All Chapters of Tempted by My Brother's Best Friend (Age Gap Romance): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

5 - Yes, Mister James?MiaHis voice rang through the class of twenty teenagers, grabbing our attention and making me squirm in my seat. I tugged at the tie that felt too tight around my neck, trying not to ogle at his tall, broad-shouldered frame. He looked delicious in a fitted crisp white shirt and pants. His shoes were so shiny I wondered if he took an extra hour to polish them. Nah, must have gotten someone else to do it.But what stood out the most were his glasses. Black frame that perched on his strong nose as his eyes glimmered through them, making me squirm in my seat.I swallowed the lump in my throat when he answered a small question from a girl, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his elbow. Fuck, his arms. His hands. The watch that I had gifted him glinted in the light streaming in through the open windows. “Why does his name sound like a porn star?” a guy behind me whispered, and I had to bite the insides of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. Thank god, I wasn’t

7 - I Will Reward YouMia“Do you want me to address you as Mister James?”I didn’t know what came over me to ask that question, but I wanted to know. I’ve addressed him as James since we’ve met, and I enjoyed calling him by his first name. Would he like that? Me addressing him as one of his students?His blue eyes flickered to me. The shadows from the car and the rainy weather made them seemed dark, almost black. I clasped my hands together in my lap, feeling the dampness of my skirt, and squirmed under his heated gaze. It burned me. His eyes noticed the movement, and I held my breath, waiting for his answer. He looked back at the road and answered in a low, gruff voice, “Call me whatever you want, Mia.” “Whatever I want?” He didn’t reply. I pressed. “I’ll call you James. But in school, I’ll call you Mister James.”He still didn’t reply. I wanted to look at his face and try to find out what he was thinking, but he didn’t turn to face me. Instead, he kept driving, his knuckles tur

9 - Is it Hard Enough?JamesI wanted her to shake her head and call me her daddy again. It was fucked up, but I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her cute little ass until she begs me to touch her. Especially when she kept looking at me with her wide doe eyes like an innocent vixen. As if her white little panties weren’t wet. Fuck. Get a hold on yourself. The trill of my phone alarm made me pull away from her. I ignored the way I missed her warmth and cherry scent and turned off the alarm. It was a reminder to reach Clyde’s home for dinner. Dinner with a naughty little vixen. And my friend who’s her father. Well, dinner was going to be hard. Literally. “Let’s go home.”Thankfully, Mia said nothing the whole ride home. Unfortunately, it made the tension between us increase and I had to force my hands on the steering wheel because she kept squirming in the seat. Her fingers curled tightly over her school skirt, and it was a good reminder for my self-control. Not only she

11 - Yes, DaddyJames“Will you let me fuck you, Mia? If I make you cum like the good girl you are, hm?”Say no. Please. For the sake of my sanity, pull away, slap me, curse me, do anything but agree. “Y-yes,” Mia whispered, her hazel-green eyes dilated and hazy as she answered, “Yes, Daddy.”Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Any of it. I was supposed to bid her goodnight, drive back to a penthouse that’s too big for me, fuck my fist until I spilled all over my stomach and sleep alone on a cold bed then wake up next morning with guilty conscience while dressing up for school. But I’m a sinner through and through. Like father, like son. I brushed my thumb over her plump bottom lip and demanded, “Say it again, Princess.”“Yes, Daddy.” “No,” I tsked. “Tell me what filthy things I’ll do to you if I make you cum.”“I…” She took a shuddering breath and squirmed. Fuck me. Her nipples were hard and slicing through the thin top she was wearing, and I’d sever my own fuckin

13 - Bring a SwimsuitJames“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” I asked, trying to rein in the anger and guilt that I felt. “You could’ve told me.”Clyde didn’t look at me. “I didn’t tell anyone because no one was supposed to know.”“Clyde,” I said, sitting down on the chair and facing him. “I can help—”“No,” he answered, finally meeting my eyes. “No, James. You’ve done enough for my family and I can’t—I won’t accept it now. I’ll go back to work as soon as I get out of this damn hospital and it’ll be alright.”I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair. It was a mess. “I take it Mia doesn’t know that her tuition fees for the next semester aren’t paid yet and her father is paying off his debt, so you can’t pay for your own medications.” I glanced around the room and said dryly, “Or the hospital bill.”Clyde sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. He looked tired and exhausted. At least he was alive. I should be thankful for that. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Promis