Seducing My Best Friend's Hot Dad

Melody's POV “Don't tell me you cried the whole way here?” Bianca enveloped me in the tightest hug ever. The one-hour drive to her father's summer house was even worse than the breakup. “Do you know what it feels like to get cheated on? I don't have self-esteem right now,” I whined, my throat still burning from all the tears I shed. Bianca's eyes went glossy. “I'm sorry—” “Don't you dare cry with me! You still haven't stopped.” Oh my best friend. “You're in so much pain, I just…I don't know…I feel like—” “I'm hungry, feed me.” I was going to be just fine—I just needed to forget George's words in my ears first. He was aggressively pounding into the new girl at school at his place. No single apology, just the classical; “It's not you, it's me. We don't match. Maybe I'm bad at satisfying you.” Then it became all me. “You're really terrible, Melody. All you have is your face. You can't do anything with the rest of your body, and you won't even let me eat you out. What were you expecting would happen when you're f*****g stiff?” Tears rimmed in my eyes again, but I wiped them off. Bianca dragged me to the kitchen, sat my ass on top of a stool, and set five plates of different meals before me. The night had fallen upon us, expensive lighting illuminating the mansion. “You're not expecting me to eat all of this, right? I'll gain weight and finally kill myself.” She laughed so hard she almost collapsed. “Just eat. Be okay for me, bestie.” If I were a lesbian, I'd kiss her passionately on the lips right now— Right. George also said I was a bad kisser. I cannot exist right now. I put the first spoonful in, and flavors exploded in my mouth. “Oh my God, It's so good!” I dug in like I was crazed. My eyes caught the grand island, the drapes, the expensive kitchenware, but not the owner of the house. What's it been, five years since I last saw him? His house exuded calm, a sharp contrast to my parents' cat-and-dog mansion. “What about Mr Callaghan?” She rolled her eyes. “You're still calling him that? I told you we could share my dad. Just call him dad and watch how his face would light up. He's always wanted another child and you know it.” I absolutely had a dad. I just had no idea if he remembered he had a daughter, too deep in his latest scandal with my mom. My ever-famous embarrassing parents. I'm sure Bianca saw the news, she just knew I didn't want to feel like extra s**t right now. “I'll try.” “Bianca?” My spoon hung in the air as a deep male voice called out to Bianca in the distance. Her eyes gleamed. Mr Callaghan? He soon came into view in five-thousand-dollar shoes, brown pants, an iced-out watch, and my gaze kept lifting until I reached his face. Blue eyes were already on me. I swallowed. Uhm…wow. I stared back at a man with silver threads making up his hair, clean-cut in a damning way, and heat rose along my arms from nowhere. His masculine angles were ridiculously sharp, as though he'd never aged a day over thirty. Veiny muscles strained beneath his clothes, and something in my stomach warmed up to an alarming temperature without my permission. And my God, that friggin stubble? How devastating was this man I was finally seeing after five years? He was mature, rugged, nothing boyishly pretty—he was all man and teeth— Melody— Wait. What's happening to me? I rubbed my eyes, begging myself to stop staring at his face in a way that wasn't appropriate. “Melody, you're here.” I cleared my throat. “Yes…yes, Sir.” Bianca side-eyed me. “I mean, daddy.” I almost cringed. Something prominent in his throat bobbed, and did I just catch his pupils…dilate? George had me starved and hurt, and I was now imagining things. “She told me you were coming. I see she's taking good care of you.” I nodded, words failing me. “Let me go freshen up. Bianca, we're not done with our conversation.” Her smile vanished, and my eyes narrowed on her as her dad headed up the stairs. This mischievous girl. “Just what did you do now?” I asked. Bianca was the most chaotic person I knew, and she couldn't help but fall into trouble. “Gosh!” She hissed. “You know Angel from school, and Josh?” I nodded. “Dad caught us having a threesome. He's such a prude.” She rolled her eyes. “He almost killed me five days ago.” I couldn't believe that of all the ridiculous things she just said in one breath, only one thing stood out to me. He's a prude. “Are you even listening? Where's your mind?” she yelled. “Yes, yes…threesome? I don't think it's the worst thing