My Bestfriend’s Father
His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, placing a finger on my mouth. “Uh-uh, what did I say you call me when we're alone?”
My body tingled with heat. “Daddy?”
“Urgh…” A guttural groan tore from his chest. “Yes, baby?”
My mind spaced for a second and Andre took advantage of that, tucking his hands under my legs and carrying me bridal style.
“Andre, what are you doing?!” I shriek, dangling my legs in the air.
“Finishing what we started, baby.” he chuckled, heading straight for the front door.
I shook my head in bemusement. His daughter just found out about us and his brain goes straight to sex?
Men…
I wasn't any better though as I just waited for him to cross that threshold and pounce on me, instead of dissuading him.
He strode over to the loveseat couch, sliding me down his body before pushing me back to the couch.
Propped up on my elbows, I looked up at him with hooded eyes, only for the the door knob to flip.
My eyes widened and instantly, I jerked up to my feet, coming to stand behind Andre.
I had no idea who it was as Claire would have just barged right in.
The door opening seemed to take several minutes but in reality, it was only seconds.
It swung inwards to reveal Leila, the last person I was expecting to see.
She took one look at us and wasn't in the least bit surprised.
“So it's true?” Those cold grey eyes moved over to me. “You're the whore that's fucking my husband?”