Chapter 83
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Best friend Dad
The morning was peaceful for them both. The birds chirping softly, the trees swaying to the morning breeze and the warmth of the sun kissing the face of a beautiful woman beside him. Despite the smudged makeup on her face that he knew was as a result of last night, he couldn’t help admiring her. He kissed her lightly on the lips and that made her stir awake.
“Good morning, sugar.” His deep voice vibrated through her ears like sweet music.
Cheryl smiled up at him as she responded. “Morning, George p>
“How do you feel?” He asked, genuinely out of concern and she scrunched up her nose in response.
“I feel like I’ve been split in half.” His face fell as he gathered her in his arms.
“I’m so sorry p>
Cheryl laughed in his chest, regretting it almost immediately as the movement reminded her of the ache in between her legs. Considering how they had only had sex once, it was still the best for her. She had reached climax for the first time and this only made her want more p>
Before she could stop herself, she was reaching into his pants for his dick. “Don’t apologize. I loved it.” She started caressing the crown, amused by how it slowly hardened soon as she touched it. But before she could go further, a harsh knock interrupted their sensual moment.
“Dad, can you open up? I need to ask you something.” It was Vanessa.
George hurriedly jumped out of the bed, dragging Cheryl alongside him towards another room that seemed to be the dressing room. After which he firmly shut the door and went to open up for his daughter.
Vanessa was all dressed up in a bright yellow sundress and her hair was worn in a tight bun.
“Hey, Nessa. Where are you going all dressed up p>
She smiled up at him lovingly, a gesture that clawed at his heart as he wondered how she would feel knowing that he was screwing her friend. Fuck it! That sounded a lot worse when put together like that,
“My friends and I will like to go out “ng after breakfast this morning. Is it okay if I tal
George sighed before nodding slowly. “Fine p>
your card p>
She started to leave but then turned around, her face questioning. “I was also wondering. Have you seen Cheryl since last night? I’m actually worried I did something to upset her and she left early p>
He straightened, his lips immediately pursed in a bid to hide his nervousness. “Oh…uh, I…I don’t think I’ve seen her that much. I really didn’t attend the party last night because I was tired. She probably retired to the guest room and is still sleeping p>
Vanessa’s face brightened as she turned towards the guest room. “I should check her there p>
“Nessa!” She paused in her tracks. “You know what? Why don’t you go make some breakfast for me and your friends before you leave p>
She cocked her head to the side, studying her father as if trying to figure out something. George raised a brow and she nodded affirmatively.
“ Sure. Why not? ”
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He knew she always loved to cook which was why he didn’t bother hiring anyone to help. If she wasn’t feeling up to it, he would step up and make any meal for her. Their family was content like that.
When she was gone, he quickly went to the dressing room to see Cheryl sticking to a corner, her eyes widened.
“Is she gone?” He nodded. Her face fell, her lower lip drawn between her teeth. “I hate lying to her. I hate that I have to keep this from her p>
George leaned against the doorframe, his physique making him seem calm and confident with his hair all tousled up and scattered over his forehead.
“You didn’t lie to her. She just doesn’t know it yet. And she can’t know it now because I don’t know if she’s going to understand that I’m sleeping with her friend p>
The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine but she wasn’t ready to back down. Not now. Not soon. So she moved closer to him, a smile curling her lips as she spoke.
“She doesn’t have to know p>
By the time Cheryl would finish dressing up, George and the other guests that stayed the night were already sitting around the dining table. Including Darren. A wave of guilt washed over her as their eyes met.
She took the only empty seat left and it was beside George. As much as she tried to hide it, she couldn’t help but want to reach out and squeeze his biceps as his arms were resting on the table. He was dressed in a short sleeved t- shirt so, she could see the tattoos sprawled on his arms.
She yearned to touch him, run her fingers over his skin and sit on his thighs while riding away. She wanted to get on her knees and bury her face between his balls, filling her mouth with his gigantic rod like a hungry shark. She wanted to feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat until she couldn’t breathe.
“Did you even hear what I said, Cheryl?” Vanessa’s voice managed to cut through her fantasy and when she looked up from her plate, all eyes were fixed on her, including George’s.
She shook her head, stuttering in the process.
“I didn’t quite catch on what you said p>
“Do you want to go shopping with us? Darren and I are willing to pay for everyone. I just thought you’d like to take advantage of that.” Vanessa said cheerily, wiggling her brows excitedly.
Instead, Cheryl chuckled nervously and shook her head.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to stay back, babe. I don’t feel well.” Everyone stopped chattering and for a while, she thought they were going to catch on what she was saying. So, she added. “It’s why I left the party early p>
“And why you woke up late.” Darren chipped in, his tone sympathetic. “Take care of yourself Cheryl.” He stood and walked around to where she was sitting before dropping a light kiss on her temple.
Instintictively, Cheryl glanced up towards George and she could see that it didn’t sit well at all with him. His hand was gripping his fork like he was going to murder someone soon. She immediately muttered a thank you to Darren and accepted a hug from Vanessa before she watched them leave.
They had bought her lie of being unwell and yes, her hunger for George’s dick was enough to make her ill.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.