Desiring My Best Friend’s Daughter

Ariana The loud blaring of the alarm clock beside me woke me up with a start. I groaned, attempting to shut off the offending machine so i could have some peace and quiet but that was practically impossible as the alarm rang with fury. ''Is it time already?'' I groaned. My hands finally found the snooze button as I sighed in bliss. Now, my sleep was ruined and I knew I just had to get up or i would be late for class. My name is Ariana Stewart and I am a twenty one year old girl and could be easily called an angel. I was drop dead gorgeous with midnight-black hair, dark brown eyes, light skinned, wide round face and a pointed chin, thanks to my parents good genes. I was easily the center of attraction anytime i walked down my street and in school which in turn also made me the subject of bullying and name calling. Attending the prestigious Preston college, I was also one of the few people with so much affluence. My father, Stewart Archinburg was a busy man and only ensured that me, his precious daughter was taken care of properly, by sending money regularly. Despite having all the money needed, I still yearned for a life with my father by my side. It got so boring and dreadful anytime I had to spend the weekends alone. I really wished I had someone with me who kept me company. I wanted much more than money but my father was too blind to see it. Sometimes, I wished I could talk sense into his head but I didn't want to come off as rude and ungrateful because i knew the real reason why my father was always traveling was to secure a better life and a future for me. ''I just wish he would understand.'' I sighed. Funny enough, I had grown so used to being alone but sometimes, I still wished there was at least someone with me. ''Now i have to go to this class.'' I groaned. School wasn't my favorite place to be because of all the constant name calling and bullying I faced. I had kept it to myself for a long time but I knew that it wouldn't just continue that way. One day, I would burst and spill everything out to my father but until then, I decided to live with it. I sighed again, something I seemed to be doing a lot now. I couldn't help but do that because the situation I was currently in was a bit depressing. The only thing I looked forward to was food and movies. ''Ariana, let's do this.'' I muttered. I rose up from my bed, saying a quick prayer. I wasn't religious nor attended any religious event. It was just something I was used to ever since I was young. I had learnt somewhere that it was always good to give thanks and so, I made it a habit to do that every morning just before she sets out. I made her way towards the bathroom, picking up my toothbrush. Glancing at the wall clock in my room, I discovered that it was just a few hours, roughly about an hour before my first class. I had plenty of time so I wasn't really in a hurry that much. When I was done brushing, my phone rang and I knew it was no other person but my father. Actually, there was no one else I called or who called me except my father and of course, his best friend… Alexander. I gulped just by thinking about that name. I quickly chased the name out of my mind because I didn't want to begin what I couldn't finish. ''Hey dad.'' I smiled. Even though he wasn't always here, I was always so glad to speak to him. I loved hearing his voice and loved being happy to know that he was alright. ''Oh, someone's happy today.'' Stewart chuckled. I wished he could be there for me as his daughter but his work wouldn't give him breathing space and so, he called me. ''Yes, kind of. But that stupid alarm wasn't helping matters.'' I laughed. With the phone against my ear, I walked towards the kitchen to put a kettle on fire. I needed a cup of coffee or my day would turn out miserable. ''Sorry love. Did you sleep well? Are you alright?'' he asked. ''Dad, I'm twenty one and not ten. Of course, I'm alright. How are you too?'' I asked. I faced the floor to ceiling mirror in my room as I tied my hair into a high ponytail. With that done, I wouldn't need to redo it after taking my bath. That was one less task for me. ''I'm okay honey. How is school too? Any troubles?'' ''No Dad, everything's fine.'' I lied. I was wrong, so very wrong. There were some troubles but the last thing I would do was to trouble my father over something like that. He was working so hard and I wouldn't want that to disturb him. I could handle it myself without involving anybody in it. ''Are you sure baby? You can talk to me you know.'' Stewart pressed. I knew my father. He could easily detect a lie from a mile away and it was a surprise to me that he hadn't caught me yet. ''Yes dad, I'm alright. It's just that I miss you. I feel so lonely at times.'' I whined. Stewart sighed, wishing he could do something about it but the truth of the matter was that there was nothing he could do. His work required him to always be at the office almost at all times and distance wasn't friendly too. ''I wish there was something i could do Ariana, i really wish there was but as it stands, my hands are tied.'' he sighed. ''Its okay dad, i perfectly understand.'' ''Thank you, love. I could have Alexander come over to keep you company after school today. How does that sound?'' Stewart said. ''Err… Dad, I don't think that would be a good idea. Don't worry, i'm okay.'' I had to think of something fast before my Dad became suspicious. The mere mention of Alexander's name was enough to set my heart racing and seeing him would surely have her collapsing. ''Why? He's been looking after you for as long as i can remember and besides, he is your godfather.'' ''Just… not today Dad, please.'' I