All Chapters of Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I’m sweating before I even step off the elevator.Miami in July doesn’t care that I took two buses and walked six blocks in this dress. The heat clings like a second skin, making the thin white cotton stick to my ribs. My tote bag slaps against my hip—towel, dollar-store sunscreen, the dog-eared copy of Haunting Adeline I pretend I’m reading for the plot when really it’s for the smut. Emily’s text lit up my phone at 2:14 p.m.: POOL DAY. NOW. Bring your cute ass and stop being boring. I rolled my eyes, but I came. I always come for Emily.She’s the only person who can drag me out of my head when I’m drowning in it—Sophie’s science project half-done on the kitchen table, Mom’s latest text asking if I paid the electric bill, Victor my sperm donor calling from some bar in Hialeah demanding “just twenty bucks, baby girl, I swear I’ll pay you back help your dad out here.” I never have twenty bucks to spare, but I still feel guilty saying no. That’s the problem with being the responsible on

I don’t know how long we stay on the couch like that—me curled in his lap, naked except for the slip dress bunched around my waist, him fully clothed but holding me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. His hand strokes slow circles on my back, his lips brush my temple every few minutes, and every time I start to drift, he whispers something soft: “You did so well,” or just my name.Eventually, he shifts. “We can’t stay here,” he murmurs against my hair. “Emily could wake up. She’s a light sleeper when she’s drunk.”I tense. “Where—”“My room.” He kisses my forehead. “Come on.”He helps me stand, my legs still shaky, my core still pulsing with aftershocks. He smooths the dress down over my hips, buttons his shirt halfway, and takes my hand. We move quietly down the hallway, past Emily’s closed door. My heart is in my throat the whole way, but he moves like this is routine, like sneaking his daughter’s best friend to his bedroom at 1:30 a.m. is just another Tuesday.His be

I step out of the shower, skin pruned and red from the hot water that turned cold too fast. The mirror’s fogged, but I don’t wipe it—I don’t want to see the wreck staring back. Faint bruises bloom along my collarbone like fingerprints he never meant to leave, nipples still tender from his mouth, thighs aching from clamping around his head while I sobbed his name. My body remembers every second of last night. My heart remembers the note. The money. The way it all soured in an instant. Sophie’s volcano sits drying on the kitchen table, a lumpy cone of papier-mache painted in hopeful red and orange. She’s sixteen now, but she’s curled on the couch in her favorite oversized hoodie, knees tucked under her chin, eyes glued to the TV. Some new anime is playing with bright colors flashing, dramatic music swelling, and characters yelling about power levels. She’s obsessed. We argue about it constantly. “It’s not a cartoon,” she always insists, rolling her eyes like I’m the one who does

The bus is halfway through its route when the brakes screech with a sudden, violent jolt that shoves me forward. My shoulder slams into the seat in front of me and I hear someone cursing. A bag tumbles into the aisle. The driver swears under his breath and yanks the wheel.Through the windshield, I see the cause. The black SUV pulled directly in front of the bus, cutting it off at the intersection, blocking both lanes. DC plate catching the streetlight glow like a signature.The bus shudders to a full stop, inches from the SUV’s rear bumper.My heart slams into my ribs.The driver presses the horn long and angrily. “What the hell is this guy doing?” he mutters to himself.The passenger door of the SUV opens and Damien steps out; he's in a Black shirt, his sleeves rolled and he has no tie. He doesn't care about the bus driver or the honking cars behind us. His eyes find me through the grimy window lock on like he knew exactly where I’d be sitting.The bus doors hiss open. A few pass

The bedroom door clicks shut behind us. Moonlight floods the glass walls, turning the white sheets silver and our skin ghostly pale. The ocean crashes outside steady, relentless like it’s matching the frantic beat of my heart.Damien doesn’t rush.He backs me against the wall first hands framing my face. His mouth starts at my temple trailing a soft kiss that makes me shiver. Then my cheekbone to the corner of my eye down the line of my jaw.Every kiss is deliberate. Worshipful.He reaches my neck with his open mouth now, tongue flicking against my pulse making me gasp and my head falls back against the cool glass.“Good girl,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let me taste you.”His lips trail lower to my Collarbone and then the swell of my breast. He pauses there breath hot against my nipple then takes it into his mouth and sucks slowly. Gentle at first his tongue circling the peak. Then deeper and harder his teeth grazed just enough to make me arch.I whimper as my fingers dig into hi