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“Mia… you shouldn’t be looking at me like that.” “Like what?” she asked innocently, stepping just inside the threshold of his doorway. “Like I appreciate a beautiful man who’s been kind to me for years?” He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You’re eighteen. You’re my daughter’s best friend. This… whatever you think is happening here… it can’t.”

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“I know. And he was a condescending dick who told you stories were a waste of time and youʼd never make it. Screw him. You’ve got more talent in your coffee-stained pajama pants than most published authors.” That makes me smile, reluctantly and hug her. “I miss my coffee-stained pajama pants” She pads my back. “I know.” “I’ll think about it.” “Good. And while you're at it, think about putting me in your book. Hot best friend, amazing taste in men, legs that don’t quit. I’ll take ten percent of royalties.” I nod, but it’s more out of gratitude for her faith than actual belief in myself. I’ll think about it. That’s all I can promise.

“She’s humble too. Alex, tell her about your dad’s investment thing.” He shrugged. “It's boring. My dad runs a small private equity firm. I’m just trying to graduate without him forcing me into it.” He tilted his head. “Mirabel said you’re an orphan? That’s rough. Sorry, that came out blunt. I’m not good at this.” “It’s fine,” I said with a sigh. “It was a long time ago.” “Still.” His expression softened. “If you ever want to talk about it, or not talk about it, I’m around. We can be friends. Mirabel says you’re the strongest person she knows.”

"Oh, the adventures we can have, Becca." I knew very well what he wanted to f*ck me until I couldn't stand. The memory of him promising to do dark and dirty things to me was tantalizing. Perhaps he could tie me up like he promised before… it was something I had seen on porn, but never something I dared try before. "I'm sure you will think of something.... After all, how often do you get this chance?" It was wrong. So wrong on so many levels, but screwing my best friend's dad had been one of the most erotic things I had ever done.

“Why would you,why him?” I swallowed hard . “He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.” Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. “I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.” She hesitated. That pause nearly destroyed me. “I don’t know what to believe,” she cried. I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.

It was almost all the books on my reading wish list. “How did you…” “You left your book search history on my laptop, so… I might have peaked and decided to get you all the ones I could find. You have always been the nerd.” Tears clouded my eyes and I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her. “You are the best. Thank you! I don’t know…” Tears choked my voice and she patted me softly on the back. “No need to be a sad sack of potatoes. You have been an awesome friend to me you also had a hard time on the business trip with my dad. You needed something to cheer you up.”

“Almost. But for now, have your dinner. Skip it, and he might just reconsider those three months.” She was right. If I had any hope of keeping this trip secure, I couldn’t risk Dad’s mood swinging the other way. “Yes, baby. Eat up,” Jacob murmured with a smirk. “Your dad’s unpredictable like that. If that piece of shi—” I shot him a pointed glare, and he stopped short, looking guilty but amused. “Piece of what, Jacob?” “It was just a slip of the tongue,” he chuckled, flashing me an innocent smile. “Really, he’s the sweetest man on earth. Why else would he be my best friend?”

I hope she isn't mad at me for running away without telling her first. My eyes lower to my hands that are clenching my jumpsuit and that is when I realize that I am crushing on my best friend's dad and my Alpha. This is horrible but it is something I have no control over whatsoever. I swallow thickly in embarrassment. This is my father's best friend.

It started as a forbidden thought, I wasn't supposed to crave my best friend’s dad but instead I spent countless nights shamelessly imagining him stripping me bare, sinking his cock into me and devouring every inch of me. ** ** ** ** A few days ago. I was doomed. Shock sliced through my veins as I read the letter that turned my worst fear into reality. Damon's ugly handwriting was scrawled across the white paper I was holding, each word was filled with unimaginable cruelty.