Crushing On My Dad’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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“Sweetie?” My dad asks, tilting his head. Looking a little sheepish now that he’s spoken for me without even asking if I’m free.

But I can only watch as the room starts to jump up and down, moving in time with the furious pumping of my head as I nod.

“Of course!” I practically squeal, sounding like I know what I’m doing. As if I really did know Brandon was coming.

“Perfect!” Dad sighs, and after promising him again that they’ll have plenty of time to catch up, he ends his conversation, vowing to see his best friend tomorrow.

“I’ll be there in the morning,” Brandon says in his trademark deep voice, making sure he locks eyes on me one last time before he goes.

“I’ll text you my flight’s ETA when I have it, Steve, and you might just be seeing a lot more of me too from now on,” he adds cryptically before ending the call.

Dad gives me a quizzing look, and I can only shrug. I assure him I really have no idea what Brandon means because I don’t.

The idea of seeing Brandon again, though. Seeing ‘a lot more’ of Brandon is enough to make my knees weak, and I have to excuse myself to go to my room.

I need to change my underwear first before I get lost in sorting through my meager wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear for tomorrow.

As nervous as it all makes me and as confused as I am about how Brandon feels about me, tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

And I forgot to tell Dad about the house next door being sold too.

CHAPTER TWO

Brandon

I can’t believe it's been almost six months since I saw May last. It’s definitely been the longest six months of my life.

The day she graduated, that was the first time I’d seen May in person for over three years before that, and Jesus, it was really like seeing her for the first time.

Like, she really is all grown up now.

An adult.

Biologically too, not just her age.

I wanted to be there, though. I had to be for my buddy Steve as well as for May.

Seeing his little girl all grown up and about to head out into the wide world with her diploma.

I’ve never seen Steve prouder, but try as I might, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her for very different reasons.

Reasons and things that had never entered my mind until seeing her that day.

I couldn’t even stop grabbing hold of her once I congratulated her.

I felt the need to pull her close to me and feel that sweet, soft body pressed against me.

What was I thinking? Surely everyone could see the effect she had on me.

I wasn’t thinking, though. I was acting. I was doing what comes naturally to me when I see something I know belongs to me. I reach out, and I grab hold of it.

Telling her I was proud of her too is one thing, but I’m still not sure if she even heard what else I said about her feeling so fucking good in my arms.

But I don’t regret saying it. Because it was true then, and it still is now.

I just regret saying it without knowing if she felt the same way.

I mean, feel it in the way I meant it.

But how could she feel the same way about me I’ve felt for her these past six months?

She’s more than half my age, for starters, and apart from having the kind of body I could grip, suck and fuck for a lifetime, she’s my best friend’s only daughter.

As if all that’s not enough, she’s really given me no clear signals that she’s even remotely interested in me. Not like that anyway.

But I made my bed that day, risking my friendship with Steve and even with May by being so touchy-feely.

May didn’t seem to mind at all, and I’m pretty sure Steve didn’t even notice. Even though I had a hard-on you could see from space and still do every time I think of her now, which is constantly.

But when I didn’t hear from Steve for days and then weeks, I couldn’t help but wonder if May had said something to him later on.

I wondered if maybe Steve had picked up on how obvious it was that I was infatuated with his daughter.

I couldn’t help the intrusive thoughts that maybe she didn’t like me grabbing hold of her. Or worse. That she already has someone else to grab hold of….

I had to put those thoughts out of my mind before I even touched base with Steve after such a long gap between calls.

We used to talk every day, but as the years have gone by and our separate lives have gotten busier, it’s something we both constantly admit we should do more often, but there always seems to be something that comes up.



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