Affair with My Dadddy's Best friend

As he violently rolled off of me, his chest heaving up and down, I lay flat on my back, expressionless. To be honest, I never found sex to be enjoyable; it was a dull act. Maybe happiness in general, or maybe that's what I'm lacking in life. I got up, picked up my silk robe from above my couch, and went to my enormous glass window. Today, the city was silent, and the lights shone brilliantly, resembling stars.

I detest living in a city because of how loud it is all the time and how the dense people prevent you from ever seeing the stars.

"What's wrong?" I wanted to answer everything when Bodhi asked, but then my father's words kept repeating in my thoughts.

"Money is a price you'll have to pay with your body this time."

I pretended to smile before turning to face him again. He was leaning on his elbows to support himself while he was lying on the bed. There's no doubting his heat, yet despite the white sheets hanging around his toned chest, my body doesn't find him attractive.

"Nothing, bebê." With a purr and a fluid hip-swing, I observed my body as if it were a temple, and he gazed at me. His dainty hands gently dragged me down by my tiny waist as I slowly ascended to the top of the bed on my knees.

He's always had his eyes on me; I simply didn't realize it until my father went bankrupt, at which point I began to give him some thought. It was cruel, and my father made the decision to pursue me rather than me. My dad is from a wealthy family, and because my fiancé's father is his best friend, he knows a lot about the Rhodes.

Naturally, I felt awful for using him as a kind of bargaining chip, but I was forced to do so by my family.

"Isn't it crazy how our wedding is literally around the corner?" In his tone, he seems to be shocked at how quickly time is passing.

I'm marrying you without even knowing your middle name-isn't that crazy?

"I can't wait." I sighed dreamily and grinned.

The sex, the smiles, the feelings-everything was staged. I had no feelings at all for this man, not even the tiniest touch of camaraderie.

"Are you excited to meet my dad?" I wanted to jump off the balcony and never come back, he asked.

"Of course, he's my father-in-law." I forced another smile out of me.

I feel that my dad's insistence that I get into a relationship with him and give up my body and dignity has much contributed to the reason why I detest Bodhi; I find it repulsive to have sex with someone I know I'll never want to. You would think that he would notice someone after his money, but love has clouded his mind so much that he doesn't see things clearly. All I want is money; I don't want personal or close relationships.

I pressed myself into his chest, kissing him all the way down his abs as my hooded eyes darted up to meet his. His head cocked back in seduction. I swept my hair over my shoulder and sank my teeth into his flesh. With a loud, pained groan, he leaped to his feet, and a sinister smile formed against my full lips.

Mankind has always been so feeble; he glares at me and says, "Ow, what the hell, Talitha?" I apologize; I was simply wanting to have a little fun." I furrowed my brow slightly and fluttered my lashes at him.

He brushes it off and saunters up to try to kiss me. I saw the change in his countenance when I turned down his kiss. Kissing is intimate and something I cherish greatly; thus, I won't let my first kiss be with someone I don't love.

I was forced to kiss since it's the only thing about sex that I can control and that my dad cannot take away from me.

"Just get dressed, alright." He gets up and lifts his boxers, and I give him a nod before he leaves our room.

I approached my body mirror and caressed the side of my face in an attempt to make myself happy. I kept practicing my smile until I finally got the hang of it, but it wasn't working.

Inhale Tawila

After taking a long, hot shower that was much needed, I felt refreshed and prepared to go. I was wearing both my massive engagement ring and my regular gold jewelry. I will never get used to wearing a diamond this size. I took out one of my beautiful dresses that Bodhi had given me. I hate to say it, but his taste is excellent. It was a tiny, orange leather dress with pearls on the back straps. A tiny cutout next to my left leg displayed my tan thigh.

My hair was already curled from this morning, and it just barely covered my buttocks. Just to give myself a little more volume, I put on some white heels and doused myself in perfume.

Before leaving my room, I put a smile back on my face and noticed Bodhi by the door, adjusting his tie in the mirror. I cleared my throat, and he turned to face me, a broad smile just barely visible. Not only do my parents and my fiancé keep me on a strict diet, but I found it annoying that he relished the thought of flaunting me like I was some kind of prize.

While waiting for my parents downstairs, Bodhi was too preoccupied with inspecting himself to realize that I was beginning to feel anxious. I gave my mom's cheek a gentle peck before reaching over and giving my dad a kiss once they made it downstairs, and he finally stopped staring at himself in the mirror.

Inaudibly, he took hold of my elbow. "I want you to be on your best behavior tonight." He gives me a sharp whisper in my ear, and I swallow before brushing it off with a tiny smile.

