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ASTRID “Well, have you thought about what I said, Jordan?” Dad asks and casts me an appraising glance.Jordan studies me as though seeing me for the first time, and then he retreats his gaze, fixing it on my father.“We’re not hiring right now, and you know how it is. We can’t bring in a new person at this critical moment.”“But she’ll be an asset to your company. Have you seen her work? She’s efficient.”“She’s your daughter. Of course, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’ve heard about her, and I must say,” He casts me a grin, “I’m impressed.”Perplexed, I cock my head at the two men, glancing at them simultaneously. “What are you both talking about like I’m not here?”“You father suggested I employ your services in my company.”Understanding hit me like a softball sailing over a home plate. Dad never mentioned anything like that to me. “But I’m working, and I don’t remember complaining to anyone about my job.”“That man overworks you. You need to be in a space where your w
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JORDANExhilaration fills me as the car pulls to a stop in front of the tall building. I heave a breath, hoping it’d be enough to relax me, enough to take in the scenery and decide on my next stepI have absolutely no idea why I texted Astrid. She has such a fierce hold on me that even when I tend to get myself into being logical, I always succumb to the one I strive to avoid that is being with her.Dinner didn’t turn out as I had hoped. I anticipated a lively evening filled with laughter, banter, and catching up on everything I’ve missed. A part of me had assumed she would be happy to see that I was putting in effort into moving on from what we had.I was wrong. Very wrong. The moment she spotted Fernanda, her eyes hardened, and her composure was stiff. If there’s one thing I’ve come to know about her, it’s the fact that she doesn’t back down from anything. No matter what it is.Putting the car in the park, I take a quick glance around. It’s 11:56. A few minutes to midnight, and I’m
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JORDAN “My bedroom? Hmm, interesting.” Her lips twist into a cynical smile. She twirls her glass, making the drink slosh.I know I’m making a fucking mistake and I should flee looking the other way but I can’t do that. I can’t focus when she is not near, and when she is near, her warmth is everything I think about.Why do I need to spend another night with her? Why can’t I walk away from her and bury what happened between us in the past? It should be easy to forget about her, right? So why can’t I fucking do that?Why am I here?Because there was more to that night than just a steamy encounter between two consenting adults.True. Even now, the truth is shimmering like an invisible force, pulling me towards her.Chemistry.Electric, fiery chemistry that snaps the air taut and makes my body throb in a vicious response. What is it about Astrid that stirs me and makes me want to relinquish every fiber of control to her?She let the wine spill from her lips, trailing down her chin. She da
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JORDAN “Get on your knees, Astrid.”She hops down from the cabinet and kneels on the floor, looking like a goddess. I devour her with my eyes, imprinting every detail of her into my mind; long legs, slender curvy body, round ass and full rosy breast with perky nipples. Her chest rises and falls with every breath, and her eyes train on me.With one hand, I cup her chin, bringing her mouth close to my cock.“Now, I want you to suck my cock and make it clean and hard. Can you do that?” Instead of answering, she strokes my balls as her small mouth wraps around the crown, licking the pre-cum, her eyes locked to mine. “Fuck, Sweetness. Your lips were made for me.”“I’ve always wanted to do this.” She swirls her tongue around the crown, dipping her tongue on the little slit on my cock.“You’ve never sucked a cock before?” she shakes her head. “But I’ve been practicing doing it with bananas.” I want to ask her why she never did it with her ex but I don’t see the need.A strange feeling of
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ASTRID A lazy smile tugs on my lips as I stretch my body, feeling every delicious ache from last night and the early hours of this morning. My muscles are pleasantly sore, a reminder of the intense passion Jordan and I shared.My cunt is so sore. Warmth blooms in my chest as I recall the way he kissed and fuck me so hard that I scream.I reach out a hand to his side of the bed, expecting to find him and snuggle into his warmth, but…empty sheets. I open my eyes but close them again due to the sunlight filtering through the room. I slowly, open my eyes again, squinting, trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning light.I run my hand over where he slept, but it’s cold as if he left a long time ago. I sit up, all the sleep vanishing from my eyelids.Not again!My heart thunders in my chest as dread engulfs me, creeping through me like a slow poison. The emptiness blooms within me, spreading rapidly until I feel hollow.He’s gone.I feel my heart splinter.It’s happening again. I c
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ASTRID “Club? You?” Lily's brows furrowed in disbelief as if I’d asked her to fly to the moon with me.“Astrid, this is unbelievable. You hate clubs. Tell me why you are here.” I roll my eyes regretting why I came here. It has been a fucking miserable five days since Jordan disappeared from my apartment after fucking me silly yet I can’t stop thinking about him.I can’t even focus on my work. I’ve tried everything possible but it’s not working. I would have gone for therapy but I think that would be too extreme. No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about Jordan. It’s like he’s stuck in my head.Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Every time I try to distract myself, I hear his voice and feel his touch. It’s driving me insane.I haven’t slept well in the past five days. I become jittery and a bit neurotic when I don’t sleep. I’ve tried everything possible to move on from what happened between Jordan and me, but my mind is stuck in a different type of loop that I can’t escape.
