All Chapters of Falling for Daddy's Best Friend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Rebecca's POV The summer heat was suffocating. I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, and stuck living back in my childhood home for the summer while I figured out my next move. My parents had thrown a small dinner party to celebrate my graduation with just a few close family friends. But there was only one guest I cared about. Mark. My dad’s best friend since high school. He was forty-four, ruggedly handsome, with salt-and-pepper hair and a broad chest that his tailored shirts struggled to contain. He owned a construction company, had a deep, gravelly voice, and moved through the world like he owned it. I had known him my entire life. He was "Uncle Mark" to me, but tonight, something was different. My parents were bickering in the kitchen over the dishes and I had excused myself, needing a moment of air. I walked out onto the back patio, the night breeze barely cooling my flushed skin. I was wearing a simple black sundress, thin straps, hem brushing my mid-thigh. I was leaning

Rebecca's POVBreakfast ended in a blur of hollow small talk. My dad announced he was going upstairs to shower and change before the golf course. Mark nodded casually, telling him he’d wait in the living room. But his eyes told a different story. They locked onto mine the second my father’s footsteps creaked up the stairs.He didn’t say a word, he just stood up, walked toward the living room and disappeared around the corner. My mom was washing dishes at the sink, her back turned to me. She was humming a tune, completely oblivious to the war raging inside my chest.I knew I shouldn’t go. My dad was upstairs. The water would run for at least ten minutes and that was all the time in the world. My legs moved before my brain could stop them and i slipped into the living room.Mark was standing by the window, his back to me, but he heard my footsteps. He turned slowly, a dangerous smirk pulling at his lips. He reached out, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me into the hallway, not the guest roo

Mark's POVI should have stopped this at the patio. I should have slapped myself, walked back inside and poured a cup of coffee like a normal, rational man.But I didn't.And as I stood at the third tee box, watching Becca bend over to pick up her ball, I knew I wasn't going to stop. Not today. Not ever. Her dress rode up just an inch, exposing the smooth, tanned skin of her thighs. I felt my jaw tighten, my cock twitching against the zipper of my shorts. God, I had just been inside her twenty minutes ago, and I was already aching to do it again.She was a drug. A lethal, beautiful, forbidden drug.Rebecca. My best friend's daughter. I had watched her grow up, watched her lose her baby teeth, watched her graduate high school, watched her turn from a gangly teenager into a stunning, curvy woman. I had fought like hell to keep my eyes off her over the last few years. But last night, she had looked at me over the dinner table with those dark, sultry eyes, and every ounce of restraint I

Rebecca's POV The clock on my nightstand read 8:47 PM.My parents had gone to bed an hour ago. The house was silent, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of old wood settling. I had been lying in the dark for sixty minutes, fully dressed, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear it.I was wearing a simple black sundress, shorter than the one I wore to the golf course, and a pair of strappy sandals and no panties. I had made that decision at 7 PM, and the cool air brushing against my bare thighs sent a constant, electric thrill through my body.At exactly 8:50 PM, I slipped out of bed.I crept down the hallway, my bare feet silent on the hardwood. I passed my parents' bedroom door, a soft snore echoed from the inside. I held my breath, my hand gripping the banister, and tiptoed down the stairs. The front door clicked open with a soft, terrifying snick. I slipped out into the cool night air, closed it behind me, and did