Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hot Daddy’s Best Friend: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The voice rang ever so familiar. I froze in place as my dream replayed in my mind. The sound, the tone—everything felt the same. But my memory faded before I could fully recall his voice. Maybe it was just my illusion, I thought.I excused myself quietly and stepped away from the lively conversation, heading towards my room. But after just a few steps, my father’s voice halted me.“Fiona got admission into your university, isn’t that exquisite? Come here, girl,” he called.Typically, my parents would treat me like a princess in front of everyone but like an outcast in private.I rolled my eyes subtly and turned back to the grownups, forcing a polite smile.“How brilliant, Fiona,” Marian muttered, her tone dripping with false sweetness. “Your mother was telling me that you love art. I’m sure your tiny hands will grow some muscle by the time you resume.”Her words stung more than I wanted to admit. Her voice carried that familiar bitterness I’d always noticed from our neighbor’s wife. I

“What… how did you know my room?” I asked, hands trembling as he led himself into the room, pushing my steps back towards the wall. His hand rested on the wall behind me, pinning me in place. I had consumed my mind with thoughts on how to find him in this gigantic school, I wanted him there and he stepped in just in time, but how? It’s barely just a few hours since I arrived. His hand wandered on my skin and my thoughts disappeared, melting me into the pleasure. “Do you remember this room bunny?” He asked, his deep husky voice sent chills down my spin, thugging my thigh. That name—only he calls me that, the man in my dreams. Could he be? “No,” I gasped “please” I pleaded as I leaned into the sensation that his fingers pressed close to my entrance, begging for more of his touch. My body quivered, my toes curled, I could already feel my orgasm coming so close and I hoped it wasn't a dream again as I slid my clit over his fingers faster and moaned.“Just like that bunny, slide that cun

“None of your business, clumsy,” I answered curtly.“Yo, relax, babes. At this point, you might fight me for every little thing,” he teased. I rolled my eyes, doing my best to ignore his charming face. He looked much more handsome now that I was actually calm enough to notice him. Paris, on the other hand, was all kitten-eyed over him until I nudged her back to her senses.“Can I at least sit with you guys?” he asked, but before I could answer, Paris jumped in.“Sure, please… you can sit beside me,” she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I shot her a quick glance, then looked back at Jude before giving him a slight nod.“Thanks,” he said, slouching into the bench in front of us. “So, care to share where you guys are going? I like fun things too, you know.”“Like I said—”“Hun, we’re heading to a restaurant later this evening to get some real food. I’m sure you agree this isn’t food,” she cut in.First, she interrupted me. Now, she was chattering all over Jude. She real

“Jude? Paris?” I called. “Fiona,” Jude answered, gazing at me with something familiar flickering in his eyes. He smiled. Paris lounged forward, standing close to me, her eyes filled with worry and concern.“Gúrl, are you okay?” “Yeah, why are you guys here?” I asked. Squinting my eyes. “You’ve probably forgotten we were supposed to meet up tonight, Jude and I were worried your ankle still hurt so we came to check up” Paris muttered. I stood by the open window, my hands clenched into a ball. Why were they always interrupting my plans? I thought, but I couldn't bring myself to show my rage. I remained silent, gazing at them both as the cold breeze brushed against my skin until Jude pulled me into a quick hug and pulled away. My eyes flared. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Paris cleared her throat, jolting me back to the present moment.“I can stay over to check up on you if you don't mind, just in case you need anything,” he suggested. I glanced at Paris

(Jalen’s POV)I walked past her, ignoring her rage—something I learnt from an online mentor who talks about how to handle women that drive their men crazy because she does. “I’m talking to you Jalen, you know better not to mess with me, if you ain't gonna be here, then stay with the whore you were with last night you hear me?” she yelled, walking behind me as I continued to ignore her until I couldn't take it anymore.“I was at the office for some late essay marking, if you cared to ask like a wife that cared,” I snapped. She went silent, her eyes suddenly gloomy and calm. But I wasn't ready for her manipulation again. I bolted out of her presence straight to bed.***The sun slipped through my office window the next morning, and I was available long before the meeting was scheduled to begin.I had arranged the session out of necessity, or so I told myself. Fiona’s last assignment had been incomplete; her ideas were sharp but scattered, distracted. As her professor, it was my duty t