Chapter 1

Ava Hart's Point Of View.“Ava, I swear if we don’t reach in ten minutes, I am going to eat the car,” Mia groaned, as she tapped the steering wheel with her small, ring-covered fingers. Her messy brown curls bounced with every frustrated huff as she drove us along the snowy mountain road.Christmas was supposed to feel warm, magical, families laughing around a Christmas tree but for me, it had always been a reminder of everything I did not have anymore. I had lost my parents at a very young age.I smiled, acted normal, pretended the season did not ache, but it always did and this year, walking into the Carters’ lodge, I felt that similar ache.“We had sandwiches two hours ago,” I laughed, watching her hazel eyes widen like I had personally offended her.“That was TWO hours ago!” she argued, clutching her stomach dramatically. Her round cheeks puffed as she pouted. “I am starving to death, woman.”Mia Carter had been my friend since the first week of college, the loud, dramatic, messy

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Chapter 2

Ava Hart's Point Of View.The inside of the lodge was warm. The walls were made of dark, polished wood, that smelled faintly of pine. A stone fireplace with burning flames at the far end, across the room. Above it hung a large wreath decorated with tiny warm fairy lights that glowed like stars.Thick rugs covered the hardwood floor, soft under my boots, and every corner of the room held cozy expression. There were a stack of blankets, lantern-style lamps, framed photos of mountains, old snow trips, and Mia as a child with missing front teeth.The air smelled like cinnamon, roasted garlic, and something buttery baking in the oven.We sat at the long oak table for dinner. It itself was long and sturdy, with mismatched chairs that somehow looked perfect together. A few candles flickered in the center, making the entire room feel warmer, softer almost intimate.Mia rambled about classes and dorm drama, oblivious. I nodded, while each and every nerve in my body zeroed in on the man sitting

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Chapter 3

Blake Carter's Point Of View.I stood frozen in the kitchen, for a long time after Ava's frantic little footsteps faded upstairs, palms braced on the table, trying to wrestle my heartbeat under control.One accidental brush of her body against mine at the dinner table, one soft, trembling press of her tits against my arm, and I had damn near snapped.My cock had gone iron-hard under the table like I was seventeen again instead of forty-two. Twenty years of iron control, gone in goddamn three fucking seconds because Ava Hart had looked up at me with those big, nervous eyes.Yesterday, when Elaine texted that Mia was finally coming home for Christmas after years of choosing her mother’s new family over mine, I had braced for the usual chaos, noise, arguments and my daughter raiding the fridge at 2 AM, what I had not braced for was the girl who climbed out of the passenger seat beside her.Snow swirling around her like a fairy tale, cheeks flushed pink and that long, beautiful curls fall

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Chapter 4

Blake Carter's Point Of View.I unclipped the chain from Clara’s cuffs, wiped her mouth with my thumb, tilted her chin up and said, “Go. You did a good job."She pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh as a gratitude, and slipped out without a word. The door clicked shut behind her. The room fell into heavy silence, broken only by the low crackle of the dying fire and the thud of my own pulse.I should have been sated but I was not even close. If anything, it was worse now because I had just proven one devastating truth that no one else would ever be enough from now onwards. Not tonight. Not until I had her.My cock was already stirring again, thickening against my thigh like it had not just emptied itself down a willing throat. I could not help but remember the image of her wide, shocked eyes through that crack in the door, watching me.I crossed to the desk, dropped into the leather chair, and turn on the monitor as a dark, twisted thought over my mind.The screen lit up with

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Chapter 5

Ava Hart's Point Of View.I woke up wet, not just damp but soaked. My thighs were slick to the knee, my panties glued to me, my clit throbbed.The second my eyes opened, the memory slammed into me. Blake Carter, Mia's father, the man who had looked straight into my soul while he fucked someone else’s throat and came watching me watch him through the crack of the door. What I had done afterward, shoved my hand, between my legs, and whispering his name like a filthy prayer until I came hard.I pressed both hands over my face and groaned into my palms.I was a terrible friend. For lord's sake, he was Mia’s dad. How could I even look at him after this?I was not that girl, I had never been that girl.I had never even watched porn, never touched myself in anyone else’s house, never, ever let a single dirty thought about a man old enough to be my father live in my head for longer than a second. Yet here I was, aching for him more and more.I dragged myself to the shower with shaky legs, tur

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All Chapters of At My Best Friend's Father's Mercy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5