Last Updated : 2025-04-15Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 36
JORDANFuck, fuck, fuck!It’s been five horrible days since I left Astrid, but the wildfire that’s erupting inside me isn’t close to dying out.I slammed my fist into the punch bag, reveling in the sharp burst of pain that jolted up my arm. My muscles burn and sweat drips down my forehead into my eyes, blurring my vision, but I don’t stop. The smell of sweat and violence stains the air. This is the one place I allow myself to unleash the anger I keep under careful wraps in all other areas of my life –the gym.This was the only remedy for coping with the death of my wife was working out in the gym. It was my catharsis, my sanctuary. But I can’t say the same now. I pound into the mannequin with a force that shakes my entire body. Each punch lands with a dull thud, and I hit harder, trying to beat the thought out of my head. But no matter how hard I punch this mannequin, it’s not enough to drown out the regret that’s gnawing at me.I’ve been at this gym every day since that night, trying
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ASTRIDTonight, I’m going to desensitize myself from every form of Jordan’s grip.I’m going to fuck someone.I don’t care who.I don’t care where.I’m just going to do it.“To get over one man, you have to fuck another” That’s what Lily said on the night I fucked Jordan and tonight I’m going to repeat it again. I’m going to fuck someone else.I’m done being a daddy-good girl. Tonight, I’m a bitch.Tonight I’m dressed to kill. My dress is the epitome of provocative. It’s a deep crimson, clinging to every curve of my body. The neckline plunges daringly low, revealing enough cleavage to drive any man wild, while the back dips down to my spine. The hem of the dress falls amply to mid-thigh.Oh, I’m not wearing panties. A wicked smile tugs at my lips at the way I feel. I feel so sexy, daring, and powerful.Fuck, Tristan.Fuck Jordan.Tonight, I’m not just a woman, but a weapon.“So you’re really going for it tonight huh?” Lily asks just as we pull into the club. I smirk, opening my door.
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ASTRIDTonight, I’m going to desensitize myself from every form of Jordan’s grip.I’m going to fuck someone.I don’t care who.I don’t care where.I’m just going to do it.“To get over one man, you have to fuck another” That’s what Lily said on the night I fucked Jordan and tonight I’m going to repeat it again. I’m going to fuck someone else.I’m done being a daddy-good girl. Tonight, I’m a bitch.Tonight I’m dressed to kill. My dress is the epitome of provocative. It’s a deep crimson, clinging to every curve of my body. The neckline plunges daringly low, revealing enough cleavage to drive any man wild, while the back dips down to my spine. The hem of the dress falls amply to mid-thigh.Oh, I’m not wearing panties. A wicked smile tugs at my lips at the way I feel. I feel so sexy, daring, and powerful.Fuck, Tristan.Fuck Jordan.Tonight, I’m not just a woman, but a weapon.“So you’re really going for it tonight huh?” Lily asks just as we pull into the club. I smirk, opening my door.
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JORDANFuck, fuck, fuck!It’s been five horrible days since I left Astrid, but the wildfire that’s erupting inside me isn’t close to dying out.I slammed my fist into the punch bag, reveling in the sharp burst of pain that jolted up my arm. My muscles burn and sweat drips down my forehead into my eyes, blurring my vision, but I don’t stop. The smell of sweat and violence stains the air. This is the one place I allow myself to unleash the anger I keep under careful wraps in all other areas of my life –the gym.This was the only remedy for coping with the death of my wife was working out in the gym. It was my catharsis, my sanctuary. But I can’t say the same now. I pound into the mannequin with a force that shakes my entire body. Each punch lands with a dull thud, and I hit harder, trying to beat the thought out of my head. But no matter how hard I punch this mannequin, it’s not enough to drown out the regret that’s gnawing at me.I’ve been at this gym every day since that night, trying
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 35
ASTRID “Club? You?” Lily's brows furrowed in disbelief as if I’d asked her to fly to the moon with me.“Astrid, this is unbelievable. You hate clubs. Tell me why you are here.” I roll my eyes regretting why I came here. It has been a fucking miserable five days since Jordan disappeared from my apartment after fucking me silly yet I can’t stop thinking about him.I can’t even focus on my work. I’ve tried everything possible but it’s not working. I would have gone for therapy but I think that would be too extreme. No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about Jordan. It’s like he’s stuck in my head.Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Every time I try to distract myself, I hear his voice and feel his touch. It’s driving me insane.I haven’t slept well in the past five days. I become jittery and a bit neurotic when I don’t sleep. I’ve tried everything possible to move on from what happened between Jordan and me, but my mind is stuck in a different type of loop that I can’t escape.
