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And I would keep hoping … against all odds … that the friendship we once had could somehow survive the mess I had made. EMILY'S POV I broke down the moment she left the office. The door clicked softly behind, and my hands swept over the files she dropped angrily. I couldn’t help but remember the look on my dad’s face when I asked him the same question. He told me he loved her, unfazed. He was so certain, so ready to fight for her. But she? Had she been playing him all along? I had always been protective of my father because I hated how he crumbled when my mum died. I hated how love made him weak. I ensured no one got close enough to break his heart — until my best friend.

Just serious best-friend mode. “Bella… you have to let this go.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Easy for you to say.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s necessary.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “This isn’t some cute little office crush. Alex is your dad’s best friend. His business partner. The guy who’s been around since you were a kid. If this blows up and it will your dad is going to lose his mind. Not just at Alex. At you too. You could lose your whole family over this.”

I was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

he answers my question while taking steady steps towards me with a panty-melting smile on his face already doing a good job of making my panties wet with desire for this man " And, you are my beautiful mate who I have been searchinng for more than five hundred years in my life." " Hey, Zach. My friend. How are you doing, buddy? Long time no see?" my dad asked, pulling Zacharias in a brotherly hug, then looked at me " Charlotte, my dearest daughter, you are so lucky to find a mate like Zacharias. I already approve of him because he happens to be my best friend too." dad announced making my eyes go wide. If he is dad's friend, why didn't I ever see him in the eighteen years of my life?

“Always so problematic. And always so secretive. You can never really know what’s going on in her life.” “Well, I hope she has friends that she talks to because being so closed up all on your own is not good at all.” Dad said. “I’m a businessman, trust me, I know that.” “She has Dan.” Mom said, her eyes lighting up a little. “He was just here today.” “Well, at least. And he is better than that Dave of hers.” Dad told mom. “What do you mean better? He is a great guy, Raphael.” “I know.” Dad said briefly.

But my pussy was already aching, soaked from days of this unbearable tension, and when he wrapped one huge, calloused hand around his fat, veiny cock and gave it a slow stroke, I broke. My legs moved, and I stepped under the spray with him. ********* My name is Hailey, and I've been fucked up over my Uncle Brandon since I was old enough to understand what wet dreams felt like. He's not really my uncle... at least not by blood, thank God for that small mercy. But he's been Dad's ride or die best friend since middle school, my godfather, the man who showed up with roaring Harley engines and leather jackets that smelled like freedom and sin.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

I called out, my voice breaking slightly as another wave of pleasure hit me. Ace’s hand covered my mouth as he thrust a little harder, pushing me right back toward the edge. “Alright. Sleep well,” Dad said. The footsteps moved away. Ace didn’t stop. He fucked me faster now, the danger making everything more intense. “You almost got us caught,” he growled. “And you got even wetter. You love this, don’t you?” I nodded frantically against his hand, another orgasm building fast from the insane tension. His cock drove into me relentlessly, then I heard Dad’s door open and close down the hall.

Marcus. He killed the engine of his black, gleaming truck and stepped out, and my breath caught in my throat. Forty-five years old, and he was a monument to masculine perfection. He was tall, with the kind of broad, powerful shoulders that made shirts look like they were straining to contain him. His dark hair was shot through with distinguished silver at the temples, and his face was a landscape of harsh angles and a strong jaw, all framed by eyes so piercingly blue they felt like a physical touch. He was my dad’s best friend, a man I’d known my entire life, and for the past few years, the star of every single one of my filthy, secret fantasies. “Hey, kid,” Marcus called, his voice a low ru

he said, and I smiled sadly and nodded my head. “Fuck Jensen, it should be me, you know that,” he growled. “Nah dad, it has to be me,” I said, walking over to him. “You got your whole life ahead of you, a mate out there waiting to make a bloody honest man out of you,” and I chuckled. “He’s my best friend, and my Alpha. Hell, we even fell in love with the same woman,” and my dad smiled. “Well, she’s a hell of a woman,” he said, his admiration for Kaeleigh showing strong in his grin