HIS FORBIDDEN DESIRE

EVIE'S POV "My friend, it's a privilege to have you here." I was certain that I wasn't drunk when my father drew his best friend in for a hug. Ethan Thorne, the most successful CEO and entrepreneur in New York City, is right here. The largest Robotics company in the city is solely owned by him. This man worked in practically every area of robotics. Looking over my father's shoulders, I saw a familiar pair of startling blue eyes, framed by jet-black hair, staring blankly at me. I expected it even before I felt it. I would call it the stranger’s effect. Although I had only once seen him in low light, there was something about his seemingly blank yet intense look that set my entire body on fire. That's what I was experiencing at the club yesterday, and it's exactly what I felt. I instantly lowered my gaze to the ground, forcing myself not to groan as the memories came flooding back. I looked up and saw that my father was standing on his tiptoes. That was even more awkward. I hesitated for a moment before giving in and looking at his lips. Instantly, my mind was filled with images of his lips touching every part of my skin. The sensation came rushing back to me. His large member was pressed against my hands, and his intense, sensations of pleasure spread through every part of my body. As if that wasn't enough, I heard his rich, baritone voice whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I felt his teeth clenching around my n*****s in an excruciatingly sweet way. He continued biting every inch of my breasts, and I could hear the little moans that crept into his throat. Oh God, When my father was just a few inches away from me, thoughts like this crossed my mind—what kind of daughter am I? Although his inches seemed longer than— "James, it's nice to see you after such a long time." His deep voice echoed through the room, nearly making me fall to my knees. That was how he sounded when he wasn't groaning in pleasure. Commanding. He towered over my father's bald head, and I stared in silence as he settled into the red couch. All of a sudden, the seat appeared small. No, he made it appear tiny. This man seemed out of place in our relatively large living room, with his tailored charcoal grey suit hugging his shoulders. "It's hard to believe you're actually here. Is this an unexpected visit?" "Oh and....Then, my father turned to me abruptly. "Come on, Evie. You haven't forgotten about my child, have you?" He added with a small, awkward laugh. "Of course not." Mr. Thorne replied, giving me a stern glance. Suddenly, I noticed my messy black hair and pajamas, which were too large for me. "Of Course, I still remember. She was what... eighteen...the last time you left New York." He then turned to face my father. I'm twenty-one now. It makes sense why he seemed familiar at the club. Maybe I could have recognized him and avoided having s*x with him if I hadn't been so captivated by his look, with the top three buttons of his black shirt open, and the enticing party music playing. But honestly, I never would have realized it, at least not then. It took over three years to erase his face from my memory. Yet, it was more than enough time to stir strange emotions in me—feelings I shouldn't have for my father's best friend. Dad spoke of him often. I knew they talked a lot. It's the reason they were still friends after living in separate cities for three years.