Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Love With My Dad's Best Friend : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Eliana's POV How does one go to school with all these markings without them getting noticed? We'd fucked so rough last night, and now I have marks on my body to prove it. I opted to join Scott in his car today. He dropped me off at school and then headed to work. I loved the whispers and attention that came with being dropped off by a hot, rich man. Some whispers weren't exactly nice, but they weren't completely wrong either. “He's definitely her sugar daddy.” Well, it was true. Maybe he wasn't exactly my sugar daddy, but we were fucking, so there was some truth to that. “Hi! I thought you wouldn't make it to school today,” Paige said excitedly. “Almost didn't make it,” I replied as we engaged in a hug. “Hi!” The hot guy from yesterday hollered at me. “Hi!” I waved back. Paige disengaged from the hug to see who it was. “I wasn't imagining things... it's really Xavier... Xavier King...” She took in deep breaths. “Do you know what this means?” “That we're cooked?” I asked sarcas

Eliana's POV They say ask, and you shall receive, right? Well, I received silence when I asked for answers. I was both mad and worried at the same time. Scott totally ignored me, even when I had said some mean things. The way his eyes had turned dark when I called him childish... It made me shiver, but I had to continue what I had started. "Childish? Childish?" He asked as his eyes darkened even more. I took two steps backward in fear. Deep down, I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but a look like that could scare anyone. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. "So now I'm being childish, but you were being mature when you did pretty much the same while you smiled sweetly at—" Suddenly, his eyes relaxed and he released my hand from his grasp. I massaged my bruised wrist with my free hand to relieve the pressure. "At who? What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. What the hell was he talking about? Why wouldn't he just tell me? Without sparing me another glance, he walked out

Eliana's POV Scott might have been acting weird for the reasons he'd mentioned, but I could tell there was something else. Something was bothering him, and I didn't know what it was. I watched him for some minutes until I was seized by a yawn. “Good morning, daddy,” I greeted through my yawn. “Good morning, baby. How are you?” he asked. As if he didn't already know the answer to that… Fine and well fucked. As usual, he had requested I get out of bed and prepare for school. I had no plans of obeying that. He finally accepted my decision and asked that I get enough rest. “I'll be home early today.” Those words sounded a lot like a promise; I couldn't wait. He went into the bathroom, and I joined him a few minutes later. I'm glad I did and that I didn't listen to him at first. I thought being fucked hard against the wall was amazing. I mean, it was… The force of his thrusts had my spine hitting the wall. The water made it even better—the sound, the splash. My pussy felt so slippery;

Eliana's POV I have never felt excitement and fear at once in my life. Here, inside what seemed to be a BDSM playroom, the sight of these weird stuff made me rethink my decision. Fear gripped me while my body shivered in excitement. As scared as I was, I fucking wanted to try everything—almost everything, but one step at a time. I had been so excited about getting my ass fucked a few minutes ago, but now, all I had was doubt… what-ifs. I waited impatiently while he went to bring things he'd gotten for me… more kink stuff. “A restraint, this one won't be hard on your beautiful skin. A new whip. A butt plug, it is for…” “I know what it is, you don't have to explain,” I said, cutting him off. I've seen a few freaky videos, so I know. Everything here makes me wonder what more I'd missed during my literal sex education on the internet. “Alright…” His brows were raised, mouth open like there was more he wanted to say. “Finally, nipple clamps or clips,” he said. He did not bother to try

Eliana's POV A week had passed since the weird text. It still hadn't left my mind, even after everything Scott had said to reassure me. Honestly, I wasn't scared about the world finding out about us; I was afraid of the consequences it might bring, what it may cost Scott. There was a possibility that it wasn't about us, and there was a possibility that it was. As much as he tried to mask it, I could tell that he was worried the supposed secret was the truth about our relationship. I wasn't just consumed by fear; I was consumed by guilt as well. Scott wouldn't have to worry about any of this if I hadn't started all of this—if I hadn't pursued him, hiding my identity. But if I was given the chance and power to fix things, I'll do the same thing, but maybe I'll make sure he wasn't my dad's friend… But then, how would we meet? “What are you thinking about?” Scott asked. “Nothing, nothing at all,” I lied. He circled his arm around me, tilting my face up. “Good, because I want to be th