Chapter One: Filthy Liar

"What the hell Marcus?" I could not shout. The words had come out as a strained whisper. It seemed as though my eyes had been deceiving me, and then suddenly I was angry. Not at Marcus but at myself—for being such a fool all this time. Why had I believed him and listened anytime he told me not to come to a party because he wasn't going to be there and it wasn't safe for me to be on my own? I had always thought it was because he was protective and did not want guys to hit on me. But now I knew the reason and it was certainly not because he gave a fuck about me. "You promised you weren't going to come," he said, turning to face me. He was still fucking her as he spoke. "So all your promises have been fake?" "You're despicable," I spat in disgust. His audacity to say those words made my heart twist painfully. "So fucken..." I trailed off as my voice got stuck in my throat. "You can't blame me," he rolled his eyes, finally pulling himself out of the girl who watched with amusement.

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Chapter Two: My Best Friends Step-Father

I swallowed hard and turned around, almost falling. There was an unexplainable weakness and warmth in my legs as I turned to face the man. It had been a long time since I had felt sexually turned on just by someone's presence. I had never felt that. Without physical touch, I had never felt horny. I had not even really been touched in a sexual way before that made me feel horny. I was simply uncomfortable with most of it. Suddenly I remembered Marcus and my heart clenched painfully. Then there was a sudden form of guilt that Marcus had never made me feel sexually aroused as much as this strange man had. Maybe he had noticed that and that was what— "Hey," he whispered sensually, cutting off my train of thought. He was wearing a black dress shirt that was unbuttoned all the way down. His chest was ripped with packs of abs that disappeared dangerously into the low-waist jeans he was wearing. "You're staring." He breathed in a ragged manner. He seemed to move a bit closer to me and his

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Chapter Three: Wrong and Wet

I jumped back in fear and gasped, turning around to face Heather, Leslie 's mom. Surprisingly, Glen maintained a composed aura. He stepped back gently and smiled, "Yes, we met a few minutes ago." I watched as he walked over to her with a smile on his face. He caressed her face gently and planted a soft kiss on her lips which made her smile. For some reason, rage built up within me as I watched the romantic gesture. "I'd say Addison is a lot like Leslie ," he gestured towards the island. "They are both clumsy." "Really?" Heather raised her brows. "I like to think they are polar opposites." "I'll clean up the mess and be off to bed," I smiled tightly at both of them. I filled a bowl with water from the sink and used a napkin to wipe off the surface. "Oh don't worry about it," Glenwalked over to me. He carefully pulled the napkin out of my hands. I shot him a glare but his smile remained intact. "I'll ask a maid to—" "I'm already almost done," I said with gritted teeth, snatchin

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Chapter Four: Denial

His mention of Marcus had gotten me so annoyed and it had also made me come back to my senses. I could not be enjoying the way my best friend's dad was teasing me sexually, that would make me no different from a whore. Moreover, I was betraying Leslie 's trust. "Was he the one that made you cry?" He asked. "I wasn't crying," I seethed. "You had mascara-stained eyes but I politely chose not to ask," he murmured, placing his hands on my thighs once more. "Apparently, I struck a nerve by bringing him up." So that was why Leslie 's mother asked if I was okay earlier on, I thought to myself. "Excuse me," I said, realizing that there was no way I could leave the bathroom without him stepping away from me. I was still trapped on the countertop. "Why?" He asked. "Are you telling me you don't want more of this?" His hands were back on my thighs, finding their way to my underwear. I raised my hands to slap them away but he caught my hand in time with his other one. "Ahh," I moane

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Chapter Five: The Wrong Touch

"Fuck you!" I cursed at him and stormed out of the kitchen. I looked back for a moment to see that he was unaffected and did not care. I wished he would follow me up the stairs and offer some sort of apology for his actions. He didn't even respond to my cursing, but I didn't expect him to. I just needed to get out of there, to find a place where I could process my emotions without his toxic presence. When I got to Leslie 's room, I slammed the door shut and sank onto the bed, wiping my tears away furiously. I felt stupid and like I'd been punched in the gut. Glen's words cut deep, and I couldn't believe he'd speak to me like that, especially after our night in the bathroom. What I had expected was for him to show me affection behind everyone's back and then in the presence of everyone act neutral. What hurt the most was that I had no one to talk to about any of this. Sure, I could talk to Leslie and my roommate Lovina about my mother's death, and Lovina already knew about Mar

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All Chapters of My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter One: Filthy Liar

Chapter Two: My Best Friends Step-Father

Chapter Three: Wrong and Wet

Chapter Four: Denial

Chapter Five: The Wrong Touch