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 34
ASTRID A lazy smile tugs on my lips as I stretch my body, feeling every delicious ache from last night and the early hours of this morning. My muscles are pleasantly sore, a reminder of the intense passion Jordan and I shared.My cunt is so sore. Warmth blooms in my chest as I recall the way he kissed and fuck me so hard that I scream.I reach out a hand to his side of the bed, expecting to find him and snuggle into his warmth, but…empty sheets. I open my eyes but close them again due to the sunlight filtering through the room. I slowly, open my eyes again, squinting, trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning light.I run my hand over where he slept, but it’s cold as if he left a long time ago. I sit up, all the sleep vanishing from my eyelids.Not again!My heart thunders in my chest as dread engulfs me, creeping through me like a slow poison. The emptiness blooms within me, spreading rapidly until I feel hollow.He’s gone.I feel my heart splinter.It’s happening again. I c
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 33
JORDAN “Get on your knees, Astrid.”She hops down from the cabinet and kneels on the floor, looking like a goddess. I devour her with my eyes, imprinting every detail of her into my mind; long legs, slender curvy body, round ass and full rosy breast with perky nipples. Her chest rises and falls with every breath, and her eyes train on me.With one hand, I cup her chin, bringing her mouth close to my cock.“Now, I want you to suck my cock and make it clean and hard. Can you do that?” Instead of answering, she strokes my balls as her small mouth wraps around the crown, licking the pre-cum, her eyes locked to mine. “Fuck, Sweetness. Your lips were made for me.”“I’ve always wanted to do this.” She swirls her tongue around the crown, dipping her tongue on the little slit on my cock.“You’ve never sucked a cock before?” she shakes her head. “But I’ve been practicing doing it with bananas.” I want to ask her why she never did it with her ex but I don’t see the need.A strange feeling of
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 32
JORDAN “My bedroom? Hmm, interesting.” Her lips twist into a cynical smile. She twirls her glass, making the drink slosh.I know I’m making a fucking mistake and I should flee looking the other way but I can’t do that. I can’t focus when she is not near, and when she is near, her warmth is everything I think about.Why do I need to spend another night with her? Why can’t I walk away from her and bury what happened between us in the past? It should be easy to forget about her, right? So why can’t I fucking do that?Why am I here?Because there was more to that night than just a steamy encounter between two consenting adults.True. Even now, the truth is shimmering like an invisible force, pulling me towards her.Chemistry.Electric, fiery chemistry that snaps the air taut and makes my body throb in a vicious response. What is it about Astrid that stirs me and makes me want to relinquish every fiber of control to her?She let the wine spill from her lips, trailing down her chin. She da
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 31
JORDANExhilaration fills me as the car pulls to a stop in front of the tall building. I heave a breath, hoping it’d be enough to relax me, enough to take in the scenery and decide on my next stepI have absolutely no idea why I texted Astrid. She has such a fierce hold on me that even when I tend to get myself into being logical, I always succumb to the one I strive to avoid that is being with her.Dinner didn’t turn out as I had hoped. I anticipated a lively evening filled with laughter, banter, and catching up on everything I’ve missed. A part of me had assumed she would be happy to see that I was putting in effort into moving on from what we had.I was wrong. Very wrong. The moment she spotted Fernanda, her eyes hardened, and her composure was stiff. If there’s one thing I’ve come to know about her, it’s the fact that she doesn’t back down from anything. No matter what it is.Putting the car in the park, I take a quick glance around. It’s 11:56. A few minutes to midnight, and I’m
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 30
ASTRID “Well, have you thought about what I said, Jordan?” Dad asks and casts me an appraising glance.Jordan studies me as though seeing me for the first time, and then he retreats his gaze, fixing it on my father.“We’re not hiring right now, and you know how it is. We can’t bring in a new person at this critical moment.”“But she’ll be an asset to your company. Have you seen her work? She’s efficient.”“She’s your daughter. Of course, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’ve heard about her, and I must say,” He casts me a grin, “I’m impressed.”Perplexed, I cock my head at the two men, glancing at them simultaneously. “What are you both talking about like I’m not here?”“You father suggested I employ your services in my company.”Understanding hit me like a softball sailing over a home plate. Dad never mentioned anything like that to me. “But I’m working, and I don’t remember complaining to anyone about my job.”“That man overworks you. You need to be in a space where your w
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 29
ASTRID Jordan’s eyes sneak up to mine as I navigate the tables towards them. Behind me is a woman in a white shirt and maroon colored pants. She’s chatting, asking me about my day and stuff I don’t care to focus on as my entire attention is on the dark-haired man sucking a straw, his lips twisting in a smirk.Dad shoots up from his chair as I draw closer to the table. He comes around the table and pulls out a chair for me.“Hi, Dad. How long have you been waiting?”He engulfs me in a warm hug, and I hear him inhale slowly. I relax into him, placing my head on his shoulder. Then, he moves away and gestures at the table. That’s when I noticed the woman leaning her chin on Jordan’s shoulder and peering into his phone.She raises her head as if she can feel my stare and tosses me a charming grin. My nerves coil, and I ball my fist, digging my sharp fingers into my skin.What the hell was Jordan thinking bringing another woman to our date?I thought Dad said it was going to be just us?“T
