Falling For My Dad's Best Friend

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ly evident in his piercing gray eyes, blended with his voice, making him sound incredibly attractive. It ignited a

rbidden. Not only was he someone I shouldn't be involved

ything other than sympa

be here. In a hotel r

not to tell h

ched off the lights, all the complications of our situation faded

adjust to the enveloping darkness, I was taken aback by the fact that my heart

sperately needed to know if he was still there or if this was just som

hear the soft sound of hi

d my wrist. The unexpected intimacy made my chest tighten, and I felt my kne

ing my ginger hair over my right shoulder. A surge of electricity ran through me as I felt his

thless I had become even before he had laid a proper hand on me. His voice

become so vulnerab

t was the last thing she did before finding peace in some h

ly trailing down my shoulder, leaving a scorching pat

owed hard, and allowed him to guide me by gripping my

e

ing seconds, leaving a trail of burning sensation and fireworks behind my closed eyes. He swiftly turned me around to face him, his fingers gently curling over

ng for something? Did he know my true identity and want to spare me any embarrassment? My body tensed, and my

a physical relationship with h

igher standards. Way higher. He was not the kind of man who would engage in or condone anything unethical. He had proven his sincerity to me and the rest of the

eing poor was more complicated than it seemed. Even though my family had limited funds and couldn't afford frivolous expenses, w

ould repay it with interest. The jury is still out on that one. Meanwhile, my mother spent a significant sum on ridiculous lottery tickets, and my younger brother Max used his share to throw a lavish b

ituation, as I

the only one wit

ident in his eyes, those piercing gray eyes that held sadness and quietness. Until now, he had maintained the facade of a fo

and I saw the mask slipping away. Perhaps it was the darkness that made him feel secure, giving him the confidence to reveal his true self witho

ween us, his hands gently finding their way around my petite waist, attempting to sooth

eny that

ed how close his mouth was to my forehead, how easily I could reac

his tone and demeanor suggested that this was a first for him as well. It was the first time he had sought a casual encounter with no strings attached

chin, playing the role of Sonia, the escort from a well-known service. I didn't know what else t

t shook me to my core. "I just... want to forget," he took a deep breath and let out a h

doing. Quoting the lines

real world. I can show yo

client. But then again, the world is a strange place, and while those two mundane lines were skipped over by countless clie

back facing the camera, and assumed, well, maybe she doesn't have a

show it off, why wou

counter. It's astonishing. And for the most part, I was fine with it as

. "Or at least I can try, if you allow me," I whispered in a seductive tone. As Sonia, the alluring persona I portrayed, boldness was always

earned for something new, something captivating that would divert his mind from the surrounding madness. He desired respite from his grief

bones like calcium. Reminding myself once again that he was solely a client, all I had to do

cour

shirt instead, taking a deep breath to gather myself for the next cour

ent, I nearly stumbled, but his strong arms prevented me from crashing into him. The bulge in his trousers indicated once more that he w

e

shirt, shoes, and pants. I kissed his collarbone and ran my fingers over the contours of his well-defined chest. The excitement that surged through my body lifted me up like a k

tongue flicked over his lower area. It caused a surge of pleasure in me and made the hairs on the back of my neck stan

cked up my clothes from the floor, quickly getting dressed

given me the money

, cautiously unlocking it. My heart tightened when I saw h

s bea

o the doorknob tightly, and without even realizing it, my le

r, allowing my racing heart to gradually calm down. It was only t