All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Daddy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

 Theodore My cock was still hard enough to pound nails like a hammer. Blood should have been rushing through every part of me, hands, brain, anywhere useful. Instead it pooled stubbornly below my belt while my daughter stood in my office demanding I fire the woman whose pussy I could still taste on my tongue.   How the hell does a man even end up in this kind of a pickle? "Daddy, are you even listening?" Serena's voice climbed higher. "I said I want her job." I dragged my eyes away from Eliana. She stood near the door, one hand clutching her blouse, her lips swollen and red from my kisses. Her skirt was wrinkled from where I'd shoved it up her thighs. Her hair had come loose from its clip. She looked thoroughly fucked, beautiful and terrified. My cock throbbed. No dammit, that wasn't helpful. This could all blow up in my face. My daught

 Eliana  The driver's side door opened and Steven stepped out, dressed in his usual dark suit. He gave me a nod. "Miss Ashcroft." "Steven." I mumbled, peeking in the backseat of the car to see if Theodore was there. "What are you doing here?" "Mr. Blackwell sent me. He would like to see you." "Now?" I looked down at my jeans and sweater. The smell of the care home was also very strong. I knew I had all the excuses to refuse to see him but knowing he sent someone to get me sent a thrill through me.   "Well, two hours ago," Steven shrugged.   My eyes widened. "You've been waiting for two hours?!"  "Mr Blackwell has," Steven nodded. "Your number has been unreachable,"  I bit my lip, trying to rein in the blush but it burned my cheeks and neck anyway. I

 Eliana I licked my lips, whimpering at the sight of his jutting hard shaft which was glistening with precum.  "Theo," I whined when he pushed my head back again.   "Patience, Lia," He chuckled as he lifted a leg and crossed it over my thighs making him straddle my lap with his knees rubbing on either side of my hips. The feel of his skin against mine sent shocks up my spine. The position was...very provocative.   I looked up, gasping as his large body loomed above me.   He held a finger at my lips. "Be a good girl and do not touch my cock, okay? If you touch me, I'll walk out that door and have Steven drop you right back home. Would you want that, my little slut?"  "No," I said quickly, shaking my head. My hair bounced with the movement, some strands whipping against the cock currently before me and Theo s

 Theodore She was ignoring me. My phone sat silent on my desk. There was no response to my texts. I picked it up and typed.  Eliana, If you don't come to my office in the next ten minutes, I'm coming down there. Her response came immediately.  You wouldn't. Try me, baby.   Three dots appeared, disappeared then appeared again. Fine. Give me five minutes. I smiled and leaned back in my chair. She was jealous. It was written all over her face during that meeting, the way her jaw had clenched every time Leslie touched me, the way her eyes had gone blank when Leslie called me "Theo." It was adorable, my naughty minx thought I could be interested in anyone but her. I couldn't even if I tried and I wasn't interested in trying.   

 Theodore The yacht rocked gently under my feet as I stood at the railing. I had a whiskey glass in hand, watching the lights of Monaco blur against the dark sea. Three days. I had been gone three days and all I could think about was the way Eliana had looked when she'd crawled out from under my desk.  She was hurt and I had fucked up, somehow. I knew I had fucked up the moment Serena and Leslie had walked into my office, and I had shoved Eliana down like she was something to hide. Because that's exactly what she was, wasn't it? Something shameful and wrong. My daughter's friend.   I drained the whiskey, preferring to feel the burn in my throat than the guilt that ate at my mind.   "Theodore!" Maxwell's booming voice cut through the sound of waves and orchestra music that came from the yacht's main deck.  His blonde