Illicit Desires With My Best Friend's Father

"We should end things now, Irene. There’s nothing more between us. I - I have never loved you.” Jayden said bluntly, showing no concern for how his words might affect me. My heart felt heavy, and my eyes widened in disbelief. Was he truly serious? Did he really want to end our relationship so abruptly, after everything I had done for him? I had spent years loving him wholeheartedly, believing he felt the same way, but I was completely wrong. He never loved me; he only saw me as a means to satisfy his desires. I thought he felt the same way towards me but I was wrong. I was damn wrong! He never loved me. He only saw me as his s*x tool. "How could you do this to me, Jayden? You know I love you. I’ve always supported you, even when my friends doubted your feelings. I stood by you because I believed in our love." "Don’t start with that!" he snapped, moving closer until our faces were just inches apart, his breath warm against my skin. His gaze lingered on my lips as he gently brushed his thumb across them. Despite how tempting his touch was, I struggled to resist, fully aware of his true feelings toward me. "So you only see me as your s*x mate and nothing else? So, to you, we're only having a fling and – and not a relationship?" I asked amidst shaky breath as he ran his fingers on my cheek, his bluish flirty eyes staying on mine for a moment. "Yes Irene. I - I can't have a serious relationship with you. I'm only interested in s*x and not relationships. I hope you un—" My hand shot out, the palm connecting with his cheek, twisting his neck to the side. He held his face, and my intense, bloodshot eyes bore into his. "What was that for?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to the pain he had just inflicted on me. He hurt me deeply by ending things with me because I devoted my life to him, sacrificing my time just to be with him. I never realized he was merely toying with my emotions. Even when my friends warned me about him, I dismissed their concerns, believing they were envious of our relationship. Now I see they were right all along. "Don’t act so surprised, Irene. You should have noticed the signs that I wasn’t interested in a serious relationship. I’m just a playboy, and that’s all I’ll ever be. I never loved you. I only dated you to know what you taste like.” I slapped him hard on the cheek once again and this time around, tears welled up my eyes as I couldn't control it. Just when I was still yelling at him, the door opened and a lady in a short revealing dress entered the room and walked up to Jayden. She ignored my existence as she moved on to wrap her arms around Jayden before leaning in to give him a kiss. Their lips smacked and they both moaned as they fondled each other, not minding the fact that I was in their presence. "Go Irene, or else you'd get more hurt watching us get intimate." Jayden said while removing his denim jacket which exposed his tattooed shoulder. The lady ran her fingers along his collarbone, chewed her gum loudly, and shot me a disdainful glance. In a flat, irritating tone, she addressed Jayden, "Why don't you let her watch? Maybe she’ll find satisfaction in seeing us together." Jayden shrugged, drew her closer, and then gently pushed her onto the bed with a flick of his finger. She squealed and wiggled her toes, eagerly waiting for his next move.. My eyes reddened as I watched the scene displayed in front of me. Unable to bear it any more, I scurried out of the room and slammed the door angrily behind me, hurrying down the stairs so I could get a cab to drive me home. Jayden didn't even bother to call me back. What a damn bastard he was! ** Crying over someone like Jayden wasn’t worth my time. Since my parents died, I've been on my own, struggling to make ends meet. Jayden saved me from a dangerous situation with some bandits, and we grew close, eventually starting to date. He was tall, handsome, and every girl's crush, but I didn't realize he was seeing other girls besides me. We both lived in Arizona where he attended a prestigious university. He was wealthy and had only a father and a sibling, neither of whom I’ve ever met since they don't live in Arizona. While he was in his freshman year, I was finishing high school. I hoped our relationship would last because he seemed to understand me better than anyone else. However, it became clear he was only interested in flirting and protecting me due to our age difference. Now, I’m on a commercial bus heading back to New York City, ready to start a new chapter. Having completed high school, my next goal is to find work in New York until I can get admission into the University at Buffalo. As I scrolled through pictures of Jayden on my phone, each image felt like a stab to my heart, as memories of his betrayal overwhelmed me. At a restaurant, I downed several beers, desperately trying to drown my thoughts of him. After deleting his pictures, I soon felt the urgent need to use the bathroom. Drunk and disoriented, I stumbled around the elegant bar, squinting through my blurry vision as I searched for the ladies' room. While I was still staggering, I finally sighted a door with the word RESTROOM on it. Not minding if it wasn't for the ladies, I hurried into it and bumped into a man in a classy Navy suit. He had this beautifully carved chiseled jaw, spiky dark hair, and smooth beards. "Let me in. My bladder is full," I muttered, my eyes fixed on his deep brown eyes which gave me a calculating gaze as it held me in their grasp. When he didn't budge, I pushed him gently and rushed into the restroom, not realizing that it was the male restroom. "Ahhh! Finally!" I sighed and smiled when I came out, feeling relieved to have emptied my bladder. After rubbing my eyes, I saw the same man standing and watching me, his eyes narrowing in confusion. He was probably shocked to see me in the male restroom. I shifted to his side and embraced him, marveling at his masculine presence—he resembled a Greek god, exuding a hot and dashing allure. I couldn’t understand why his touch had such an immediate effect on me. "You look great, Mr. Man. What are you doing in the ladies' restroom? Have you been waiting for me?" I asked boldly, feeling the effects of the drink. As his fingers traced down my shoulders, I let out a soft moan, my mind filled with playful and flirtatious thoughts. "Why aren't you answering my question?" I asked as I rolled my eyes and wobbled in his grasp. My brows creased in disappointment when he remained speechless. Just when I was about to turn to leave, he pulled me closer and placed his lips on mine. When I thought of how Jayden used me for his own pleasure, I decided to retaliate by giving myself to this handsome stranger in front of me. I felt this was a better way to get back at Jayden. The man pushed me to the wall and placed his hands on it, his lips claiming mine hungrily. He cupped my breast while I held his shoulders and dragged him closer to me, trying hard to be even with our kisses. We made our way to a luxurious and classy room in the bar. There, he pushed me on the bed and removed his tie before hurling it in any direction. I unsnapped my bra and he leaned forward to give me love bites on my neck, causing me to moan. He appeared much older than me. He was old enough to be my father but trust me, he handles me way better than Jayden. "Do you consent to this?" The man asked but since I was filled with lust, I nodded and dragged his head closer to mine, leaning in to give him a hungry kiss.