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My Father's Best Friend Is He Too Old?
LanieThe pep rally got underway, and it was impossible to maintain a conversation over the noise. Mr. Winters took a seat a few chairs down from me after he had all the kids engaged and excited, and by the time the event was in full swing, my mind was spinning a mile a minute.All I could think about was Andrew. The ring on my finger felt like it weighed five hundred pounds, and every cell in body screamed for resolution. I couldn’t take all of the tension and not knowing. The unknown had always been the worst for me, and our lack of communication and his willingness to leave me in the dark was getting to me.Not being able to take it anymore, I stood up and left the gym. I walked down the long hall and took a right, where I pressed my back to the lockers and slid down the length of them to sit on the floor.What was I doing?Was I about to make the biggest mistake of my life and marry a man who was not only seventeen years older than me, but also completely willing to neglect me for
My Father's Best Friend Going Home
AndrewNone of the vehicles I owned would accommodate the cast on Raven’s leg or provide the lumbar support she needed for the ride home, so I booked a spacious van with drop-down side steps for her. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at it when it pulled up in front of the exit, and she tried to peer around at me where I stood behind her wheelchair.“Really, Dad? A minivan? Have you lost all your mojo since I’ve been in the hospital?”I rolled my eyes and helped her to her feet. “I was hoping you’d lose some of your attitude along with your movability.”“My attitude is genetic.”“Touché.”She hobbled along beside me to the van. Had this gone down a few months ago when things with her were still rocky, I was sure she never would have leaned on me for support. In fact, I’d bet money that she would have crawled on her belly military style if she had to.The driver came around and pulled open the sliding door. It locked into place, and I half lifted, half slid Raven into the seat in the back
My Father's Best Friend Dinner and Drinks
AndrewWhen Lanie arrived just before five, she let herself in the front door. She and Raven embraced, both of them giggling shyly and poking light fun at each other. Then she came to me and wrapped one arm around my waist. She rested her cheek on my chest for the briefest moment and looked up at me. I bent to give her a kiss. It was a brief one, but it was sweet nonetheless, and I could taste the lingering flavor of her cherry chapstick on my lips when she bustled into the kitchen, carrying the bags she refused to give me when I tried to take them from her.Raven hobbled after her, and I came in last.Lanie set everything out on the counter.“What are we making?” Raven asked, leaning up on the counter so she didn’t have to put weight on her bad leg.“Tacos.” Lanie grinned.Raven clapped her hands together and looked up at me. “We haven’t had tacos in ages!”“Because they’re a little—” I paused, catching the way Lanie looked over at me. “A little meal.”Lanie arched her eyebrow, but a
My Father's Best Friend Please Stay
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
LanieWe went to the tub, and he held my hand as I stepped over the edge, plunging my feet into the silky hot water. The bubble bath was decadent. I sank down and drew my knees up to my chest. The water enveloped me up to my shoulders, and the tiny bubbles popped against my skin. Andrew joined me beneath the water and encouraged me to turn around. I put my back to him, and he spread his legs and pulled me between them. Then his hands were at the base of my neck, and he was massaging muscles I hadn’t realized were in desperate need of release.“This is nice,” I whispered. The hardness of his erection in the small of my back was also pleasant. A reminder that he was as desperately attracted to me as I was to him. It was, at most times, completely intoxicating.His fingers worked down my spine to massage all of my back and my hips. After a few minutes, he reached around to cup my breasts and pulled me back against his chest. We sank deeper into the water until just my chin was above the
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?
LanieMy eyes were puffy from crying all night long. My sinuses were completely plugged, and I looked like I needed to down an entire bottle of Benadryl. But that wouldn’t cure the sadness that had taken over my body.I’d settle for a bottle of tequila to fix that.As I was rolling out of bed to fetch my second toilet paper roll to use as a Kleenex, my doorbell rang. I sighed, already exasperated, and padded barefoot down the hall to the front door. I was wearing my pink fleece robe and nothing else, and I didn’t much care who was about to lay eyes upon me and my disastrous state.When I opened the door, Erica blew in past me. If she noticed how horrible I looked, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she marched straight to my bedroom where I found her pulling my suitcase out of my closet and stuffing it with panties, bras, and other items.“What are you doing?” I asked as I sank down on the edge of my bed.She didn’t even look at me. “Girls’ weekend. We need to get your mind off of what
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