Yes, daddy

Episode 7

Soon, we reach our room. Unbeknownst to us, my friend is still in the room, unaware that we are about to return. As we enter, we overhear her on the phone, saying, If they find out the truth, I'll kill them both.

We are shocked. Why would my friend want to kill us? She supposedly had feelings for him, so what is this truth she's talking about?

He turns to my friend and asks, What are you saying? We both heard it.

As soon as my friend hears this, she gets visibly tense. She starts thinking to herself, How can I twist this situation so they trust me?

My friend replies, I don’t know what you heard, but what I just heard is really strange. Did you know your dad just called? He said, If he and she find out about this, I’ll kill them both. I’m shocked... Ever since I heard this, I can’t stop thinking about it. How could he even think of doing something like that?

I jump in, That’s impossible! We just got back from there. I brought him back safely. If Dad wanted to do something like that, he would have done it already.

My friend hesitates and says, I don’t know, but he said, I’ll treat them with love for now. Once they start trusting me, I’ll take action. And, you two, I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have told your dad about your relationship. At first, I thought he wasn’t a good guy, which is why I did it. But now I realize he’s perfect for you. I get that now.

Just as she finishes speaking, her phone rings. She steps out to take the call, leaving me and him confused.

We sit together, trying to make sense of everything. He says, What can we do now? Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. Just promise me you won’t leave my side. We’ll figure this out.

I nod and reply, I know. Let’s just stop talking about this for now. The whole day has been so stressful. Let’s go for a drive to clear our heads.

He agrees, and we head out to the car. As we drive, the cool breeze and the quiet of the evening help us relax a little. We don’t talk much, but his presence is comforting. After a while, we decide to head back home, feeling a bit better.

Just as we were about to step into the car, we spotted my friend’s friend. While talking to her, we learned something shocking: my friend is a lesbian.

This news leaves us even more confused. If she’s a lesbian, why does she have his photos saved? I turn to him, I don’t understand anything anymore. You need to do something.

The two of us get into the car, and as he drives, he places a comforting hand on my thigh, trying to calm me down.

I say, I feel so weird. I don’t understand what’s going on. I then ask him to stop the car and switch to his lap, taking control of the wheel. I tell him to drive slowly, adding, When I’m close to you, all my tension disappears.

The biggest question remains: If my friend is a lesbian, why does she have his photos? Or is her friend lying? This mystery will be unraveled in the next chapter.

As soon as we returned to our country, we decided to distance ourselves from everything and everyone. Two days later, we finally reached home, lost in our own little world.

While we were sitting together, reflecting on everything that had happened, I received a call from an unknown number.

I answered and asked who it was.

It was my ex. He said I had forgotten him too soon.

I replied, saying I don’t remember people who don’t matter.

He told me he wanted to meet me the next day.

I shot back, asking if he was drunk and what made him think I’d agree.

He confidently said that I would, and if not, he had other ways to make me.

I immediately ended the call.

He asked me who it was.

I told him it was my ex, who wanted to meet me because he had something to say, but I had refused.

He said that was a good decision.

Later that night, after I got home, I received a text from my ex.

The message said that if I didn’t meet him the next day, he would reveal my family’s secret. He said my boyfriend would leave me, and if I loved him even a little, I should meet him.

Panic set in. If he found out about my family’s secret, he’d never speak to me again. I had no choice but to meet my ex.

The next day, without telling him, I went to meet my ex. Unfortunately, one of his school friends, Kane, saw me with another guy and immediately informed him.

Hearing this, he felt deeply hurt. He thought to himself that it didn’t matter if I met my ex since our relationship was built on trust and freedom. But why did I lie to him?

He met Kane to talk about it.

Kane assumed I was dating both of them at the same time and warned him to stay away from me.

He replied that it wasn’t like that, but the fact that I had lied hurt him. He felt like crying. If I went back to my ex, what would happen to him? He couldn’t imagine life without me.

Kane called him crazy and said love happens multiple times. If one girl cheats, he should find another. He even added that he was good looking and could get anyone.

He said he didn’t want anyone else. Kane wouldn’t understand. He decided to go home

That night, at 11 PM, I called him

I told him to come over because I needed to see him right away

He hesitated, asking what if someone saw him

I reassured him, saying everyone was asleep, and I was in the downstairs room. No one would know

He sneaked into my house

He asked if I had gone somewhere earlier because his friend had seen me with someone.

I hesitated before saying yes, but told him to forget it. I suggested we go for a walk in the garden because I wasn’t feeling great.

He wondered why I was lying again. It hurt even more.

We walked and talked, eventually reaching the pool. Suddenly, I slipped and fell into the water

Without a second thought, he jumped in and pulled me into his arms.

He told me I couldn’t even take care of myself.

I smiled and replied that’s why I had him.

My nightdress was soaked, clinging to my body. My wet hair stuck to my neck. He tucked a strand behind my ear and kissed my neck

I whispered that no one would see us, and he could do whatever he wanted.

He pulled me closer, his hands gripping my waist as he kissed me. His fingers traced my curves, making me gasp softly

I confessed that ever since he came into my life, I had become so attached to him. Everything he did, I loved. I just wanted him close to me, always. I begged him never to leave me and told him I loved him deeply.

He smirked and asked Oh really?

I nodded, saying I had never loved anyone the way I loved him.

He lifted me in his arms and carried me to my room, making sure no one saw us.

He gently laid me on the bed.

I hesitated, telling him to stop, not to come closer.

But neither of us could resist. Our lips met in a passionate kiss

I whispered, asking if we could go for three or four rounds tonight.

He teased, saying even five or six if I could handle it.

I admitted I love every part of him.

He grinned and said he loved the way I took every part of him.

I challenged him to show me, saying I couldn’t control myself anymore.

He hesitated, saying he didn’t have protection.

I smirked, telling him I did because I knew he wouldn’t. He was always ready but too shy to buy it.

He chuckled and said only his strength and stamina could satisfy me.

I laughed, telling him I knew that already and to hurry up.

He kissed me deeply, unbuttoning his shirt as I unbuckled his belt. I whispered that I’d put it on him and he’d love it.

He slid his fingers inside me while kissing me, making me struggle to kiss him back. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and thrust into me. I could barely moan, struggling just to breathe.

He admitted that he used to think my laugh was his favorite sound, but after hearing my moans, he had a new favorite.

I gasped, telling him to stop.

He hushed me, whispering Just a little more, my love

He grabbed my hair, making me look at myself as he moved deeper inside me.

I moaned in pain but begged him to go faster.

He smirked, saying he loved hearing his name from my lips like that.

His hand traced between my legs as he whispered that I was his only his. If anyone even dared to look at me wrong, he wouldn’t spare them.

I shuddered, admitting I was addicted to him. But that was enough for the night he should leave before someone heard us. We’d continue tomorrow.

He agreed, teasing that protein powders didn’t build his body drinking my “milk” daily would do the job much faster.

I laughed, telling him he’d get what he wanted because I was all his, only his.

After some time, he left quietly, making sure no one found out.