His Best friend's Daughter

Chapter One

Kyra

I roll my travelling box through the airport excited to see my uncle for the summer. It had been an unconventional approach to gain this freedom to fly down to Los Angeles to spend my summer Holiday with my uncle.

After relentless begging and promises, my dad agreed to my request. And that is how I ended up here.

I find my name boldly written on a white placard. My heart starts to pump crazily as I approach the man holding my name.

Toren is my dad's best friend and I have been in love with him for God knows how long. He was like a father to me until I started to notice his looks, the rock like abs perfectly lined on his sides and the way he looked at me with his tender ocean eyes. Damn, it did a lot to me.

My crush developed as I grew older. He was way older than me, but anytime I saw him or whenever he spoke to me on the phone, he gave me that belly butterfly effect.

I have been saving myself for him. And this summer, I am going to give him my V-card.

I look around the waiting area in search of him but I only find his driver.

My lips pout deflatedly knowing that Toren puts his business before me. I hand my luggage to the chauffeur and follow him out of the airport. He holds out the door of a black Mercedes for me and I enter inside, a bit tired from the flight.

The drive through the city felt the same from the last time I visited Los Angeles. I bury my attention on my phone, scrolling through i********: until we arrive at Toren's large and exquisite mansion.

It has been two years since I had been to his house. Now, I am eighteen and different with one agenda on my mind —to be his woman.

I hurry into his house, ignoring the maids who take out my things from the car. The first place I go to is his room. The bed deepens as I throw myself on it. It smells so much like him. Toren, has this moody cologne that makes it irresistible to stay away from.

I sniff in his scent and roll around his bed. I imagine myself wrapped in his arms, cuddling intimately with him like lovers do. My v****a clamps tight at the thought of being in his arms.

Satisfied with absorbing his sweet scent, I get up from his bed and rush into his closet. Toren adores himself in designer brands and luxury which is perfect for him.

I grab one of his white shirts from his wardrobe and change out of my own clothes. I wonder what he will think of me if he comes home and finds me in his shirt.

Red spread across my cheeks as I stare at my innocent self in the standing mirror.

I am only wearing a pink underwear, my boobs free from bra. I go down to the kitchen and think cooking something nice since Toren will be back from work soon.

The kitchen staff let me take control of the kitchen and dismissed themselves for the day. I learned some culinary skills from my best friend Chloe while in England with the intention of using it for this day. As it is said, the way to a man's heart is his belly.

I get down with preparing the dish, focusing on the main chicken broth. It's Toren's favorite. Don't ask me how I know. I mean any girl with a crush will know everything about the man she loves, right?

My lips widens into a proud smile as I taste the soup. Spicy and flavored just as he likes it.

I turn off stove and move to cut the vegetables when I hear the sound of a car drive in. He is back!

My heart does that somersault thing it does when I get nervous. Will he send me away? Will he look at me like that same little girl he pampered years ago?

The knife in my hand jabs the wooden board, causing the vegetables on the side to scatter on the floor.

‘Easy, Kyra. Be positive and everything will go smoothly.' I calmly tell myself, dismissing the thought of negativity.

I have this strong perception that I can get whatever I want. All my life, my parents, relatives, and Toren always gives me what I want. It won't be so bad if I ask for something more than usual, right?

"Kyra?" I stiffen as I hear his voice, deep and dark, it makes my belly churn with butterflies.

The sound of his footsteps approaching speeds up my heart rate. I don't know if I can face him with what I am wearing. What if he revokes me?

My hands tug on the hem of his shirt with my head lowered. I stare at the vegetables as if they have grown imaginary petals.

“Kyra," he voice fills the kitchen, triggering my senses into full awareness.

"Toren," I squeal as I run towards him. He opens his arms and welcome me with a big hug.

"Hey, kiddo." He lifts me up and I crash my boobs on his muscled-chest that is so prominent even under his thick suit. I wrap my legs around his waist, sniffing in his heavenly scent.

He smells so divine.

“I have missed you. Did you miss me?" I ask, shaking my body in a way that made me boobs bounce.

I don't fail to notice the line of his eyes on my chest and I smile knowing it caught his attention.

“I missed you kiddo." He lets me slide down his body. "You are all grown compared to when I last saw you."

"I won't be a little girl forever. I am an adult now," I chime with my best face card smile.

“You must be hungry. I prepared your favorite dish," I say, taking his hand and leading him to the mini dining table at the corner of the kitchen. "Wait here." I wink at him and sway my hips back to the counter.

Feeling his gaze at my back, I deliberately drop a wooden spoon on the floor.

“Clumsy me." I smile, bending over in a way makes his shirt hump up to my waist and reveal my pink underwear.

He clears his throat and starts a conversation to kill the tension.

“So how is school?"

"School is fine. Done my major defense and got my first certificate. Next semester will conclude my third year."

"That's good to hear. Any idea of what you will like to do after college?"

“Yeah, I will like to work with a major at gallery here in Los Angeles. Daddy approves of it." I walk over to him with the bowl of chicken broth and set it on the table. "Enough about me, Uncle. Are you single?" I ask boldly.

He glides his gaze up and down as if contemplating on what to answer. He has no idea, how hot he looks right now!

“Single, I don't intend to date any time soon too."

"Oh, what about a sugar baby?" I ask coming out direct as I hold his intensifying gaze.