Dirty Desires For My Best Friend’s Father

Five

Five: First embarrassment was not enough. Time for a second

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“Wake up, wake up, Daniella!” I could feel my body being shaken vigorously as I tried my hardest to hold on to the lovely dream that I was currently having. The lovely dream that obviously had to involve Celine's dad.

While all I could hear was her voice, I tried to hold on to that moment until we finally shared a kiss. It was so annoying. Every single time I had a dream about him, we never got to a point where we could even kiss and now it was ruined again.

I realized this soon as my eyes popped open and I immediately frowned at Celine.

“Wake up, won't you? Do you understand what the time is?” She asked me and I immediately took the covers and buried myself in them again.

“I don't care!”

I yelled out and she pulled the blanket off my body and let it fall to the ground. I wiggled my body in absolute agony before I actually remembered something. There's actually no way that was reality, right? He's supposed to be on a workshop, not back.

It was just a nightmare. The fact that we had to improvise and get rid of the boys, right?

“ Right, Celine?” I asked her with my brows furrowed and she arched hers and waited for me to ask my question.

“What is it? Right Celine what?” she asked me? And I nibbled on my lip before I actually questioned,

“ where's your father?” I asked her and her shoulder slumped like I was asking some stupid question.

“probably getting ready for work or something.

I don't know what time he has to go today.” She said to me and that only confused me a little bit more. “What do you mean getting ready for work? Did you talk to him over the phone? Did he actually come back last night?” I asked her and she just laughed at me.

“You are really out of it. Get out of bed and go have coffee. I'll be in the shower.

Besides, I have to shave every single inch of my body today because it is James' birthday today.” She insisted and locked herself in the bathroom before I could even tell her that I needed to come inside as well. I banged on the door countless times and she just kept quiet.

“Celine, open the door, I need to pee.” I said to her and she just laughed out loud. “Nope, sorry”.

She really, really did not let me in despite me banging against the door several times. There were three bathrooms in this house, the one in Celine's room, the guest bathroom and the one in Anthony's room. Of course, I could have easily gone to the guest bathroom but the damn thing was being remodeled and it was in no condition for me to use.

Why was Celine being such a b***h right now? “Open the door, Celine. I really need to pee,” I said to her and I immediately gave up when she started running the water. How annoying.

I kept pacing around the room hoping she would leave soon but it was definitely nothing that I could control. I had to use the bathroom before I actually peed myself. I squeezed my thighs shut and continued to knock on the door again but now that Celine was singing out loud to the music that she was playing on her phone, I knew there was absolutely no way she was going to open the door right now.

She wanted us to be late. She wanted me to have only three minutes to take a shower and it would all be her fault. I tried my hardest to open the door but nothing I tried worked.

Not a card, not the knife I found laying suspiciously on her nightstand. Nothing actually worked.

“Go ask my dad to use his bathroom.

I'm waxing,” she said to me and I seriously could not believe what I was hearing. I banged the door one last time before I actually walked out of the room. I had to check the guest bathroom one more time and just as I suspected it was in no condition for me to use.

I was getting sick of Celine and James's nonsense. She had been going on and on about how they were on a s*x ban and how they were waiting till his birthday to do it again. Sure it was romantic and all but did it have to come at the price of my blood exploding? I hurried down to Anthony's bedroom door and listened in.

I heard absolutely nothing and I slowly knocked but got absolutely no response. So I had no other option but to return to Celine's room and try to see if she was done already. “What are you still doing in there?” I asked her when I realized that the door was still shut and all I could hear was giggles and her singing along to the music still.

“I'm still waxing,dig? What makes you think it takes a short time?”, she asked me and I was really annoyed at this point.

“ I hope your v****a burns off!” I yelled out and heard her laughing hysterically before I ran to Anthony's room.

This time around I did not hesitate after knocking and got no response. I slowly opened the door and hoped he would be understanding of me. Facing him last night was already hard enough on its own but his words still replayed in my mind.

I had no idea why I insisted on bringing that night up when he clearly was not saying anything. Those words burned me more than the memory itself did.

“That night did not happen.”

Why did he say that? Why was I actually offended by those words all of a sudden? Why did he want to ignore that it happened instead of telling me where he stood? Yes, I was desperate to know how he felt about me. Even if it would hurt, even if he would reject me, I would still make sure that he falls for me because I know I can do it. I opened the door and realized that he was still in bed.

His body was not moving at all. I stared for a second before my bladder urged me to stop standing there like a dummy that is about to drool. I ran on my tiptoes to his bathroom and immediately closed it before I sat down on the toilet and let it all out.

Sweet, sweet relief. I nearly died!

Even a sigh of relief came with it but that was very shortly after. The relief was not something that lasted at all because as soon as that door opened, my heart immediately sank to the bottom of my stomach.