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What would it hurt to try more options? Who knows? It could help with the aching feeling in my chest whenever I saw my best friend’s father…

best friend had been doing with a container of whipped cream and a strawberry in our kitchen under an hour ago, she would be utterly horrified. Emily: But seriously, Dad... seeing how desperate my friends' moms are to get your number made me think. You really need to start going out more. You’ve been single for way too long, and you spend 90% of your weekends buried in those stupid financial reports. You deserve to find someone and have a life outside of work and me. Especially now that I’m graduating soon.

I am Claudia, and I am nineteen years old. After failing our college entrance exams, my best friend, Grace Cole, and I decided to repeat a year. We faced great pressure, and we came from single-parent families. Our fathers resigned from their jobs and took turns earning money so that they could take care of us. It was not easy studying in another state, so the four of us moved into a rental apartment with two rooms and one living room. We were so close that I called Grace’s father “Dad,” and Grace called my father “Papa.”

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

he asked flatly. “No,” I said way too quickly. Austin choked back a laugh, and I gave him a quick death glare. My dad walked over, looking at the flowers, but didn't say anything. He just raised an eyebrow. “From a client?” he asked. “No,” I muttered. “Then who?” I opened my mouth, trying to figure out a non-awkward way to say ‘Your best friend and business partner who I may or may not be falling in love with sent it to me’ but nothing came out. Hell, I'm not about to say that.

To anyone who’s been here from the beginning: thank you for growing with me. To anyone who just joined along the way: welcome, and I’m so glad you found this story. Please don’t forget to share your thoughts in the comments below. Looking forward :) Also! Please don’t forget to check out my newly signed book; OFF LIMITS: My Best Friend’s Father. I promise y’all would love it! Thanks once again. See you in my next book! ;)

"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!

Dear readers, this is my second book on this platform and I must say I am grateful to be a writer on this platform but unfortunately I am not very confident in my writing nowadays. I request that for everyone who has gotten this far in my book should please review and rate this book and tell me your honest opinion. I plan on submitting this book for Goodnovel's 2020 contest and I want to know which is better. Thank you so much. The days I spent in my father's house was thirty days and I was grateful I did. The household was secretly in a mess that I had to put everything to order especially with father.