All Chapters of Fake dating my bestie's dad for Valentine : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

RUNEWhen next I woke up, I was in a bed I didn’t remember getting into. And my entire body hurt like hell. Like I’d been hammered in my sleep and forced to heal. For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling, my mind in every place and nowhere all at once. Last night had been an epic failure. I know that Xavier has an inkling about where I went, nothing slips past him. After wallowing for ten minutes, I got up and headed to the bathroom. Lily was lounging on the bed when I came out, watching me with curious eyes. She looked slightly better than when I found her.I got dressed slowly, dreading the day ahead of me, and dreading meeting Xavier the most. After I was all ready, I finally picked my purse up and took out the photographs. I stared at the one of me and Anslem long and hard. It’s in the past now. We’re over and done for. I don’t even know why I brought this with me. If I was being honest, a deep part of me wanted this to be closure somehow. A convoluted goodbye that would nev

MARCELLAMy bed creaked with the force of my hips. Below me, Dylan's mismatched eyed were clouded, gazing up at me through his lashes. He tried to touch me and I smacked his hand off. "Don't," I warned, not slowing down for half a second. At this rate, I might snap either his dick or his waist in half. Whichever comes first. My thighs burned, the pain spurring me forward. Dylan remained noiseless, occasionally letting out sharp exhales. I dug my nails into his chest hard enough to leave marks. I didn't give a shit.The anger coursing through my veins was so hot, so all-consuming, that I could barely see straight. Every thrust was punishment. Whether I was punishing myself or him, I didn't care. Dylan's hands gripped my hips, trying to slow me down, but I slapped them away."Rune is fucking my dad, isn't she?" I spat out, my voice raw. He didn't answer. Just stared up at me with those eyes, jaw clenched.I scoffed. "Of course. And you knew, didn't you?""Do you want the truth or

RUNELorenzo’s studio is as I remember. Half filled canvasses scattered across the floor, paintbrushes, tubes of paint, even packets of clay littered on the ground. “Hey, be careful. Don’t step on that tube! It's expensive!” he called out, his voice snappish. I looked down. A paint tube lay at my feet. How did he know it was there?I walked in, careful not to step on or knock over anything. His studio was bigger than my entire apartment put together, with massive floor to ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. One area was converted a sort of living area with a bed that looked barely slept in. I have many fond memories of this place, most of them being me running away from my parents nagging and spending the night here while Lorenzo painted and passed me snacks, grumbling at me to never touch anything. Right now, he had a three foot long canvas in front of him depicting a gorgeous realistic painting of a war scene. “That’s a lot of blood,” I whispered, scan

RUNE:"N-nothing—"His kisses got more intense, one of his hands mapping the expanse of my stomach down to the waistband of my jeans. He tugged on it, just as a knock sounded on the door. "Rune?" Someone called out. I jumped out of my skin. "H-here!" I replied, my voice a squeak. I glanced at Xavier, mouthing at him to get off. He didn't. His teeth pulled on my nipple, a gentle bite, one that sent shockwaves of pleasure and a tinge of pain through my spine. I moaned out loud. Fuck, she could hear me!"The rain is letting up," She continued. "We're planning something else. Dylan got raincoats, the hunt will still hold."It was a near impossible feat focusing on her words as Xavier tugged my jeans down my legs. I stared at him, begging with my eyes. The only reply I got was a shake of his head. If she comes in....I'm screwed."I'll...I'll come out okay," I called back. "I'm naked right now!"Xavier choked. That wasn't a lie. Outside, I heard her shuffling. "Oh, in that case come

RUNEAt exactly 7pm, I met with Dylan outside the resort. He barely spoke to me as he held the car door open.My body tingled with excitement. Much so that I could barely sit still.When I’d returned to my room after the hunt, I found a box sitting on my bed. Inside was a lovely beach dress, the kind with flower prints and thigh high slits, complete with sandal heels. My perfect size too. “Do you know where we’re going?” I asked Dylan, hoping to start a conversation. “Yes,” he replied, glancing at me for a second. “You’re taking quite the risk. What if someone saw you?”“That’s easy to explain,” I replied, waving his worry off. He hummed and didn’t reply. Silence stretched between us like a rubber band on the verge of snapping. We pulled up closer to the beach, I was able to tell by the sounds of rushing water and the moonlight reflecting on something in the distance. Dylan killed the engines and turned to me. “Have fun,” he said. I raised a brow. “Oh, thank you,”“This goes wit