Craving My Best Friend's Dad

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Lola’s POV

He bit his lower lip and knitted his brow, “If you insist, then I'll check up on you real quick. Just take off your remaining dress.” He forced a smile and then turned his back on me, heading into his inner office.

I watched as he pulled out his coat before he vanished from my sight and that awakened the butterflies in my belly.

Swiftly, I undressed completely, standing nude in the middle of his office.

This was my only chance to make him long for my body. I was certain no man would see a woman in this state and refuse them. Just a sight of my nakedness, and he will have no choice but to bend me over on that bed and screw my pink hole until I won't feel my legs again.

I hadn't done this before…never for once had a man seen my nude, but I could go this length for this man. I could do anything to make him understand what I felt for him.

When he walked into his main office, he paused midstep. His eyes bulged and lips hung open. I met his gaze and he quickly took in a breath.

I creased my brows, unable to read his expression.

“Uhm, I meant…I…”

My ears turned red seeing the way he was losing his composure. Speaking, yet his eyes couldn't get off my body. He had licked his lips uncountable times.

I stepped towards him, my left palm resting on my left boob as if massaging it. “Should I lie on that bed? I could spread my legs, right?” I stretched my fingers and touched his cheek.

He flinched, as if brought back to reality…and immediately, he averted his gaze, while I could hear his labored breathing.

“Doctor…”

“That's not what I asked you to do.” He spoke out, his fingers pressing on the fabric of his trousers. “You didn't need to get off your undies.”

My bad! I was overwhelmed by my desire for him and crossed the line.

Still, was it that bad to view my body? Am I not sexy enough to have him crave to touch my skin?

I glanced at my body. Was it the bruises that turned him off? I had a nice body curve, one that could take a man to his knee, regardless of how bruised it looked.

Could the bruises be the cause?

For someone like him, he would need good-looking ladies with glowing skin who could pose seductively….whereas, I was a local freaking poor girl.

He turned swiftly to face me, then pushed his feet towards me sluggishly, trying to hold my hands.

I had been a good girl, but I would break this code just for this man.

“Lola,”

I shuddered at the way my name sounded so sweet on his lips. He ran his eyes all over my body, and I could see his ears flushing.

Gosh! Was he pretending? There's no man out there who would hate to see a woman throw herself at them right? Why was he acting that way like I was a minor?

Regardless of my relationship with his daughter, if he had met me as a stranger, wouldn't he have accepted me without thinking twice? I was pretty, no doubt. He wasn't pushing me off because of my background? If it was, then it must mean he found out about me already…

“Just put on your undies, please…” his words pulled me out of my thoughts.

I glanced at the dress that Nick had specially gotten for me just so I could get money from those old hags at the club.

“It's not right to see you this way. I mean, I'm not a good man…so I could just call one of my doctors to do that real quick for you.”

My lips dropped open, my lashes fluttered. He would have another male doctor check up on me? Like, another man touching my naked body?

Then it meant I was overthinking. He felt nothing for me. All those kind gestures, sweet looks and so on were just like a family-friend gesture.

Still, I needed him to do something for me, one that wouldn't make me regret ever coming to his clinic tonight. I stepped closer to him, very close that my erect hard n****e caressed his chest in such a way that he could feel it.

His jaw clenched and he took a deep swallow, but he didn't even make a move to stop me this time.

“Doctor,” I mentioned and gasped for breath. “I'm honestly sorry for misinterpreting your statements. I didn't mean to cross the line…you know, it's my first time. And also, I wouldn't want another man who isn't you to do it, otherwise, I wouldn't be here.”

“What if Aniston were here?”

That question was unexpected…

I tried to speak but couldn't. How could she be here? I stepped back a bit and flung my hair to the side, “It's okay if you don't want to check up on me. Maybe…

“You should tell me if you need anything else instead—” he cut me short.

His facial expression softened as if he were beginning to feel defeated.

“I could tend to your bruises, and then you discuss with me whatever it is that is bothering you. We can adjust the check-up for the next appointment. What do you think?” he gestured, taking quick looks at my exposed yellow oranges positioned before him.

Next time appointment? That sounded so dirty. I was overthinking again whereas he was seeing me as his patient.

If only he meant that the next appointment needed extra preparation, then I'd seek another way to ask for financial help, just so I won't have those old geezers break me.

I intentionally moved my body in such a way that my boobs bounced repeatedly, and my eyes caught the movement of his Adam's apple, trying too hard to avoid all eye contact with me and my body.

“Actually, the bruises are almost healed. A little tablet could just fasten it up. So, since you want us to fix the check-up appointment next time, I could just…." I slowly bent down and picked up my brassiere, “...get back home and get a nice sleep.”

