All Chapters of Filthy Desires: A Dad's Best Friend Story: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next Friday rolled around quicker than I would have liked and the thought of being locked in the same place with my co-workers for another night was exhausting. The only good thing was that this time, we were asked to dress casual. The bad news was that we were not told anything about where we were going. We were simply given directions and a time.I arrived five minutes before six and found that there were only two other people there. The person in charge of the event was one of the nicer workers. I had never spoken to him before but he never gave me shit for being my father’s daughter. If I was being honest, I didn’t even know his name.When I arrived, he just gave me a blue tag and asked me to stand in one corner. The only other people there were Jenna and another paralegal but they had different colored tags. It wasn’t until six thirty that everyone else arrived and I soon realized that we were being split up into three groups. I cursed when I realized that both Charles and Gr

I loved talking to Jake because he always listened. It didn’t matter what I was talking to him about, he would stare at my lips the entire time as if he were hanging onto my every word. I wasn’t used to getting that kind of attention from men. Maybe it was the men I dated, or maybe it was the fact that he was older, but he seemed more interested in what I had to say. It seemed pathetic on hindsight but it was one of the most endearing things about him.“Where did you go just now?” he asked tapping the side of my head and I shrugged. We had moved from the living room and I was sitting on the counter while he made me something to eat. I made the mistake of mentioning that I didn’t have anything for dinner and he immediately sprung into action.He was so attentive and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was still single. I vaguely remembered my father saying something about him having a bitch ex wife but I never probed because I never wanted to draw attention to my crush on him. I wanted t

We went out for dinner and somehow, I ended up seated next to Jake. I knew grandma had a hand in it because I was meant to be seated next to dad but she had jumped in at the last minute. We tried to keep our hands to ourselves for the most part but whenever no one was paying attention, he would slide his hands up my thighs.Halfway during lunch, someone walked up to our table and I barely repressed a groan. I didn’t know if the world was against me or something because it made no sense that Charles would have somehow been at the exact same restaurant that we were. Dad smiled up at him while I tried my best not to stab him in the eye with a fork.“Mr. Davis,” Charles said flashing his brightest smile. “I didn’t realize I would be seeing you here.” He turned to my grandmother and gave her a wide smile. “I presume you must be Mrs. Davis, it is an honor to meet you.”Grandma chuckled. “Who is this young gentleman?”I snorted before I could stop myself and all eyes turned to me. I could fe

I should have expected that my dad would hear about the flowers. They were sent to me while at work after all. Still, it was a surprise when work was over and he came to my door with his bags. We rarely ever went home at the same time, but I could see a determination in his eyes as he stood in my doorway.“I’ve been working too hard,” he began and I hummed immediately knowing there was something else coming. He had always worked too hard, it had never been a problem before. “I was thinking it would be best if we went home together for some father-daughter bonding. What do you say?”I crossed my arms over my chest. “We came in two different cars.”“I can always ask the driver to take yours home, or mine. It doesn’t matter, we can always choose a car, right?” the fact that he was stumbling over his words was amusing. “This wouldn’t be a problem if you allowed me get you a driver like I wanted.”I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t peg you as a coward, dad. Why don’t you tell me what this is real

I took a good look around his office and in all honesty, it was exactly what I expected. Every inch of it was tiled and the glass was one way so he could see outside but no one could see in. He had a hand carved table with his documents arranged in a neat pile on top of it. There was a couch and to the left were his bookshelves, there were two of them and they were filled to the brim. To the right however was a large and open balcony.“Do you often stand there and try to assert your dominance over the entire of New York?” I asked suddenly and he turned to me with scrunched brows. “It only makes sense. Why else would you want a balcony overlooking the city if not to remind yourself that you are above them?”“Maybe I just liked the view?” he offered and I shrugged innocently. I took his seat leaving him to stand by the door and watch me. His eyes were dark and I could have sworn I knew exactly what he was thinking about.“Dad said-”“Do not talk about your dad when you are in my office