In Love With My Best Friend's Father

Chapter FIVE

He was silent, too silent for my liking. It was as if he was telling me to drop the questions as he had no intentions of answering them. But I was done playing meek for the day and hence I chose to ignore his silence and continued to bombarde him with my questions.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You mentioned that I am not sleeping at home, how do you even know that?”

“Who are you even?” I whispered the last part.

Hayden’s P.O.V

She sat there, her big and round doe eyes looking at me with anticipation. ‘How cute!’ I thought. My eyes, slyly drifting towards her huge bosoms, which were slightly enlarged as she took a deep breath in, and then falling as she exhaled. Her eyes still watching me, waiting for my answer. To which, I had no answer to.

For weeks, I had been asking myself, the same question. Why? Why was this woman constantly on mind? Ever since our meeting at the club, she has been at the forefront of my thoughts, my member always getting hard as soon as the thought of her came across my mind. Even now, my member was standing high and mighty, ready for battle. I had to sneak in little squeezes, in order to calm down my situation, but it wasn’t working. I was even suspecting that I was leaking.

She wasn’t even wearing anything sexy for crying out loud, just those ugly tracksuits and t-shirt, but boy did she look so damn fuckable in those pants. I don’t know how she managed to do that but even though her shirt could fit two people, you could still clearly see the swell of her breasts. Her baggy tracksuits following the curve of her rear end and thighs, falling loosely across her legs. It was night, but I could see everything so clearly. Everything!

My large, calloused hands were itching so hard to spank her juicy bubbly butt, but I had to control myself. I did not want to scare her, especially not before my request. I was on my way to my apartment from work, when I saw her, walking toward this small shop in the middle of the city. I suddenly had the itch to follow her, halting the driver in the middle of traffic and before I could even realize what I was doing, my body just began walking to where she had disappeared to. It was as if I was a drone without any control. And to not feel like a creepy bastard, I gave myself the excuse that I was going to return whatever she left behind.

My trousers tightened as I watched her. The subtle swing of her hips as she walked, the bounce that her ass gave as she tried to reach for her snack and the satisfactory squeal she gave as she achieved her goal of securing her snack. Adorable! My heart warmed as I thought. Never in my life did I think that I would view a woman in that way. But all feelings of warmness were replaced by anger when I remembered that that was all she had been eating for the entirety of this week. Why I cared for such insignificant piece of information about a stranger, I do not know but what I do know is that I hated the way she carelessly walked in the middle of the night, paying no attention to any creepy onlookers, who were watching ready to pounce on their unsuspecting prey. And so, I cornered her, her now familiar flowery powdery scent driving me crazy, clouding my thoughts, I wanted to feel and smell her more, and the next thing I knew, I am dragging her into my car. Which brings us to here.

My silence clearly not a good answer for her, she leaned in closer, her heavy bosoms getting pressed by the dark mahogany edge of our table, giving me a first-class view of what would probably haunt my nights succumbing me to the pleasures of what my hands could offer as she was not available for me.

“Are you a stalker?” She innocently whispered, careful to not let the adjacent restaurant visitors hear her, even though it was hard as we had a large room to ourselves to lend us our privacy.

Her question bringing me right out of my perverted fantasy, my glaring shocked eyes finding hers.

‘Of course not!’ I unintentionally yelled, sending her back to her chair. Her eyes threating to release the damn of tears but her trying so hard to not let them fall. Taking huge gulps of oxygen, her eyes hidden from my gaze, she sneakily wiped the traitorous tears before bringing her gaze back to me. Feeling the need to comfort her in some way, I lowered by voice, hoping that she takes the sign that I was not angry, begging that I wouldn’t upset her this time.

“If you do not wish for people to stalk you, then you shouldn’t write down your address and details so carelessly like that on a book that you clearly don’t know how to keep safe!

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‘Oh! Ooh!” It finally clicked. My Journal! And my assumption was confirmed as he summoned for his driver who was apparently sitting beside us the entire time, and after a minute, he came back with the familiar dazzling pink notebook I had been searching for, for the past month. ‘He had it this entire time? Did he steal it?’ But my suspicious thoughts were cut off by him, when he noticed the accusing look, I was throwing his way.

‘You left it at the club, I tried following you to give it back, but you were long gone.’

Nodding understandably, I muttered a small thanks, happily grabbing my journal and started to peruse through it to see if anything was amiss.

After what seemed like hours but was literally just five minutes of us sitting in comfortable silence where the only noise being the ambience of the restaurant and the sound of me turning the pages of my book. He spoke, breaking the bubble that we were in.

“That was some interesting material you wrote in there” His haunting grey eyes were on me as he spoke, the familiar smirk gracing his visage. Did he just say what I thought he said?

I abruptly closed off my journal and quickly placed it in my bag, subconsciously hoping that the little action would protect it from being read further by the man seated across me.

“What did your just say to me?” I whispered, afraid that my voice would out the blinding rage that was burning inside me.

He scoffed, followed by his lips curling, the only sign we would get of a smile from him, as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t believe you to be deaf!”

My eyes widened in shock, at the insult thrown by this man. At that point, I did not care whether he was a walking s*x god sculpted the gods themselves. How dare he? The fact that my reaction made him smirk harder proved to me that he was indeed a psychopath hiding in a Greek god’s body.

It was his turn to lean in. “Listen” he paused. “ I have a proposal for you, one that am sure we would both like.”