All Chapters of Pregnant For My Best Friend's Formidable Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She felt a sharp pinch of jealousy in her heart. The name of the caller was 'Kelly Sweetheart'. Emily doesn't need any prophet to tell her that she was the fiancee Sandra was talking about. She felt sad. It was as if he was cheating on her. She wished he never had a fiancée. She wanted him all for herself. When Emily didn't say anything, Mr. Vincent turned to her and asked, "Who is that?" then returned his attention back to the road. "Kelly, sweetheart." She answered. "Should I pick it up and tell her you are driving?" "What? No. That's my fiancee. Answer it and put it on loudspeaker let me talk with her. Don't say anything." Emily frowned and swiped it right, then put it on loudspeaker. She held the phone and looked away. She didn't want to hear this woman’s voice, but she had no choice. "Hi, Honey. Louis Vuitton launched a new ultra-luxury handbag today. I want to be the first to get it." They heard Kelly say from the other side of the phone. Her voice sounded very demanding l

"Why don't you change the movie to a better one?" Mr. Vincent said, trying not to sound harsh. The images on the large screen were becoming too much for him to ignore. He wanted to look away, but how can he be the one to look away when a younger girl is watching comfortably?"But I like this one. It's very interesting." Emily boldly replied. She didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the screen where the actors were becoming even more intimate. "But do you want me to change it?"She asked, even though she knew why he wanted him to change it. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he was restless. She loves the fact that she could make a man like him feel that way. "It's inappropriate for you to watch this." He replied. He tried to make his voice sound stern this time, like a father figure, but it came out a bit shaky.He was forty-five years old, and he had seen a lot in life, but sitting next to his daughter’s best friend while she watched an erotic movie was something th

He cut the call to continue with his business, and the call came again. This time, he began to lose the urge and his hardness. The persistent ringing was like cold water being poured on his fire. He looked at the phone, seeing Kelly’s name flashing on the screen, and he let out a long, frustrated sigh. He realized he had no other option than to pick up the call again. After all, he can do what he wanted to do any other time. He wiped his hand on the bedsheet and took a deep breath to steady his voice before sliding the green icon to answer. He picked up the call and saw her on her bed. The wardrobe behind her was filled with handbags from various designers. She was wearing a bra, and even though he wasn't seeing what she was wearing down below, he could tell she was wearing underwear. Her hair was perfectly done even though it was late at night. "Hi Honey, how are you doing?" She asked with her cute, sexy smile. Yes, she's beautiful, but it can't be compared to Emily's beauty.

"I will fuck you so hard, Emily… I will make you scream my name… Yesssss!” He moaned, stroking himself faster. The sound of his voice, thick with lust and desperation, sent a jolt through her entire body. Emily increased her pace as well, matching Mr. Vincent. Every moan from inside the bathroom was like a command to her body. She imagined his strong, big dick replacing her tiny finger. She imagined him pulling her hair back and fucking her just like the man in the video last night. ​“Ah… Emily…” he groaned with a thick voice. “Fuck, baby! I’m going to cum so hard for you. Yess… Take it… take my hot cum, Emily…” He growled, and Emily bit down on her lip to keep from moaning out. With a final, shuddering jerk, his dick erupted, and he began to shoot his hot cum at the wall. Emily kept her eyes on him until his breathing slowed and turned lazy before he let his hand fall away. He stood there for a moment with his head bowed, looking down at the screen of his phone, where her pictu

Emily got to the laundry room and put the clothes in the washing machine, leaving the underwear. She wanted to wash it with her hand. She felt that his most personal items shouldn't just be tossed into a machine. As she filled a small bucket with warm water and soap, she felt a thrill running through her fingers. Holding his underwear made her feel a strange sense of intimacy, as if she was already part of his private life. ​While the machine was working, she was washing the underwear. She took her time, making sure she washed it very well. She scrubbed the fabric gently as her mind wandered back to the scene she had witnessed through the keyhole. She remembered the big size and how strong it looked as she rinsed the fabric. ​After washing, she put all of it, including the clothes, into the dryer. She waited for thirty minutes before taking them out. ​She dumped all the clothes into the basket again and made her way to her room. She needed to iron the clothes before taking them b