stressed, cringing hard and almost gagging at the word ‘god father’, because I knew damn well that I never saw my dad’s best friend in that light for as long as I could remember. The kettle gave a hissing sound, indicating the water was ready. Carefully, still with the phone clutched between my neck and shoulder, I poured some of the water into a mug before adding some coffee beans. Within minutes, I was sipping the bitter liquid. I liked my coffee all black with no additives and it was still a wonder to my father how I drank it. ''Okay. What time does your class begin today?'' Stewart asked. I glanced at the clock and I realized I had just about thirty minutes to spare and I hadn't taken her bath. ''s**t! Thirty minutes Dad, i've got to go.'' I said. He breathed out a laugh, promising to call me later in the day before the call ended. I placed my phone on my table, downing the rest of my drink before jumping into the bathroom. Soon, I was done and ready to leave. Since the weather was a bit chilly outside, I put on my favorite sweater before making my way out of the house. It was a beautiful day but at that moment, I was not looking forward to it. *********************************** Alexander ''Oh f**k!'' I groaned. I sucked my little finger, trying to numb the pain. I had been attempting to make some waffles for me and my son who I was glad had come to visit me after many months when I accidentally touched the hot pan and now, i knew my hands were probably scarred. ''Dad, I've gone. Don't bother about breakfast.'' a voice said. That was Jey, my twenty three year old son. I sighed, dumping the rest of the waffles into the trash can because it was burnt now and there was no one who would eat it. My name is Alexander Miller and I have a mid-buzz cut, black eyes, and very broad shouldered. I was also very tall and muscular. Back then, during my highschool days and even in my college days, everyone thought I would end up as a rugby or probably a soccer player due to how good I was but I shocked them all and ended up becoming a renowned chartered accountant. Asides my body which was to die for, I had the brain of a computer. I could easily figure out things faster than anyone else and this helped me in so many ways. At the age of thirty six, and best friend to Stewart, the father of Ariana whom I had always admired and adored some time after she had clocked eighteen. I always tried to conceal my feelings as I believed it was simply an abomination to be attached with someone who could easily pass as my daughter but still, that attraction was still there. There was no use denying it to myself any longer like I had spent the last two years doing. Sometimes, I wondered what she thought about me or what she would think if she even got a whiff of the thoughts I have of her in my head. She would no doubt be disgusted and might even not want to see my face ever again, which was something I wanted to avoid at all cost. But gosh, that girl really is something, starting with how ridiculously stunning her face is, her waist was the perfect size for holding and lord knows I’ve imagined myself holding onto that waist firmly as I thrust into her and completely wreck her until she’s reduced to whimpers. ''Get a hold of yourself Alex!'' I sighed out audibly. Being a divorcee and a father to a son who was barely around, I was appointed to take care of Ariana and see her from time to time to ensure that she was doing fine, but that was harder than I thought it was going to be. Anytime I was with her or even around her, different thoughts of what I wanted to do to her filled my mind till I’d find it hard to keep my hands far away from her. I knew I needed to stop thinking about her in that light, but I just couldn't help it. Her body was fire and I badly wanted to be consumed by it. 'Get a hold of yourself Alex.’ I seethed. These thoughts weren't good for me at all. I was old enough to be her father and fantasizing about her was a taboo. Even though I tried to conceal my feelings for her, they still popped up even at the most unexpected times. I knew it was an attraction and not love and i hoped that it passed as quickly as it came. Thankfully, the loud ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I made my way towards where i kept it on the kitchen counter. Glancing at the caller ID, I discovered it was Stewart calling. I had been fantasizing about his daughter and now, he was calling. Just great. ''Hey man.'' I smiled. ''Old man, how are ya?'' Stewart chuckled. ''Look who's calling me old man. Last time i checked, you are older than me.'' I laughed. ''Very funny. Anyway man, i can't really talk much because i have to get back to work in a few but listen man, please i want you to do something for me.'' Stewart said. With the tone in his voice, I knew it was somewhat serious. ''What's up?'' ''I just spoke to Ariana and she wasn't really sounding good. Though she tried to hide it, I could easily detect it was a lie. Please man, i want you to go up to the house to go check on her for me after school will ya?'' This was a very difficult request but I knew i had to help my friend. All i just needed to do was to act mature and suck my feelings up. I was also quite worried about her too. ''Okay man. She gets home by three today, right?'' I asked. ''Yes. Thank you so much man.'' Stewart smiled. ''Anytime, see you soon old man.'' I laughed before cutting the call. I placed my phone back on the counter, looking at nothing in particular. Now, I was in a dilemma. Ariana was not your average girl and in a few hours, he would be staring at the beautiful face of the girl I was attracted to. I was not looking forward to it.