He spoke to me in a tone that indicated he was serious about tonight, as in, if I did something wrong, he would punish me.

We all headed to the car, and the entire drive was made up of terrible jokes and fake laughter.

I had everything a little child could ask for growing up-I was cherished by both of my parents and shielded by my elder brother. Back then, everything was wonderful; we were all together and content as a family, but these days, nothing is the same as family. My brother began using drugs to erase his troubles, my mom began drinking her worries away, and Dad began gambling and gradually began to lose every penny of our money.

If you're wondering where that leaves me, I have an abusive father, a poisonous mother, and a sibling who betrays me.

"My dad already has a table inside the restaurant for us." My mother chimes in happiness, Bodhi says.

I don't know how much longer I can look out the window without getting annoyed enough to roll my eyes. The restaurant oozed money, so I intertwined my fingers with my fiancé's, and we stepped inside. Everybody was decked up in elegant attire, including their pets, and the restaurant was completely covered with diamonds, including the patrons.

As we rounded the corner, my parents were waiting for us, clearly embracing my fiancé's father with their arms spread wide. I was unable to see anything in front of my parents since Bodhi let go of my hand and moved directly in front of me. They welcomed our guest in such a dramatic way that I rolled my eyes and took a step back.

His dad doesn't seem to care.

Instead, I fixed my gaze on the location, and although I've been to numerous upscale restaurants, I wasn't impressed, and it was starting to get monotonous. Just then, I noticed someone clearing their throat, and I quickly looked back. At last, my parents and Bodhi stood to the side.

My gaze gradually followed the figure who stood before me-it was unquestionably not Bodhi. This guy had a large dahlia flower against the top of his hand and words tattooed across his knuckles. As I followed my gaze up his dark blue suit, I noticed another tattoo over his neck: a small-lettered version of his name, Bodhi. As my gaze finally locked with his, his piercing gray eyes nearly sent me into a new century.

I have never seen a man quite like this one, and there aren't enough adjectives to express how amazing he is. I had briefly considered being gay, but after seeing this god in front of me, I'm not sure. A moment before, air was pounding through my lungs, but now it was rushing up to my cheeks, making me blush slightly.

"You must be Talitha." His thick southern accent made me uncontrollably clench my legs together.

He extended his massive, heavy hand to shake mine. The image of his hand around my throat made me gag. I turned to look at my father, who was giving me a hard look and nudging me to get over there so we could shake hands. I turned to face Bodhi's father and forced a smile to come to my lips before putting my hand in his; his skin was warm compared to mine, which was frigid.

"What gave it away?" With a trace of fun in my voice, I asked.

"My son said you were drop-dead gorgeous; that's what gave it away." His remarks seemed intelligent, as he grinned. I nearly forgot that this man is going to be my future father-in-law for a little while as my eyes lit up with mischief as I considered all the ways he could chastise me.

"And you are?" With my eyebrow slightly lifted, I posed the question to him while our hands remained linked.

He raised my hand to his velvety lips. "Kaz Rhodes, darling." I felt shivers run down my spine as he whispered against me.

I should enjoy this.

With a swift motion, my fiancé rushed to my side and leaned his hand against my back. I was staring at his dad far too long for his comfort, and that movement said more than words could have. With my head turned away from the floor, Bodhi put his arm around my neck and drew me in close to his chest.

"I told you, dad, that she's gorgeous." Bodhi grinned proudly; he naturally wanted to flaunt my attractiveness.

"That she is." Kaz responds quickly.

"It's a Cardoso thing; our Brazilian genes are strong." My father chuckles loudly in response.

"Wait till I introduce her to my team; they're all going to be so jealous." I felt ashamed when I saw Bodhi laughing with my dad in the same way.

I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to divert my gaze from the fact that both Bodhi and my dad were staring at me like I was a piece of meat for sale. Kaz frowned and shook his head, remaining silent as he looked at his son.

"She's your future wife, not your investment son." In order to avoid my father hearing him, Kaz whispers quietly.

I gradually raised my gaze to meet his. He had his full attention fixed on his son, not on me at all.

"You know that, baby, right?" Bodhi shifts his focus to me. What a moron!

I tried my best to hide the glitter of melancholy in my eyes as I forced a phony grin.

"Of course." I responded in a brief manner.

With an air of curiosity, Kaz gazed at me, and I recoiled like a foolish person. I'm still sore from the previous night, so I couldn't take the chance of getting punished by my dad tonight.

"Let's take our seats." I was grateful to my mother for relieving me of some of my stress.

Kaz was seated directly next to me, so my plan to stay as far away from him as possible didn't exactly work out. The table was a simple round one with vines wrapped around the soft sides. When he unintentionally touched his shoulder with mine, Bodhi intertwined our fingers, causing my shoulders to stiffen.

