Meeting my best friend's father
809 Words
Soon, they got to the mansion. Sandra hopped out first, stretching her arms like she had just survived a two-day road trip when they only drove for thirty-five minutes.
Sandra picked up the light bag while Emily wrestled the heavy luggage alone. Emily didn’t complain. She just rolled her eyes and followed her best friend inside.
They got inside, and Sandra led the way upstairs. Emily dragged the bag up the stairs like it was a stubborn goat refusing to cooperate.
When they reached the visitor’s room, which was opposite Sandra’s room, Sandra pushed the door open and stepped aside as if she were revealing a prize on a game show.
Emily walked in and stopped dead. The room did not look like the visitor’s room she remembered. The old room was nice and simple. This new version looks like a presidential suite. Emily stared around with her mouth slightly open.
Everything was brand new.
“You did all this for me?” She asked, turning to Sandra.
“Well… I told my dad to change everything for you. He made a call, and everything was upgraded." She replied.
Emily felt so loved. The entire room cost more than she and her father had probably earned in three years combined.
“This is so nice. Is he around?” Emily asked.
“Oh yeah,” Sandra answered. “He should be in his room. He's not going anywhere today. You’ll see him later.”
The last time she saw her dad was five years ago. She had visited a few times, but he wasn't always around. Susan excused herself to her room to change to something more comfortable.
“I’ll be back in a bit. Feel at home."
Emily exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about Sandra's dad. For her dad to upgrade her room that way, it shows that he values her and also cherishes her coming.
She felt more relaxed than she had been. It was a sign She was going to enjoy the little time she was going to spend in the mansion.
With an exciting smile on her face, she dragged her bag closer, zipped it open, and pulled out clothes to change into. She was halfway unbuttoning her shirt when she heard a knock on the door.
“The door is open.” She answered without minding to know who was knocking.
The door opened, and Emily turned only to behold Sandra's dad. Her breath caught at the stunning sight in front of her.
The man standing in front of her was not the man she remembered from five years ago. He looks super handsome and dangerously attractive. She always sees him in a full suit with a serious look. But here he was, wearing a trunk and a white singlet.
She wasn't expecting to see this version of him. Five years had done something crazy. He had always looked formidable, but now he looks like a super charming sugar daddy. She stared at his body: his chest, his arms, and then up to his face. It was unusual for a 45-year-old man to look that way. For a few seconds, she forgot he was her best friend's father. She even forgot about Desmond.
As she was staring at him, she noticed he was leering at her as well. It wasn't casual or a polite looking. He was practically exploring her body with his eyes.
Emily had changed a lot. She wasn't the Emily he saw five years of ego. She had grown into a pretty-looking woman. She looks elegant and well endowed in perfect places. For a few seconds, he also forgot she was his daughter's best friend.
There was a sudden urge inside him, pushing him to step forward and kiss her sultry lips. But a conscious part of him reminded him of the consequences.
Emily noticed his eyes were now on her cleavage, but she didn’t rush to cover herself. She could have, but she didn’t. Instead, she let him look. She loved the way he was looking at her body. She liked that the powerful Vincent, who was feared, respected, and untouchable, was standing frozen because of her.
She wants him to peel off the rest of the clothes and have a full view of her breast instead of just looking at the cleavage. At that moment, she could let him kiss her. She could fall over the bed if he pushes her even with one finger. It was as if they cast a love spell on each other.
She tried to make a move or say something, but she couldn't. Vincent seemed to come back to his senses first. He shook his head as if breaking off the love spell and finally broke the silence.
“Hi," he managed to say. "Is that you, Emily?"
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