All Chapters of FALLING FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[AVA] "Seriously, Mom? Can you please stop?" I groaned, feeling exasperated yet again. However, her relentless attempts to tame my unruly frizzy hair made me push her hands away and step back. "What's the matter?" she snapped, trying to keep her voice low but clearly irritated. "I'm just trying to help you. What's wrong with that?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if she had reached her limit with my childish behavior. "Tonight is a big opportunity for you. What did you do with the money I gave you to go to the salon and get ready? Don't tell me you wasted it on books or other academic stuff," she huffed. "Didn't I emphasize how important this party is, Ava? Why don't you listen to me anymore?" I let out a frustrated sigh. In simple terms, my mother was trying to set me up with a wealthy guy so that our lives could become a little less miserable, at least temporarily. While I tried to understand her desperation, considering our difficult circumstances, it didn't mean I co

[AVA] “Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” I deadpanned, giving a slight eye roll as Sean rushed to open the car door for me. It was only yesterday when I saved his ass from his asshole friends, secretly hoping we wouldn't run into each other anytime soon. We made a deal to keep each other's secrets, a win-win situation. But now, the first thing I see from my tiny room's window is his flashy car pulling up near my awful apartment. I had no clue what he was up to or trying to prove, but I hurried downstairs as fast as I could before my parents or nosy neighbors caught sight of him. I needed to find out what the heck was going on. I was still in my pajamas, wearing a too-small t-shirt that barely contained my assets. But I couldn't care less because Sean showing up at the wrong time in the wrong place put my entire future at risk. If our family business hadn't gone bankrupt and we were still living in our fancy fourteen-bedroom mansion, things would be so different. Nobody cared

[AVA] In a matter of seconds, he swiftly positioned me on all fours beside him. The air between us crackled with gasps as he hiked up my skirt, exposing the back of my thighs and ass cheeks to the cool air. I gripped a nearby throw pillow, bracing myself with my elbows, desperately trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when he crouched behind me and delivered a firm spanking. "Brian!" he reminded me, making it clear that I had somehow earned this punishment for not speaking appropriately. "Brian," I corrected myself, and I heard him inhale sharply. "Fuck me, Brian. I need you inside me. I need you so badly." I whimpered, biting down on my lower lip, savoring the sensation of his erection pressing against my backside. During our first encounter, he had relentlessly fucked me until we were both spent, only using his fingers to explore my other opening. I wondered if he had any intentions of venturing into that territory tonight. I wondered if he had imagined his sizable cock thrus

[AVA] "It's your first day and you're already running late," Sean playfully teased, parking the car in front of the imposing glass building. He turned off the engine and glanced at me. "I'll have to teach you how to set an alarm, huh?" I rolled my eyes, feeling exhausted from the events of the previous night. His attempt at mockery wasn't amusing me in the slightest. To make matters worse, my dad insisted that I start working at Brian's company as soon as possible. I had a suspicion that my mom had something to do with his sudden change of heart. Dad wasn't the type to force me into anything or resort to manipulation. Despite the accusations from the shareholders of our now-defunct company, my dad was always straightforward and humble. Throughout my life, I had never heard him raise his voice at anyone. He maintained a calm and grounded demeanor, which allowed my mom and brother to take advantage of his kindness without feeling any guilt. Even when our business was drowning in loss

[AVA] I couldn't remember the last time I had sweated so profusely. There were visible sweat stains under my arms, and I silently thanked myself for choosing a black office shirt on my first day. The thought of enduring stares if anyone noticed my nervousness was unbearable. By reacting this way, I was practically giving Brian a reason to suspect that I had done something wrong. Well, I had, by sleeping with him, but he didn't know about it, right? So why did he look so angry? And why was his immediate request for me to come to his office? Nothing made sense. I couldn't fathom how I could have messed up so quickly. Did Ms. Olsen have a hand in this? Did she inform Brian that I didn't deserve to be here, making a compelling argument for my dismissal? Did he call me into his office to personally express his regret in recommending me and his desire to see me gone? God! I knew some of my assumptions were far-fetched and baseless, but I couldn't help but anticipate the worst. Brian Rein