All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosalie's POV His muscular broad back was to me, covered in intricate tattoos that looked like a wolf.Through the mirror, I could see his muscles flexing under tanned skin as his arm moved in slow deliberate strokes.His big calloused hand wrapped around his big, veiny cock, long and hard, flushed dark around the tip. He stroked once, twice, head tipping backwards as another groan ripped out of his throat, rumbling through the quiet room.The sound sent shockwaves of desire down my sensitive spine.My gaze trained up his face. His eyes were shut, completely lost in the animalistic pleasure that famed his face.I needed no soothsayer to tell me that he was twice my age. But damn! He was so hot.He looked like some untamed Greek god— wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and cut deep.He was the breathtaking combination of predatory and ethereal. His curly black hair with scanty gray highlights fell over his face in a tousled mess like he'd been running his hands through it, fr

Rosalie POVMy ears rang for a minute with those words. I blinked once. Twice. No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.Emily had to be joking. But the way she looked between us, completely oblivious, told me everything I needed to know.This wasn't some sick prank. This breathtakingly handsome man...whom I'd spent the entire night with. The man whose kisses still lingered on my lips. The man whose voice had haunted every thought since I'd woken up...This Greek god was... her actual father? Emily's father? "Oh."Emily frowned. "Rosa?"I realized I'd said that out loud. My knees suddenly felt weak."Are... are you okay?" she asked, her concern replacing the irritation she'd worn moments ago."I..."Nothing. Absolutely nothing came out. My tongue had apparently packed its bags and left my body.Caleb—Mr. Kingston—cleared his throat. His face had returned to that unreadable expression I'd first seen downstairs. There were only three words I could use to explain it. Calm. Controlled.

Rosalie's POVFriday.The word alone was enough to make my stomach twist into a thousand knots.I buried my face deeper into my pillow, squeezing my eyes shut like that would somehow make today disappear.No. I wasn't going.There was absolutely no way in hell I was stepping foot into Westfield today. Not when Caleb Kingston was going to be there.It was not after everything that had happened between us. Not after I'd practically died of embarrassment at breakfast.Nope.I was staying right here. My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I reached for it lazily.Emily: Morning, sleepyhead. You're coming today, right?I stared at the message for a few seconds before replying.Me: Not feeling too well.The three little dots appeared almost immediately.Emily: Seriously?Then another message popped in.Emily: Dad's coming today, remember? Need to collect those gifts from him before he flies out again.My chest tightened. Right. He was travelling after today. Good. Maybe I'd never have to see

Rosalie POVThe applause seemed to go on forever. Heat burned across my cheeks as I hurriedly sat back down, wishing the chair would magically swallow me whole.God.Could this day get any more embarrassing? I didn't even dare look toward Caleb. Mr. Kingston.Whatever I was supposed to call him now. I simply shoved my notebook into my bag and focused on one thing. Escape.Students immediately crowded around him the moment the lecture ended and questions flew from every direction."Sir, do you take interns every year?""What advice would you give young entrepreneurs?""Can I connect with you on LinkedIn?"Even a few lecturers joined the crowd, laughing and shaking his hand. He answered every question with the same calm authority he'd displayed throughout the lecture. Meanwhile, I quietly zipped my bag.Perfect. Everyone was distracted. I could leave unnoticed.I slipped out of my seat; one step. Then another. Almost there."Miss Smith."I froze.No. Please no.The entire lecture hall w

Rosalie POV"Is there a problem here?"The words resonated in my ears again. Maxwell was now facing him directly while I watched from behind. "So you're talking to me?" His brows furrowed as he looked Caleb up and down. "This doesn't concern you."Caleb didn't move. He didn't even blink. His hands remained tucked neatly inside the pockets of his tailored black trousers, his posture relaxed in a way that somehow made him look even more intimidating."It ceased being private," he said evenly, "the moment she asked you to let go."The small crowd that had begun forming around us fell completely silent. Maxwell scoffed."She's my girlfriend.""Ex-girlfriend." The correction left my mouth before I even thought about it.Every pair of eyes swung toward me. Maxwell's face tightened."C’mon. We are not over yet. Babe, you know I didn't mean to cause all of this drama.""I know exactly what you meant." I lifted my chin. "And I also know we're over."His jaw flexed."You can't throw away four