All Chapters of Forbidden Nights With My Best Friend’s Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

OliviaWho says buying lingerie by yourself, ninety days to your wedding day is bad luck?Because I was doing the opposite.I have heard from countless ladies how their lingeries was mostly brought as a gift from the bride's best friend, cousin, or sister, but of course.My best friend, Jenna, who couldn't make it for my engagement party, decided to do something crazy and new.She paid for the lingerie and chose the specific colour she wanted for me!Isn't that crazy?And here I was, standing in front of the lingerie display, my fingers grazing the satin and lace like they were something magical.My reflection stared back at me from the tall mirror opposite the aisle, eyes too bright, cheeks warm, lips curved in a smile I hadn't been able to suppress since the morning Jenna invaded my sleep.Ninety days! Just ninety days to Christmas and ninety days to my wedding day!To some people, it was still far, but to me that has been waiting seven years to walk down that aisle, it was closer t

OliviaI woke up late with a pounding headache and a mouth that felt completely dry like sand paper.For a moment, I couldn't wrap my head off where I exactly was because obviously, the room didn't look like mine.The bed was unfamiliar, too wooden than mine, and the light filtering through the curtains made my head hurt even more. I groaned softly and turned to my side.Then everything from the night before came back in pieces like a refreshed memory of my misery.The supermarket, the red lingerie, Ethan cheating on me with my cousin and ….The bar!The drinksThe man.I sat up quickly, panic rising in my chest as I checked myself, my face burning red with embarrassment.What have I done?Asking a man for a night?!Fortunately for me, my clothes were still on, nothing felt wrong, no soreness and certainly not discomfort..I frowned, confused.Slowly, I remembered more. He hadn't touched me.Even when I was adamant, clinging to the stranger's body, he only helped me to the bed, gave m

OLIVIA I'd become an expert at timing my exits. I knew Christian's morning routine now, knew when he'd be in his office on conference calls, knew when he'd emerge for coffee. I planned my movements around him like some elaborate dance where the goal was never to touch.Three days had passed since the introduction. Three days of living in a state of constant awareness, my body tensing whenever I heard footsteps in the hall.Jenna had noticed nothing. Why would she? Her father was home early, working remotely for the week before heading back to New York. Her best friend was staying over like always. Everything was normal.Except nothing was normal.I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, hyperaware of the office door down the hall. Closed. Good. I could breathe.“You're being weird,” Jenna said from the couch, not looking up from her phone.My heart skipped. “What?”“You've been jumpy all week. Is it the internship thing? Because I told you, my dad will totally write you a recommenda

OLIVIAI swallowed hard, forcing a small, uneasy smile. “Yes, Jenna… anything you say,” I murmured even though I heard nothing. Her eyes narrowed. “Why is your face so red? Is there a problem?” she asked, moving closer, her hand checking my temperature. My gaze flickered to Christian; he shot me a knowing look, as if he could read every thought behind my flush. I gave a short laugh that barely reached my eyes. “I’m fine, Jenna,” I said as I stepped back from her. Her brow furrowed, but I gave her an assured smile. She sighed before turning to her father. “I thought you were working today, Daddy?” He shook his head. “No, I'm going to the supermarket. Do you want to get anything?” he asked as he strode towards the towel stand, took a towel, and placed it around his shoulder. Jenna clasped her hands together. “Tampons,” she said with a smile. “And mint chip ice cream, also add those hazelnut chocolates!”Christian nodded, then Jenna stepped back cautiously before diving into t

OLIVIAI took in a sharp breath. I would have spoken, but my voice…words failed me. Christian was close, too close, and I could barely breathe properly. “Tell me I shouldn’t…” he whispered against my ear, pressing closer until I could feel his cock, hard and ready. “Tell me you don’t want this.” I swallowed hard.“We…this,” I trailed off as his finger tugged at my thong teasingly. “Please,” I muttered instead, biting my lips. He kissed my earlobe slowly, then dragged his lips to my nape. “You claim you want distance,” he murmured, sucking lightly, “but your body keeps saying otherwise.” I gasped. “Now tell me, who do you want me to listen to?” Fuck.I should have stopped him, but instead, my thighs parted as I felt a trail of wetness slide down my thighs.His finger shifted my thong, and without warning, he pushed in two fingers, causing a loud moan out of my lips. He leaned closer, lips inches apart. “So much wetness for someone who doesn’t want this,” he whispered, wi