Obsessed With My Best Friend's Dad

He crushed my heart!

"I wasn't just a someone in his life. I was the one who made everything seem possible for him. My friends called him a loser, but I saw something different. I believed I could transform him completely," Ariana whispered to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks as she rested her forehead against the bathroom mirror. The weight of her recent breakup was heavy on her mind, making it difficult to move on. As she stood there, naked and vulnerable, she caught a glimpse of her breasts dangling before her. She placed her hands beneath them, feeling their weight, and spoke to herself,

"I kept all of these for him..." Ariana knew she had given everything to the man who had just left her, but in the end, it wasn't enough. Now, as she stood alone in the bathroom, she wondered if she would ever find someone who could truly appreciate all that she had to offer.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her phone in the bedroom. This was the fourth time it had rung, but she paid it no attention. The droplets of water on her skin had almost dried up, and she had spent around ten minutes lost in emotional pain.

Wrapping herself in a white towel, Ariana stepped out of the bathroom and made her way to her vanity chair. She sat down and raised her face to the mirror, where she often applied her makeup. Her eyes were red, but her beauty was undeniable. It radiated from her like a warm glow, her chestnut brown hair cascading in waves down her back. Her eyes were deep and soulful with long, dark lashes that framed them perfectly. Her skin was smooth and flawless, a testament to her good health and self-care.

Ariana's phone rang once again, lying on her bed. She stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen as it rang for the fifth time. It was her best friend, Margie, who was calling.

"Hey Margie," she answered, trying to sound cheerful, but her sorrow seeped through her tone.

"Ariana, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you," Margie said, her voice filled with concern.

"I'm...I'm..." Ariana paused before continuing. "Can we talk later, please?"

"Is everything alright?" Margie asked. "You sound like you're in pain. What's going on? I'm your best friend."

Ariana took a deep breath and fought back her tears before speaking.

"I don't think I'll be able to come over to your place. I need to revise my leave."

"Why?" Margie questioned, disbelief in her voice. They had already planned how they would spend Ariana's six-week leave with their boyfriends.

"Mark cheated on me," Ariana revealed, her voice cracking with emotion. "After everything I did for him...I gave him everything he needed, and I even vowed to keep my virginity for him on our wedding night."

"What? Why would he do that? After everything you did for him? You gave him a reason to be himself, and you even helped him find a job," Margie exclaimed.

"Yes, the driving job. He had been secretly seeing his boss' daughter he is driving," Ariana explained, her voice heavy with pain.

"Bullshit! Ariana, this is not the time to isolate yourself. You need to come out, dress up, and attract someone who will love you for who you are," Margie insisted.

"Actually, it's not about what you wear that attracts people to you. It's your inner self that draws them in," Ariana corrected her friend, her voice filled with conviction.

"I'm sorry, I forgot. You're a woman of high standards," Margie's friend said apologetically. "But don't worry, I'll buy you some nice and sexy clothes to wear when you come here. I can't wait to see you. Forget about Mark. He's a loser who doesn't deserve anything good. When you come to my city, you'll meet different classy guys to choose from. And guess what? I have a surprise for you. Staying at my place will be worth it. I'll make sure it's the best memory ever."

Margie and Ariana had been best friends since high school, and their bond grew even stronger when Ariana lost her mother to lung cancer ten years ago. This tragedy gave Ariana the opportunity to stay at Margie's house, as her father's job involved a lot of traveling.

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Three weeks had passed, and it was now 3PM on a Thursday evening. Margie, a twenty-three-year-old woman, left her room to meet her father in the magnificent sitting room. Her father's name was Nicholas Whyte, a wealthy man in his mid-forties. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with chiseled features and a square jawline. His hair was ebony black, with just a hint of grey at the temples, which only added to his rugged charm. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on the TV, where he was enjoying his favorite tennis game while holding a glass of wine in his right hand and crossing his legs.

Margie walked closer to her father and waited for his attention. After a brief pause, she said, "Dad, my renewed driving license will be available tomorrow. I thought it was today."

"Okay," he replied, still focused on the TV screen.

"My best friend, Ariana, will be coming today," Margie continued.

"Okay," her father nodded and waited for her to say more. When she didn't, he asked, "Go straight to the point. Are you spending the night at her place?"

