All Chapters of My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE : ANONYMOUSANONYMOUS POVIt has been years, long dreadful years of reminiscing how the son of a bitch Grant Ended something valuable to me.Iris had woken up that morning looking more beautiful than ever, she had even tried her best with her make overs and wearing a beautiful red dress.. My darling wife knows I love her in red. She had gently placed a white package with golden ribbons in front of me and asked me to open it. The smile on her face had me grinning like a fool before I even loosened the ribbons. I’ve watched brightness and life drain out of my beautiful wife’s eyes slowly for the past fifteen years of our marriage so to see her smiling was a big deal. “You have to guess before you open Paposhka” her eyes twinkled with so much mischievousness I wish I could freeze the memory for ever. “Lyubimaya” I pushed on the affectionate name I love to call her, it means beloved and Iris is my beloved. “You’re being unfair” I tried my best to imitate the puppy ey

CHAPTER EIGHTY- THREE: PSYCHONOVA POVMaybe God was punishing me for fucking my former best friend’s dad.Or maybe because I hadn’t cared for my toxic godmother as much as I should have.Or maybe he was punishing me just because he could. I wasn’t the religious type, and I sure as hell wasn’t trying to convert overnight, but if this was how I was going to die, could it please have been faster?Hours had bled into more hours, then into days and nights that refused to separate. I couldn’t tell which day it was anymore.There were no windows in that depressing room, no slit of light, no hint of the outside world. It was just the same four walls breathing down on me, the same stale air thick with the tang of blood and bleach.I didn’t know the day, but I knew death was close. I could feel it in the way my pulse stuttered, in the way my vision tunneled. The picture in my head was vivid: me floating upward, weightless, toward my dad’s wide, welcoming smile and my mother’s gentle, open ar

CHAPTER EIGHTY- FIVE: CLUELUCA POVSomething in me was satisfied with the pool of confusion, terror, and pain all reflecting on Grant's face. On a normal day, Grant is damn steel. It's like nothing pierces the man and he feels nothing.The only time I've seen him show an ounce of emotion is when I was still running the Nova charade, and it's the same Nova issue that seems to have him in a fit.It can't be me.A damn pussy can't have me pussywhipped or so damn confused. I'm in charge of my emotions and will never be a victim of these disposable females.That is my watchword and it would always work for me; even now that my about-to-be wife almost got kidnapped and her dad is insisting we speed up the engagement so she can be under my watch.If Grant isn't the one behind this attack, then maybe it's one of my bossy fiancée's people. But looking at it from another angle..."So you're denying snitching on me to the police?" Hell. I needed to be sure. "Even after you had the same goods on

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: AFTERMATHGRANT POVMy private estate's gates opened before we even reached them, thankfully Ivin had the foresight to have called ahead. Good. I didn't have the patience for delays, not with Nova's weight so light in my arms it terrified me. She shouldn't be this light. She shouldn't be this broken and even worse she hasn’t opened her eyes since we entered the car. If there was a way I could kill that bastard and rekill him I wouldn’t hesitate but that is what Bianca is alive for, to continue where I stopped on that Bastard. I would take my time with the bitch and I would do that even before Vitellio had a chance. Dr. Xin was waiting at the entrance with a full medical team, her face professionally neutral but I caught the flicker of concern when she saw Nova's condition. The bruises, the dried blood. The way Nova's breathing was too shallow, too uneven."Upstairs. The east wing suite," I ordered, already moving past them. "I want a full examination, IV flui

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE: DAYZZGRANT POVThere was nothing as therapeutic as throwing a few hard-packed punches before a day that was sure to be exciting; even if the recipient of my punches is a black, well-used punching bag.Another thing that was exciting and hard right now is my bejeweled, overly pampered dick.We've had too much fun since yesterday afternoon and all through the night. Even as I stood up from Nova's side this morning, she looked peaceful and so damn angelic. She was the only pure thing in my life, the only thing untouched by the darkness that seems to plague my world. And they've tried to touch her as well.Oh, they've really tried. But I had let them know Nova is not the one to play with. I've killed for her and I wouldn't hesitate to take another life just so hers remains untouched.Each time I see those demons hiding behind her eyes, I feel bad. I feel useless, like I couldn't even do my only responsibility as a man over her. I've been trying my best to erase tho