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I asked softly. It was as though he battled to hold back his next words but he just spat it out. "The way you make me feel." He said. My blood froze as his hands touched mine but slowly it slipped down. I slowly jerked up, spreading my legs for him to inch closer and he did. "It's so..." His heated breathes slapped me in the face. "So so wrong" He added. "You're my best friend's daughter" And that was as much admittance that I could get. Admittance that I wasn't losing my mind.

But we both knew what really happened. I just hope to hear from you, dad. With love, Richard Conrad. ~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Bestfriend’s Sister”

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.

"Can Dad come to my birthday party?" Dad. Not Sam. Dad. "Of course, baby," I called back. "He'll be there." I walked to my laptop and opened my manuscript. The romance novel about second chances and new beginnings and learning to love again. If only real life was as simple as fiction. If only I could write myself a happy ending that didn't feel like a betrayal of everything I'd lost.

I rinsed the cup in my hand and stared at him. “What about her, Dad?” “She thought I was behind the fire because she had the lighter,” he explained. “I saw her following me, and honestly, I can’t blame her. She was just being cautious.” He sighed. “She apologized, and I have nothing against her. I really don’t. But I can see she’s about to collapse because of the panic, and it’s making me uncomfortable because now I look like the bad guy.” I paused, then laughed softly. “Wow,” I said. “My best friend really thought she could become a detective?”

Needed to be alone. Once l left the office l drove aimlessly on the road . I don't have a driver because l hate them. Mr. Gavin's driver was bought by money and disappeared. I thought it was because he was killed or something but the bastard run away and his family.l sighed and then smiled to myself weakly. People are wicked. Am ain't a Saint myself. I once betrayed my best friend and boyfriend when l fell in love with their dad. Mr. Gavin also died because of a best friend . So you should trust the so called best friends on your own risk. Humans now days are very egocentric that you have to question where is there fear for God and the laws.

"Please, Mum, help me explain that I've accepted his offer. You've already told me he's not the reason why you don't want to look for my dad. Please, help me." "Okay, I'll get back to you later and let you know his reaction." "Okay, Mum. I missed you." "I missed you too, my darling. But your friend Ava has been taking up most of your time." I laughed at her comment, only if she had known that it was my best friend's dad that was taking my precious. ************ Author's pov

But best thing I like about myself is that I am a writer on wattpad. My mom's biggest tension is how she will marry me off. I write stories but the truth is that I write about my dreams and then finish it in a perfect story. Except few of my close friends no one knows that I am a writer. Well talking about my friends I have many friends thanks to my blabbering nature but my best friend is kshitija. I met her when I began writing. She’s also a writer like me. Well the reason is we became friends is that she also has the same problem like me. She also dreamt some similar things from her childhood that she moulded them into novels. And just like that we became best friends.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

"I have a luncheon at one, and the traffic downtown is unbearable." Robert, my father’s lifelong attorney, sighed and adjusted his reading glasses. He looked tired. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and hesitation. "Saskia, are you ready?" I nodded, gripping the edge of my seat. My thighs still slightly ached from the night before, a constant, physical reminder of the mistake I had made in that dark VIP room. My mind kept drifting back to the scent of tobacco and leather, but I forced myself to focus. Today was about my freedom. "Yes, Robert. Please read it."