All Chapters of Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kate’s POVSleep refused to come...I lay there in the dark, tangled in my sheets, burning with images I couldn’t erase. Images of him—Mr. William. Of his skin glistening, water sliding over firm muscles carved like sin itself. The way his chest rose and fell. The way he looked at me when he stepped out of the bathroom… like he hadn’t expected me to be there. Like he’d forgotten the towel. Like it was just me and him and nothing else in the world.However, the image that refused to leave my head and that tormented me the most was his massive third leg that was like a weapon fashioned for my own destruction! It was in its resting state and it was that big like a snake. Way bigger than Jeremy's full length because even though I and Jeremy hadn't been intimate I have seen his cock before more than once when we engaged in some naughty couple games and when he sent me nudes of himself sometimes.So I am not exaggerating when I say Mr William's resting size is bigger than Jeremy's full leng

William’s POV“Come on, man. You said you needed a distraction,” Marcus said, flashing that signature grin of his as he nudged the girl forward like she was some kind of prize.She was gorgeous, no doubt. Tall, caramel-skinned, eyes like dark honey and a body poured into a red dress that looked painted on. Every movement she made was deliberate — the kind of sultry confidence that could disarm a man twice my age and half my restraint.She slid into the seat beside me, her thigh brushing mine. “So you’re the famous Mr. Carter,” she purred, eyes glittering like she already knew all the rumors. “I’ve heard… things.”“I bet you have,” I muttered, taking a sip of my scotch. Her perfume was sweet, floral, cloying. A little too eager. A little too obvious. She was everything I used to like — effortless, sensual, no strings.But tonight, none of it worked.Because no matter how pretty her smile was, she wasn’t Kate.She wasn’t the girl who blushed when I looked at her too long. The one who st

Kate's POV From my bedroom window, half-hidden behind the curtains, I watched him.Mr. William.He stood by the front entrance, sunlight spilling over his bare forearms as he walked the woman—the one he’d brought home last night—toward the curb. She was dressed now, hair hastily pulled into a high ponytail, heels clicking sharply against the stone driveway. Even from up here, I could tell she was annoyed. Maybe even disappointed.She tossed her hair with a huff and crossed her arms as she spoke to him. I couldn't hear their words, but her body language said enough. She wasn’t happy. Something hadn’t gone the way she wanted.That made me pause.Had he… not touched her?The thought curled around my mind like forbidden silk. But that's not possible she looks too sweet and tempting, impossible for him not to her touch. I bet they had fucked all night and she is only upset about something rude he had said to her. Regardless, I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I did. God help me, I did. An

Kate's POVI descended the stairs slowly, letting each step echo through the hall as I adjusted the strap of my silky camisole top—just enough to tease, not enough to look deliberate. The faint murmur of voices drew me toward the sitting room, and as I stepped into view, I spotted them—Jeremy and Mr. William, standing far too close for comfort. The air around them crackled with tension, like an invisible line had just been crossed.Jeremy looked up the moment he saw me, his lips curling into that familiar, charming smile he always wore like armor. But Mr. William? His gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat too long before flicking away. His jaw was tight, his arms crossed, and despite the composed expression, something was simmering just beneath the surface. From the way his body held itself like a spring, I knew their conversation had been anything but pleasant.I smiled sweetly, slipping past them with a sway in my hips. “Baby,” I called out, deliberately to Jeremy, my voice soft and w

Kate's POV The morning light was softer today. Not bright. Not harsh. Just that quiet, golden light that slipped through my bedroom curtains like it was trying not to disturb me. But I was already awake. Had been for almost an hour.I stood in front of my mirror, holding the edges of my blouse, debating whether I was brave… or completely insane. The blouse was new, loose, cream-colored. Dangerous in ways that didn’t scream for attention but instead whispered for it.The fabric slipped slightly when I moved, falling lazily off one shoulder like it had a mind of its own. I adjusted it once. Then again.No. That was too proper, too safe. I wanted dangerous. I wanted him to notice me without looking like I wanted him to notice me.God, I was becoming exactly the kind of girl I used to roll my eyes at.I turned slightly, examining myself from different angles. The shorts were short, not scandalous. Just… strategic. They hugged my hips in a way that made my legs look longer. More fragile.