My Bestfriend’s Father

Monaco

Chapter Two

Aria

Monaco was exactly what you’d expect: blindingly wealthy, suffocatingly hot, and packed with the kind of people who spent more on a single watch than I’d seen in a lifetime. But as the private car rolled up to the high-rise housing Damian’s penthouse, my eyes weren't on the mega-yachts in the harbor. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a caged animal.

I adjusted the straps of my top. I had intentionally chosen a tiny, cropped white tank top with no bra underneath, and low-rise cargo pants that sat precariously on my hips. It was casual, sure, but it was intentional and hot. Every single inch of skin I was showing was meant for Mr. Damian. He owes my body.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt like an eternity. When the doors finally chimed open, showing a sprawling, ultra-modern living space with floor-to-ceiling glass walls showing the Mediterranean, Harper was already running toward me.

"Aria! Oh my god, you're finally here!" she squealed, throwing her arms around my neck.

I hugged her back, forcing a bright, innocent smile onto my face. "Harper! God, this place is insane."

"Right? Wait until you see the pool deck," she said, pulling back and scanning my outfit. A slight frown crossed her face for a split second before her usual bubbly expression returned. "Wow, you look... hot. Come on, my mom is in the kitchen."

I slightly rolled my eyes at the mention of her mom. I didn't come here to meet her mom or even her, I am here for my hot god in human form. It should’ve been just the two of us.

“Aria?… Aria?!”

I quickly turned my head to face her.

“You faced out, what were you thinking?”

I smiled, “Nothing, just imagining how I am going to do what I haven't done before.”

Harper laughed. “Aria, you’ve had s*x before. So, what have you not done before?”

She's very naive. I scoffed. “You’ll see.”

Harper laughed and led me through the floored penthouse. Sitting at the long quartz island was her mother, Mrs. Victoria. She looked exactly like what she was, a bit serious, and a high-society woman in expensive linen, looking down her nose at everything.

"Hello, Aria. Welcome to Monaco," Victoria said, sounding a bit polite. Her eyes raked over my exposed midriff and the obvious silhouette beneath my white tank. Her lips thinned instantly. "Harper, dear, perhaps you should show Aria to her room so she can... unpack. And dress appropriately for dinner."

She didn't even wait for me to greet her. Think whatever you want to think, Ma’am, that’s on you. To be honest, I don't even like her, either.

"Sure, Mom," Harper muttered, rolling her eyes behind her mother's back. But before we could even take a step toward the hallway, the front door clicked open.

The aura in the room instantly changed. It became completely suffocating. I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. My body knew. The familiar, wicked jolt shot straight down to my core, making my knees go completely weak. A sudden wave of heat rushed between my thighs, making me instantly wet against my underwear. My man.

The sound of his authoritative thud of expensive leather shoes echoed on the floor. I turned around slowly, my breath catching tight in my throat. I was particularly shaken.

I looked at him from his head to his toes, Damn! Damian is hot. God, he was even more terrifyingly beautiful in person than in the pictures I had been destroying myself over. He had just come from a meeting, his broad, massive shoulders filling out a bespoke black suit. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, revealing a bit of dark hair and tanned skin. His jaw was cleanly shaved, clean enough to leave kisses on it, and his dark hair was perfectly styled, though a few stray strands fell over his forehead.

He gave off pure power. The kind of power that demanded everyone in the room to bow down. But it made my c**t tickle.

"Damian, you're back early," Victoria smiled, her voice instantly becoming soft and sweet. Why is she smiling at my man? She has no rights. Well, I was becoming obsessed. Who wouldn't be?

Damian didn't look at his wife and didn't look at Harper either. His pitch-black, piercing eyes locked straight onto me.

Nothing else mattered. Everything went silent. While I continued to drip. I am sure that if I deep my hands in between my thighs, I’d be sticky milk. Gosh! I want him right there.

Damian stood frozen for a bit of a second, his gaze started at my eyes, dropped to my mouth, and then deliberately, slowly, slid down my neck.

I felt my n*****s harden instantly under his intense stare as his eyes raked over my bare midriff and the curve of my hips. It wasn't a polite, fatherly greeting. It was the exact same wild, predatory look from the college dorms, but ten times more intense. He was stripping me bare right there in front of his family, and he didn't care. I didn't care either. He opened his mouth but I wasn't hearing what he was saying. I was imagining his big co*k inside my mouth.

My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I was sure he could hear it. I parted my lips slightly, my chest heaving as I let out a shaky breath, practically begging him with my eyes to say something. To do something. I wanted him to walk over, wrap those massive hands around my waist, and claim me right on the floor. The desperate yearning made my core ache with a throbbing, relentless pulse.

For a second, I thought he was going to snap. I saw the muscle in his unforgiving jaw clench violently. His hands, resting at his sides, curled into tight fists, the veins straining against his tanned skin. He wanted me. I could see it in the sudden, dark fire consuming his eyes.

But then, he shook his head and his expression turned completely cold, arrogant, and unreadable. He tore his gaze away from me, breaking the spell, and looked at his wife.

"Meetings ran short," he said, his voice sounded so deep that it vibrated straight through my bones and made my stomach flip.

He walked right past me. He didn't say hello. Or maybe he did but I didn't hear it. He just brushed past, but the heat from his large body almost made me lose my mind, along with the intoxicating scent of expensive cedarwood and high-end scotch. It sent a shiver straight down my spine, not my spine, my c**t.

I stood there, dripping in my panties, my legs were shaking, it almost felt like a leaf as he walked down the hall toward his private office. He had just completely ignored me, playing the part of the responsible, respectable father and husband. But the way he had looked at me just seconds before told a completely different story. That was a look that said, Aria, I see you, you are hot and I’m gonna fu*k your brains out.

I knew he was playing with me, maybe teasing me. He knew exactly what he was doing, keeping his distance to drive me entirely out of my mind.

"Aria? Earth to Aria?" Harper chuckled, nudging my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to your room."

"Yeah," I choked out, my voice sounding completely wrecked. "Let's go."

As I followed Harper down the hall, my inner thighs rubbed together, sticky and aching. Damian thought his cold attitude was going to win this game. He thought he could just starve me with his eyes and keep his hands to himself.

But as I glanced back at his closed office door, a wicked, unrepentant smirk touched my lips. He had no idea what I had packed in my suitcase. This summer, it's either take me to a sinful hell or I'll take him.