you've done—” “Exactly, you get me. No wonder I love you the most in the world. You understand…” She was being increasingly patronizing, and it was getting suspicious. “Where are you going with this?” My eyes squinted, then I noticed the slow movement of her hands rubbing against each other. Fuck. “Bianca, no. No.” I shook my head vigorously. “Come on. Just help me. Don't you love me?” “Bianca…” I heaved a sigh. This girl might just kill me. “But you've always apologized for me. He's not ready to forgive me, but I'm sure he'll consider it if you at least talk to him.” “Fine, but this is the last time I'll ever let you throw me into the lion's den. You have a dad who comes home and remembers you, so you shouldn't be a brat, okay?” She nodded. Normally, Bianca would question me even though I was right. I guess she really wanted his forgiveness this time around. After dinner, Bianca guided me up the stairs, her hands visibly shaking. All of a sudden, she pushed me through the main doors that led to his very majestic and private wing, then she shut them behind me. “Bianca!” I screamed. “I'll be right here!” How did I end up being best friends with this girl? Taking deep breaths, I tiptoed through the short hall, oozing with the cologne of a man who didn't take nonsense for a living. Mr Callaghan was the CEO of the biggest bar in New York, owned a large bakery with several branches all over the world, and was still a renowned architect/contractor. The man forgot to pick a struggle when he decided to pick a career path—good thing he was successful in all three fields. That was why he was so intimidating. The door to his room was slightly ajar, but I still pressed my knuckles to his door and knocked. I knocked twice, then I peeped into the room, the door moving slightly apart to my touch. I caught an image, and air left my lungs. “Oh my…” My knees buckled, my heart plunging. At the far end of the room, bright lights shone on a mirror. In front of it was my best friend's father, freshly out of the shower, naked. Fuck. My eyes traveled down before I could stop them, and that's when my jaw dropped. He was packing. It was heavy, fat, and angry veins spread along his length, too erect there was no way he wasn't in pain. Monstrous wasn't cutting what he had between his legs, and I couldn't get my eyes to stop staring. He had his hand wrapped around it, stroking, grunting, his eyes tightly shut, sweat already clinging to his forehead like he'd been at it for a while, his growls grave. His other hand smacked across his cheek, making me almost jerk backward. “Stop it, Ronald. Stop it. Get her out of your f*****g head!” My eyes widened. A tattoo of a snake stretched along his right arm, the deadliest yet most inviting I'd ever seen, just like the owner— Jesus Christ— Overwhelming heat surged, crawling up my neck at an alarming speed. Why…why was I thinking about a man old enough to be my father, in such a manner? This couldn't be happening. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth. My thighs clenched. Jesus. I watched his muscles tighten. Goosebumps rose along my arms, conveying burning heat. Why was this happening to me? He stroked harder. This man was no prude. God, no. I should get out of here, I shouldn't see this— “So what if she's twenty-two? She's still a f*****g child. She's off-limits. I shouldn't want her mouth wrapped around my c**k…” I stood still. He stroked so hard I could see the whites of his eyes. My thighs clenched again. “Ronald! You're respected in society. Don't let that girl ruin it. Think of Bianca, you f*****g beast,” he roared. Who was this woman he was m**********g to with a hunger I had never experienced from a man in my life? His muscles locked more, and this man almost came crashing down, a powerful growl escaping his lips as he combusted, thick c*m splattering across the whole mirror. I shut my eyes, horrified by the realization that my core was throbbing hard, begging to be touched…sucked. I've never let a man eat me out before. God. I opened my eyes, hard ass directly in my vision, and I shut them again. (I was in front of that mirror, drool escaping the sides of my mouth, my eyes red with tears. I was bent over, his hands on my naked waist, my t**s bouncing, and he was pounding into me from behind. I was that woman he couldn't stop f*****g his fist to—) A loud gasp escaped me. Melody! With my chest heaving, I decided to make a run for it. I was out of my mind. Just then, his eyes caught mine from the mirror.