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LanieAndrew poured us each a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. The glasses were long-stemmed and frosted, and possibly the most decadent stemware I’d ever held. I sipped gratefully and let the earthy flavor tingle on my tongue before swallowing tiny mouthfuls.He set his glass down on the kitchen counter and began collecting all the dishes and scraping the food off of them. As he loaded the dishwasher, I brought in the remaining dishes out on the dining room table.“So,” I said in an effort to cut the silence between us. “How has work been? Busy?”Andrew nodded. “Very. It’s been difficult to have a chance to even get a breath. I’m working on a deal that could potentially pay all my employees for the year.” He licked a bit of sour cream off his thumb after accidentally sticking it in the container while snapping the lid on. “Which would be nice, to say the least. Every other deal for the rest of the year would basically be straight profit.”“Who’s the client? Have you told me about them be
My Father's Best Friend A Revelation in the Bathtub
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My Father's Best Friend Lanie's Stallion
AndrewMe and five of my companions hit the golf course at eight the next morning. It was looking to be a beautiful day, so we passed on the golf carts and walked our clubs to each new tee. Bob was there, dressed in argyle socks, khaki shorts, and a green polo. His golf hat was perched atop his head, and he looked the part of a golfer who had retired to Florida, rather than a man who was playing a friendly game of golf amongst his peers, each of which was probably worth around a billion dollars.I was sick over Lanie leaving, but I didn’t have time to figure out what the fuck the problem was. She was young. Too young for me. Maybe I’d made a torrential mistake giving her a ring. It hurt me to even think it.Damon and Matthew Bryant were there, Damon being the one Bob had pulled in on the deal. Matt was Erica’s boyfriend, Lanie’s best friend. I liked Matthew right off the bat the first time I met him. He insisted on being called Matt, and his sense of humor cut the awkward tension imme
My Father's Best Friend Love Her or Lose Her
AndrewBob was a straight shooter. That was why we were such good friends. “Just a lot on my mind is all.” I hoped he’d leave it. If Lanie were anyone else besides his daughter, I would have been totally open to talking to him about it. But she wasn’t. She was his baby girl, and opening up to him about our relationship felt strange. Weird.“Are you okay?”He was going to push until I said something. So why not go with the truth? If he was willing to ask, I had to assume he could handle my answer, whatever it was. “Honestly?” I asked. “No. I’m starting to get a little worried about my relationship with Lanie.”“Did something happen?”I shrugged. I wasn’t going to tell him his daughter tried to fuck me in the bath last night without a condom, and I’d been the idiot who stopped her. I’d gone to bed with a horrible case of blue balls. I’d have sorted it out if I didn’t think I deserved the pain. “No, not really. But the difference between our ages keeps popping up when I least expect it.
My Father's Best Friend Can I Handle the Truth?
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My Father's Best Friend Girls Trip
LanieErica nodded and fixed her gaze dead ahead on the road. We passed a sign that said Harrison was only fifteen more miles. I waited as Erica took a deep breath and then finally started talking. “You and Andrew are making this whole thing so much harder than it needs to be.”I nodded, and she took that as a sign to keep going.“All a relationship really takes is love, respect, and a willingness and eagerness to make it work. If that’s not there, then there is no point in fucking around and wasting time pursuing something that a few years down the road still won’t be what you want. Do you see where I’m going with this?”Unfortunately, I did.“Andrew is a good guy. You’re a great woman. And I know you both care deeply for each other. That much is super obvious. But neither of you are able to just sit down and come clean with all the things you want to figure out. It sucks, and it’s hard, and it will probably be a rough conversation, but at the end of the day, it will give you all the
My Father's Best Friend Walking In On Them
AndrewMy Monday was busy. All of my time was occupied with making final arrangements regarding the deal with Alex Reid via Lanie’s father. Bob was ecstatic that everything was falling into place, and as I signed my final piece of paperwork and handed it to Robin, I was glad to be done with this stage of the process. It had been time and energy consuming, and I was ready to move on to bigger and better things.But unfortunately, the next thing on my to-do list was not better.Robin had arranged for me to meet Liza for lunch that afternoon for a final review of our numbers and data before closing out the deal. I wasn’t looking forward to it. Chances were high that Liza would attempt to put the moves on me, and I would be forced to make it clear once more that things between us were strictly business.Things got worse for me when I grabbed my jacket from where it hung on the back of my office door before heading out to meet Liza, and I realized my wallet was at home in the back pocket o
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AndrewLiza was waiting for me at a table by the window. She was sipping on a chilled glass of white wine. The glass was sweating, and little beads of water rolled down the side and the stem as it sat on the white tablecloth. She stood up to greet me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. The near dozen sparkly gold bracelets she wore jingled gently, and when we parted, she gave me a red smile and sank back into her seat like a cat on the prowl. She crossed one leg over the other and rested her hand on the base of her wine glass.“Rough afternoon?” she asked.I nodded as I took my seat across from her. “You have no idea.”“Something I can help with, perhaps?”“No.” I shook my head. “Just the joys of having a teenage daughter at home. There’s always a surprise waiting around the corner.”She chuckled, and the waiter appeared to take our orders. I opted for water, which Liza pouted about, and we both ordered our meals, although I was sure I’d only manage to take a few bites. Then we
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