Obsessed With My Father’s Boss

Watching My Mr Rowan

Rhea’s POV

Watching Mr. Rowan from my bedroom window never got old. He moved like he owned the world, his broad shoulders perfectly fitted in that red shirt, the faint curl of cigar smoke marking his presence. My father walked beside him, talking quietly, but I wasn’t listening. My gaze was locked, my pulse hammering, and my thoughts… filthy.

I remembered the first time I’d met him. Ten-year-old me, wide-eyed and innocent, had taken the ball he tossed me. That deep, commanding voice calling my name had stayed with me—burned into me. And now, ten years later, every curve, every line of him made me ache in ways that were both thrilling and humiliating.

Still glued to the window, I noticed a soft smile cross his lips and a small tap on the roof of his car, before he slid into his new BMW. I knew it was new, six days old to be precise. You guessed right. I was not just his secret admirer, I was his stalker too. Don’t judge.

As his car disappeared down the street, I sank back onto the bed. “Oh damn… he looked good in that red shirt,” I muttered, my thighs pressing together on their own. Just the thought of him had me dripping. “Damn you, Rhea,” I cursed under my breath as I reached for my vibrator.

It was customized, his name written boldly on it. Mr. Rowan. Yeah, I was also a creep too. I slid out of my damp panties and switched it on. The low buzz shot straight through me, filling me with anticipation. I grabbed the picture of him that I kept hidden under my pillow.

The moment it touched me, I gasped, head falling back as my hand clutched the sheets. ‘Yeah… Mr. Rowan…’ I moaned, hips moving on their own.

“f**k…” I gasped, biting my lip to keep quiet. I was already so close. My body knew it too, the way my hips rocked against the bed, chasing the feeling.

“Mr. Rowan, you’re going to make me c*m so bad,” I breathed out, and just like that, the wave hit. A strong, pulsing orgasm ripped through me. I bit down harder on my lip, riding it out as it shook my body.

I let out a shaky breath and set the vibrator aside. “Damn… that was intense,” I whispered, trying to steady my weak legs.

Then I reached for my phone, and my eyes nearly popped out. Twenty missed calls were sitting pretty on my phone.

“s**t!” I shot up from the bed. It was my best girl’s birthday, and somehow, I had completely forgotten. And now, I was f*****g late.

I scrambled from the bed, my legs still weak, heart hammering, showered quickly, and threw on the first outfit I could find. My long blonde hair fell over my shoulders, my green eyes bright beneath long lashes. I glanced in the mirror, tried to calm my racing mind, but I was still flushed from earlier.

“Dad, I’m off,” I called, rushing downstairs.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Rhea… remember. No alcohol.”

“I’m in college, Dad. I can handle myself.” I held up the car keys with a grin.

We shared a smile and a quick laugh. “Boys are no good,” we said together, the old ritual. I hugged him and bolted out the door, speeding to Lyra’s party.

The music hit me before I even stepped out of the car. My chest tightened with nerves, but excitement overpowered my anxiety. That’s when Tasha appeared, flanked by her usual crew. My number one frenemy.

“You’re late,” she snapped, smirking.

“Yeah, I had something important to take care of,” I said. The seriousness in my voice almost made me laugh, but remembering that “something important,” a silly smile tugged at my lips.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” I added sweetly as I gently nudged past Tasha and headed toward the birthday girl.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I got closer to Lyra, who was practically glaring holes into me from across the room. “You look stunning, Lyra.” My eyes dragged over her outfit dramatically.

“I thought you got kidnapped and had your organs harvested,” Lyra said, still glaring.

“Come on. You’d be friendless forever. You love me too much,” I shot back playfully.

“Happy birthday, b***h,” I said, pulling her into a hug despite her weak attempt to fight me off.

“You picked a man over me,” Lyra muttered.

“He didn’t come around today,” I lied. Lyra was the only one who knew about my secret obsession with Mr. Rowan. She was honestly tired of hearing his name at this point.

“You bloody liar,” she whispered. “I know he did, and you watched him from the window like a creep.”

I rolled my eyes. “He didn’t come. I just had a lot to put together.”

Lyra smirked. “Yeah… like m**********g to his pictures again.”

My head snapped around as I quickly covered her mouth. “Shh! I didn’t,” I said, suddenly shy.

“Girl, you are crazy. Come on, let me introduce you to some fresh-blooded men ready to take your precious virginity.”

And just like that, Lyra dragged me toward a group of boys.