly woman. I’ve read lots and lots of book porn over the weeks, — to keep my mind off my betraying besties scenario—and now I have a vivid idea of what I’ll be doing and what I’ll be instructing Grant to try out, especially with the latest addition to our union.  Hopefully, I’ll summon the courage soon to get my pussy as well as my nipples pierced. The ride to his hotel was a blur, and my core was already dripping with anticipation before I even got to his room. As soon as I opened the door of the penthouse suite he’d booked, the smell of roses hit me.My

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE: KILLING SPREEGRANT POV⚠️ WARNING: CHILD ABUSE / GRAPE / TRAUMA THEMESIt’s weird, calling your daughter to ask if her friend is back in the hostel, yeah?But it’s also wrong — so wrong — for that same friend, my own girlfriend, to send me a voice note about how fucking Luca Vitellio is her “one true love.”I took the now warm mug of whiskey to my numb lips and hit play again. The voice note rolled through my head for what had to be the hundredth time. I know I’m punishing myself by listening, but I had to be sure it wasn’t some prank that maybe there was a hitch in her voice, some code, something forced… something.What could have possibly happened?Luca Vitellio chose the wrongest girl to love, and Nova chose the worst time to be a snitch. I’d been dialing her number since I got the message, but the clown had her phone switched off. Probably bouncing on Luca’s dick the same way she bounced on mine days ago.Maybe it was all a trick.A ruse.A setup to make me