Semua Bab Sinful Nights With my Best-friend's Father : Bab 31 - Bab 40

LACY I'd paused my movie to pick up the call. I was alone in our apartment. Aaliyah left to meet up with her photographer boyfriend. Bored out of my mind, I settled for watching a movie on my laptop. And the plan was to quickly discard whoever was calling me and get right back to my movie. That was the plan until I heard his voice. Then I became speechless. My heartbeat had grown insanely loud too.I wasn't sure what to say. He just called me cruel. I wasn't sure how to reply. “How are you doing?” He asked. His voice was slurry. Almost like he was drunk; it was breaking too, but I'd be insane to think he was crying. A man like him wouldn't cry for a girl like me. It wouldn't make sense. “I'm good,” I mumbled. A stiff silence followed. And then he breathed out. “God, you're so cruel.”I wish he'd stop saying that. It hurts. “You're not going to ask how I'm doing?”“How you doing?” I asked. “Bad. Terrible.” “Why?” “Why?” He repeated with a croaky chuckle. “You seriously don't

LACY In all my years of existence, I've never been in a funk because of a man. It was either about my unending financial issues or my unending family problems or my suffocating bond to Mad Dog. And sometimes my academic issues. But never about a man. But in the last week, I've found myself acting like one hell of a depressed soul. I'm happy and okay at work. I'm vibing and laughing with Aaliyah in school. She's mostly not at home anymore. She's always out with her photographer boyfriend. It's just me at home. And I end up crying a lot. My room is a mess. My mind is filled with complex and unsettling thoughts. I spend all my time fantasizing how different life would have been if he wasn't Aaliyah's Daddy and I wasn't Mad Dog's plaything. Maybe we would have a shot at being together. Because this reality sucks. He's Aaliyah's Daddy and I'm stuck with Mad Dog for life. There's no way I could ever be with the man who effortlessly makes my heart flutter. And God, I've been grieving tha

LACYThe car stopped outside the premises of the house Aaliyah's Daddy brought me that other night. I think this place was slowly becoming our secret meeting place. “Thank you,” I said with a nervous smile at his driver who just opened the door for me and held my hand as I stepped down from the car. “Have a pleasant evening, Ma'am.” He bowed with a courteous smile. I wonder if he knew about Aaliyah's Daddy and me. What if he tells Aaliyah, or is his loyalty only towards her Daddy?I nodded and began heading inside. I gasped at the rose petals sprawled in a line from the door. I was beyond ecstatic about the romantic gesture, and now I couldn't wait to see him, so I followed the petals. My footsteps barely made any sound on the floor. But when I stepped into the dining area, he was standing there, waiting for me with a bottle of wine in his hand. I'd have sworn he'd be dressed a bit more casual since he was at home. But this man was wearing tailored pants, black shoes with an expen

LACY I woke up to the sun rays staining my face warmly. I stirred longer on the bed, enjoying the rich fragrance and texture of the sheet. Wishing nothing but to lie here a little longer. But then realization hit me, stealing sleep away from my eyes. I quickly sat up, holding onto the duvet that was covering my naked body. Memories of last night rushed into my mind. Me and Aaliyah's Daddy doing it in the dining area. On the staircase on our way into his room. I remember hooking a leg on the staircase rail while he held the other leg, pushing his dick relentlessly in and out of me. And then we eventually made it into this room and I bounced off his dick on the floor. And then finally we got on the bed and couldn't get enough of each other. I can't even recall when and how I fell asleep. God, last night was arguably the most erotic and fulfilling night of my life. Aaliyah's Daddy is such a stud. That man just knows how to fuck and suck a coochie. My fucking world!! I squealed, fall

LACY“Back to earth, Lacy. For the love of God, where is your mind at?” Katie snapped her fingers in my face, pulling me out of my train of thought. “Sorry,” I said. I'd tried to force a smile alongside the apology but it wouldn't come out. “What's wrong? You seem so down.” She pointed out, cleaning the counter. I was cleaning too but then I'd zoned out. “Nothing. I'm fine.” I tried for a smile again, and this time, a little crack of it made its way to my face. “Please, Lacy. I might be airheaded and a bit of a blabbermouth. But I have eyes. And you've been forcing that smile for a while now, but it won't come out.”I sighed, but there was nothing I could tell. Firstly, I've never discussed my personal life with her and I wasn't about to start now. But then again, if you do sit me down in front of a professional psychologist or some emotional expert and I'm asked to explain exactly what I feel in my chest and why, I wouldn't be able to. I know that I haven't stopped thinking abo