"Dad?" Margie raised her voice. "I'm talking about Ariana, my best friend. She's coming from another city. In the next hour, she'll be at the airport."

Finally, she had his full attention, and Nicholas looked at her, asking, "What can I do for you?"

"Please dad, can you take me to the airport to pick her up? Ariana's boyfriend just broke her heart, and she really needs me by her side at this time in her life."

"Ariana? I think I've heard that name before," Nicholas said, trying to recall.

"Dad... Ariana, my best friend from high school. You can't say you don't remember her. The girl you taught how to swim, the girl who lost her mom and stayed with us for some time."

"Oh! Ariana, that chubby girl. How is she doing?" he asked.

"Fine," Margie replied.

"She must be overweight by now, that's why her boyfriend left her," Nicholas thought as he gazed into his daughter's eyes.

"She'll be staying with us for a few weeks," Margie informed him.

"Okay, I don't have any problem with that," Nicholas agreed.

"Thanks, Dad!" she exclaimed, moving closer to him and planting a quick peck on his right cheek. But as she was about to go inside, her expression suddenly changed and she turned back to him.

"Dad, when are you and Mum going to be together again? Whenever I mention her name, it's like she wasn't the woman you married at the altar," she gestured towards their wedding photo hanging on the wall. "What's wrong? Why won't you and Mum tell me what's going on?"

"Did your Mum say anything to you?" he asked.

"No, but she says she doesn't understand you anymore."

"You're my daughter. Have I changed? She's the one who refused to come with us to this new house."

"What's happening?" she stamped her foot and stormed out of the sitting room.

Nicholas was a successful businessman dealing in both contemporary and antique jewelry, but his life was currently overshadowed by a severe marital crisis with his wife, Rebecca. Despite their deep love for each other, their recent misunderstanding had come as a shock to their daughter, Margie. Her dad seemed reluctant to discuss the issue, while her mum claimed to be marrying a stranger. Margie, their only daughter, was doing her best to reconcile her parents, but it seemed that the divide between them continued to widen with each passing day.

An hour later, Margie was in her father's car, heading to the airport to pick up Ariana. Margie had received a call that Ariana's plane had landed. Nicholas stood near the car, patiently waiting while Margie went into the airport, her phone glued to her right ear. A few minutes later, Margie emerged from the airport with Ariana by her side.

"Where did you park your car?" Ariana asked as they greeted each other with a warm embrace.

"I couldn't drive today. I'm renewing my license, and it will be ready tomorrow. My dad drove me here. Look at him over there," Margie pointed towards Nicholas, and they walked towards him, Margie dragging Ariana's luggage behind them. As they approached, their faces were beaming with great smiles, and their connection and conversation were genuine. They were truly the best of friends.

As soon as Ariana set her eyes on Nicholas from afar, her heart began to race, and she felt a weird fluttering sensation in her stomach. All she could say to herself was, "This man was my crush at sixteen. I thought these feelings would naturally die down, but they seem to come out of nowhere."

The two ladies made their way towards Nicholas, and Ariana greeted him warmly.

"Ariana?" Nicholas asked, surprised by her stunning appearance in a semi-fitted purple gown showed her curves. This was the same chubby girl he knew seven years ago, and Nicholas couldn't hide his amazement.

"Yes, Dad, this is Ariana," Margie responded, noticing the excited expression on her father's face.

"You have changed," Nicholas observed, scanning her from head to toe, lingering a little longer on her waist before finally turning his attention to her fine feet. He couldn't help but grin in admiration.

"So many things have changed on you."

"Dad, she was just sixteen at that time," Margie interjected, as Ariana blushed and chuckled at the attention.

"Mother nature has turned you into a beautiful young lady. If not for your coming here, I wouldn't have been able to recognize you if I had seen you elsewhere," Nicholas complimented, locking eyes with Ariana. The silence was broken by Margie, who cleared her throat and suggested they head home.

"Dad, let's go home. You'll see more of her. She'll be staying for a few weeks. There's a lot to catch up on," Margie said, turning to Ariana after putting her luggage in the truck.

"Ariana, I know you're exhausted. Let's sit in the back seat so you can relax for a while before we get home."

As they all got into the car, Ariana couldn't take her eyes off Nicholas' face in the rearview mirror. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, reminiscing about her past thoughts of Nicholas.

"Wouldn't these thoughts lead to something else?"