All Chapters of Sinful Nights With my Best-friend's Father : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LACY“Get out of here right now before I call security and have them throw you out!” I yelled angrily, pointing at the door. He didn't budge. His tongue was rolling inside his mouth, caressing the cheek where I'd hit him. His jaw was twitching and that got me very scared. I don't have a phone so I can't call anybody. The wise thing to do would be to get out of here and go call someone. I barely took a step when he pulled me back roughly, trapping me in his big arms. “Let me go!” I struggled vehemently, hitting his chest but his hold tightened, like he was trying to suffocate me. His teeth clenched. “The only reason you're still alive after hitting me is that I'm fucking serious about having a taste of your coochie. Otherwise, you'd be dead and fucking rotting.”I paled at his cold, unnerving threat. His eyes held so much rage that it was threatening to melt me away. But besides that rage was something I could recognize. Lust. Intense lust. “I'm not a whore,” I repeated shakily.

CRISTIAN The knock on the door snapped me out of my funk. I glanced back as the door opened. It was my secretary. “Sorry to disturb you, Sir, but Mr. Joe just arrived.”“Send him in.”She bowed and left. Seconds later, Joe, my best friend stepped inside.“Hey man,” I greeted with all my gloominess and went to sit on my chair. He chuckled. “Why do you look like you got hit by a fucking truck?” “Wasn't I hit by a truck?” I retorted with an exhausted sigh. Hit. Slapped. Stolen from. Abandoned. By a damn sexy truck. “She can't be that big of a deal. Also, I'm beginning to think she's a fucking ghost.” He said, settling into one of my leather seats. My anxiety increased. “Why?”“Because no one knows her whereabouts, man. The private investigator got nothing. I had some of my friends crash some nightclubs in the city and still found nothing about her. It doesn't help that we don't have a fucking picture of her.”“Those people in that nightclub where I picked her from. What did they sa

LACYI broke the eggs into a bowl, added the other ingredients, and began whisking them together. Ma'am Jocey, Aaliyah’s nanny, the older lady who'd hugged her when we arrived, was rolling out the dough. We were hands-on trying to bake a lot of stuff for the party that'll be happening in an hour. Just when it gets a little darker. Ma'am Jocey had no trouble doing it alone but I insisted on helping. In reality, I was still shocked about Hazel's eyes being Aaliyah's Father. And being in this kitchen was giving me enough time to wrap my head around it. My life has been one hell of twists and disgusting events. But I never thought it'd get this insane. I didn't only sleep with my Best-friend's Father, I also stole from him. And now I'm in his house and I can't breathe properly. Back there at the pool, I pretended not to recognize him. But I can't continue pretending for long. Not when those intense hazel eyes had a way of seeing through me in the most unnerving but arousing way. This

CRISTIAN The music had gotten louder. The place was crammed to the brim with my friends, colleagues, and whatnots. It was every bit like the party I'd imagined it to be. And I should be festive. I should be cocooned in the jamboree. But I wasn't. I was pacing back and forth near one of the barbecue spots. My eyes darted to the main house every second, hoping she would step out of the house soon. It's been a crazy day for me. Seeing her again in my house was something I never imagined. Not in my wildest dreams did I think I'd see her here. Watching her step out of that pool was a traumatizing sight. But then she was just in her underwear and the water dripping off her body gave me a damn boner. Had me feeling shamelessly aroused. To think she's just 22! I still can't wrap my head around that. She can't be 22. She danced around a pool like she had ten years of experience. She sucked my dick like she's sucked dicks her whole life. She's got the body of a goddess. All that and she's

CRISTIAN The guys were involved in their usual bickerings. I was just chuckling and putting in a few punchlines. They all spent the night here. As a matter of fact, almost everyone who showed up for the party last night slept over. There was enough room to accommodate everyone. I made sure of that when I built this place. My late wife was such a hostess. She loved these parties. She loved having the community over and preparing food for everyone. She was that perfect social butterfly. I was more of a reserved guy. But she was such a bubbly, extroverted beauty. She taught me how to vibe with others. I wouldn't say I learned much but at the very least, I know how to act interested and present when I find myself in conversation with people around me. A conversation that didn't involve business. You know, chitchat. The only conversations I could perfectly carry out were business conversations. Chit-chats used to drain me. It still does. I'm just a little more patient with it now. For