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“I promise. This isn't how I planned to introduce you.” My brows furrowed into confusion Introduce me? “My father wasn't supposed to show up,”she continued, with a smile. “I swear. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I am just here scolding him.” My head spun and my face dropped. I haven’t gotten a chance to see him, since he was always very busy and on our first meeting, I… Fuck, I slept with my best friend’s father?!

I had never felt this way at the beginning of our relationship. Although my father is sarcastic and jovial, he can be unpredictable sometimes. "Sarah," Father called, pulling me out of my thoughts, his eyes narrowing at me. "Why do you keep zoning off?" Xavier locked eyes with me, a questioning gaze, and I just flashed him a brief smile. "I was just thinking... how time flew and how nice it is to see you again." My smile grew wider; this time it was genuine. I really do miss him. "Oh, baby doll," my father said, his voice filled with emotion as he opened his arms for another hug.

The hand moved from my left nipple, to the right, giving it the same treatment as the first. I haven’t even touched my cunt, yet I was feeling the climax building up. It was the effect that Charles had on me and I hated to admit it. It was painful, that I had a thing for my ex best friend’s father. It was fucked up, but it didn’t stop me from attempting to jerk off, thinking that it was his hands that was making it ways to my cunt. I sucked in a deep breath when my index finger brushed against the opening. “Charles.” I moaned softly, rocking my index finger, even before it went in.

“Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.” “I said quality control.” Her father argues. “My daughter has a reputation and I need to protect it.” “I am a big girl now. I can protect everything on my own.” She pushes him toward the door. Peter grabs her cheek and gives Cassie a kiss on the forehead. “Grow up as much as you can, you’ll always be my little princess.” After her father leaves the kitchen, Cassie turns back to being busy with the chicken wings and fries more of them. Half an hour later, she goes to the living room with a big bowl of caramel popcorn and finds her father with aunt Gilda’s husband. He is a giant man with a kind heart and Cassie’s favorite male neighbor. Her favori

“Welcome home.” The formality was deliberate. A wall between us. “Dom’s been keeping me company in your absence,” my father said, oblivious to the tension crackling between hid righthand man and his daughter. “Don’t know what I would’ve done without him these past couple years. Best friend a man could ask for.” The words landed like a physical blow. Best friend. As if I needed the reminder of exactly how wrong this was. “That’s wonderful,” I managed. “I’m glad you have each other.”

Xavier “I have told you several times that in this business there are no friends. You have to be very careful about who you let into your space.” My father scolded me on the phone. “I understand your point, father, but I have told you countless times not to worry about Adrian. And like I’ll always tell you, Adrian is my friend and brother.” I said. "Brother, from where? Because I am sure he didn’t come out of my loins.” My father said, and I had to roll my eyes. My father could be a little bit dramatic at times.

"...as long as you are willing to take him for your husband. Aurora's mind went blank. Things seemed to halt around her. Best friend of her father? The man was almost twice her age? The man she'd called Uncle Alex for all her life? No... That wasn't possible. There must have been some misunderstanding. Her lips trembled. What. did you just say?

Now I was nothing but an employee and his daughter's best friend to him and whatever it was that happened between us was already long forgotten by him. It made me wonder if he regretted sleeping with me that night and much to my dismay, I felt a part of me hurt when I had that thought. I mentally scolded myself immediately. I was with Aiden and I was happy. I shouldn't be fawning over my best friend's dad who definitely had a line of older and more achieved women at his beck and call. So whatever it was that we had that fateful day was long gone and it was time I moved on too.

"He did worse." "For years, I let him use me." His daughter-in-law frowned. "How did you both become friends?" "It just seems so unlikely." "It is," Fabian agreed. His gaze drifted somewhere distant. "Bruno's father worked for my father. That's how we met." "We became best of friends and were always stuck at the hip," he continued. "Even when my our fathers died, we still stayed strong." "Then I met Amelia and fell in love. And we fell apart."

Every Daddy is a reference, a hidden threat to her mother. She’s feeling brave enough to flirt with danger, but I act like it’s perfectly natural. Like she’s always called me Daddy. The card is simple: ‘You’re the very best father I ever could have imagined. Thank you so much for everything you do for me.’ The book is a small coffee table book about architecture in Switzerland, not the most inspired gift, but I’m touched by the sentiment. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” I say, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze.