An Omega For My Best Friend Father

"Yeah, he won't land until eight." She paused. "I'll be back by tomorrow too, so the house is yours. Now stop stalling." "I don't have a swimsuit." I said. "You have underwear, don't you?" She asked. "Chloe..." "Goodnight Iris, Enjoy." The line went dead. I stood there for a moment, phone in hand, the silence of the Blackridge mansion pressing in from all sides. I'd had a key to this place since I was sixteen, known every corner of it, and still, everytime I walked in alone, it felt different. Fine. I set my bag down by the stairs. I'll have just one hour in the water. The pool light was on, the water glowing in the dark like something alive. I unzipped my dress and let it fall. The cool night air hit my skin immediately, raising goosebumps along my arms. I was in a black lace, thin underwear and bra, I could feel the weight of my own gaze as I looked down at myself. Full breasts heavy against the lace, the dip of my waist, my thighs pressed together. I hadn't been naked in front of anyone in months, not even Tristan, not really. He'd always turned off the lights, always kept things quick, like s*x was a chore to be checked off a list. The water was warm as I slid in. The shock of it on my skin made gasped. I floated on my back and stared at the sky, closed my eyes, letting the silence swallow me. I thought about Tristan, even though I tried not to. The way his hands was on my waist during s*x, the way he'd finish with a grunt and roll over and I'd like there, unsatisfied, wondering if this was all there was. Eight months or that and calling it a relationship. Eight months of lying still in the dark wondering why I felt so untouched. The