I was about to hook back my brassiere when I felt a grip around my wrist. My face flushed and I met his gaze.

“Lola,”

His voice was almost a whisper, its softness went down my throat like a drop of chilled water.

“I didn't mean to hurt your feelings…” he added and gasped for air. “I…I really….

Before I could process it, I felt his lips on mine, his arms around my body in such a possessive way. I wasn't sure how to respond to his kisses, but I did to him what he did to me, and I honestly loved the feeling.

I felt butterflies in my belly, my heart pounding faster as I savored his lips hungrily like he did to me.

My n*****s pressed against his chest, sending a sensitive wave across me down to my pelvis. My lower abdomen clenched, pùssy tightened while I melted in his arms.

I hoped it would be more than this, but he strongly jerked his body away from mine and strode towards the shelf there.

My heartbeat was still unstable. I pressed my palms to my chest as if trying to control it.

So this was how it felt to be kissed? It tasted so marvelous…maybe because it came from the man I longed for…

“Doctor,” I gathered the courage to speak. He must think I felt shameful but that's a big lie. I needed more than this…I wanted to know how it felt to have a man possess every bit of me.

He gave me a side look and shook his head, “You have to go. By tomorrow noon, you could return and take the medicines and I will run the check up as well if I have enough time.” Then he dipped his palms into the side pocket of his trousers. “And please, take note that you don't need to remove your undies for the checkup.”

“But, having my undies on could be uncomfortable. Don't you think so?”

“You can't handle this if you start it. I am not the saint you see, Lola.” Then he turned around and our eyes locked. “I can't do this to my child's best friend, and you probably will not be able to handle the demon I unleash.”

The demon who would unleash? What the fùck does he mean by that? Was he going to kill me in the process?

“I don't do soft romance. And I could live in guilt till my death if I get carried away. Let's just say, I am not the type of man you need. Forget about my profession, but I am so dark…”

My blood froze while I listened to him. Not because he claims to be the devil I see, but how he was rejecting me even after knowing how I felt for him.

So, I was fùcking going to the club? How could I ask him for help if he doesn't have me? Men seek something when they want to help their opposite gender…

“Put on your dress. I'll board a cab for you,” he said politely, but it sounded so heavy and serious to my ear and he entered his inner office.

Shame hit me like a blow. I was just rejected by the man I desired after stripping myself before him even after he understood my tactics. A part of me wanted this to be the end of this yearning for him…and I also wanted to push ahead and see if I could get him to fall for me completely.

Who cares if he was older than me? I just crave for him and that's what matters…

I didn't take time to dress up again.

“Doctor Vincent!” I called out when he wasn't coming out. He only responded that he had boarded a cab for me but didn't show up. “Could I ask you just a question?”

With that, he showed up a few feet away from me.

I scoffed and swallowed softly, “Is it just because you think you're too dark for me and that I'm your child's best friend, or is it that I'm too decent for you to unleash that demon on…?”

“Lola,” was all he could say and no more words came up after so many seconds.

We stared at each other, and I was patiently waiting to hear from him.

If it was because I was being a good girl, then I could be that bad girl for him…just for him.

His cell phone beeped, ending the silence, and then he checked and said to me, “The cab is waiting downstairs. You need to leave, okay?”

I gave him one last look, and without even responding, I picked up my handbag and left his office.

He didn't even bid me goodbye. He never answered my question.

Could it truly be that he thinks I was too decent to bear his darkness? But, wasn't he supposed to try first?

Or, was it still because I was his daughter's best friend?

At that point, I wasn't even troubled about the old hags I was going to meet finally, since my plans didn't work out with him. I was bothered about his true feelings towards me.

Initially, I thought he felt the same as I but hadn't gotten a chance, and that he wouldn't want to miss tonight just like me. But after breaking that kiss, I am now so confused as to what he sees me as.

I met with the cab driver and he drove me to the club. I stood before the building after checking on the room number Nick had given me initially, then I snorted.

“What if I become the bad girl from here? I could try to do things I hadn't done before…just like the perfect way to seduce a man.” I exhaled and licked my lips before making my way into the building.

I hadn't even reached the main entrance when I caught sight of Nick dashing out of the door with a stick of cigarette in his hand. He was coming directly at me, and deep down, I thought he wanted to take me with him.

But he approached, checked the time through his wrist watch, and the next was a thunderous slap across my cheek that sent me staggering backwards.

“What the hell! You're an hour late and they left angrily. I'm going to sell you off tonight for three days…” he yelled and the next thing was his hand pulling my hair.