Forbidden Trap Of Friend's Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

As if that wasn't enough betrayal and punishment to me. Now I've just fucked my best friend's daddy, unknowingly. Is this karma? Or fate just decided to punch me by making me feel like the betrayal? My chest burned with panic from the thought. But still, I couldn't get the feeling of his touch off my head, which makes me hate myself even more. Bella came back smiling. She dropped into the chair next to me. “My dad is so happy you are here. He never really likes when I bring friends over. I am really surprised it's different with you.”

It’s clear as day that he’s losing his mind. “You want me to treat you like an adult?” he continues, spearing a piece of meatloaf on his fork before popping it into his mouth. “Then you need to act like one, which means realizing the importance of staying away from that friend of yours and her father. I’m sure the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. She can't be trusted.”

The title read: “Forbidden Lake House Affair: Brother’s Best Friend Caught on Video.” The nightmare had just begun.

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

Because men like Theodore Blackwell didn't end up with girls like me. Party B agrees to never discuss the arrangements made with Party A with anyone. He had groaned my name last night, heck just a few minutes ago I had been on his lap while he fed me and he certainly had not called me Party B. A dry laugh bubbled in my throat but I clamped it down. Once men got what they wanted, they always disappeared. My father had taught me that lesson when he took his life and as if that weren't enough, Damon had schooled me properly on that and wrecked my life while he was at it.

Bastian's POV I shouldn’t have been so rough with her yesterday. No matter how much I try to sugarcoat my desires and guilt, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m fucking my best friend’s daughterthe very girl he trusted me with. My phone rings, and it’s none other than Marcus, my best friend. I’ve been avoiding his calls ever since Lilith and I came to Scotland, unable to face my guilt and the knowledge of what I’ve been doing. I debate whether to answer or let it ring.

“I think we both need a drink.” Jade leaned closer. “And you still liked him after that?” “God, I hated him. I did. But I also couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something about him. I don't know. It just..never left me. And trust me, It's not just about the dick.” Sophie returned to her seat with a tequila in her hand. “So you're saying, you slept with your dad's best friend. He ghosted you, and then went and fell in love with him anyway? Baby girl, your life is wild.”

“Dad, I didn’t know you were there.” “Your mother used the car to nip to the hospital. She’s checking out your mate’s parents and should be back shortly. I promised I’d be home for you.” His father leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen. “I’ve got to do something, Dad. I can’t let her slip through my fingers.” “You’re going to hurt your mate before you claim her.” “Dad, I’ve not got a choice.” “Why don’t you let this friend fuck up on his own without helping him? While he’s getting to know other people, you sweep in and become his best friend.”

This would be after daddy punished him with the leather strap he kept by his chair. The little boy wondered as he became older what he did to make daddy hate him. He always tried to be good and even tried to help daddy around the house. Daddy would make him clean up all his smelly cans and the little boy would do it quickly hoping to make daddy happy, but daddy was only happy when he had his lady friends over. I liked when daddy’s lady friends were over because then daddy wasn’t as mean to me. Daddy would take his lady friends in his room with him and they would stay in there for a long time so the little boy was always able to get more food on those days. The ladies didn’t pay any attention