This man just won't stop showing me off.

"Order anything on the menu; it's all my treat." Holding the menu in front of his face, Kaz says

My mother's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and she was obviously thinking about drinking.

"I'll just head over to the bar real quick." Everyone nodded except for me as she smiled. I am aware of the exact outcome that this leads to-she keeps abusing alcohol more and more.

I reached for my water cup and hoped that the water would miraculously drown me, but that was not going to happen. As the men began to speak, I did nothing more than listen and watch all of them save Kaz. He had a certain something that was unnerving-not in a terrible sense, but more like a hot vibe.

I was getting really bored, and not even my food could keep me occupied. All I could think about was the fact that my parents still hadn't told me where my brother was.

My brother has always been the wild child; he stole when we had enough money to buy the Hamptons, got into fights, got drunk on drugs, and was arrested twice, but the second time was different. My father kept him at a distance from me, saying it would damage my reputation. He never left me by myself with my parents for longer than two days voluntarily, so the fact that I haven't spoken to him or seen him in two years will never sit right with me. Nevertheless, I have a plan to win him back.

"Have you guys decided where the wedding is taking place?" Kaz asked while sipping some of his alcoholic drinks.

I should start introducing my brother to conversations now.

"Talitha is still deciding on the color scheme, let alone the venue." I was completely uninterested in my wedding, Bodhi chuckled. I tried at first, but it simply got to be too much, and it was monotonous planning for something that made me so unhappy.

"You guys should have the wedding at the farm." Kaz brings up

Since I participated in horse contests as a child, I've always wanted to see a real farm. My dad had to sell the white horse my elder brother bought me, whom I named Dolly, in order to get money. I recall the fierce resistance I put up; my father always found a method to get even with me. "Dad, Talitha wouldn't want to have her dream wedding at a farm." I cocked my head to get a closer look at him, Bodhi explains.

I'm someone entirely different from him; he doesn't know who I am.

"I actually would love that." I said, a little irritated. "When can we leave?"

"You can't be serious." Bodhi laughs.

"Deadly." I answered, then turned to face Kaz again. He smirks, a menacing sparkle in his eyes.

"My brother will be joining us there." When I said it, my father's enraged gaze met mine. I was going to see my brother in this manner; at last, I was going to achieve what I had truly desired. "Right, daddy?" I inquired, grinning sweetly at my dad.

He clears his throat, nodding his head and putting on a false smile, saying there was no way in hell he would say no to me in front of them.

"There's enough room for everyone, and we'll take the jet first thing in the morning," says Kaz.

"That's perfect, thank you." His eyes were stunning and captivating, I said as we locked gaze once again. I want this man to lick me back since I want to lick every inch of him.

"What about my hockey game?" Bodhi cut short our awkward silence.

"If you want to marry her, I'd recommend hurrying up before someone else steals her from you." I cross my knee over my thigh and straighten my back, his father urges him.

Something in his remarks made them sound almost menacing. My fiancé rolled his eyes and undid his necktie. I wanted to give Kaz a backslap, but it didn't feel right.

My breath froze in the back of my throat as a pair of fingers gently made their way between my milky thighs. I was too preoccupied with my own filthy thoughts to notice the hand running up my leg.

My chest was heaving up and down as I reached under the table to stop these huge fingers from entering me. I immediately recognized the owner of the large hand under the table when I held it.

"You seem stressed." The same hand that was only moments away from putting a finger on me was back in the spotlight, holding an alcoholic drink.

He lifted the glass to his mouth and gave me a casual glance before taking a sip and giving me a wink. My claws were digging into my outer thigh, and my pussycat was pulsating with eagerness.

My fiancé was sitting right next to me, but I wanted my father-in-law to finish the job because he was trying to finger me.

We returned to the Rhodes mansion after dinner; the drive there was somber and tense. It was quite embarrassing for me, but honestly, rather than usual, my mother was blacked out from drinking and being held up by my dad. Kaz chose to drive back to the house in his own car, and for that, I am incredibly grateful.

When we eventually got to the house, I practically ran from my parents' house in the car. Bodhi assisted my dad in removing my mother from the car and carrying her upstairs, but he was too occupied kissing my dad's behind. I decided not to wait around and went straight to my room because I was itching to take off this constricting outfit. It's a peculiar feeling when you feel like the walls are slowly closing in on you. I virtually yanked my necklace off my neck.

I was in my bathroom, standing in my underwear, my chest heaving from the effort of attempting to breathe. I have panic attacks frequently. I believe it's simply a result of pretending to be normal during the day and then brutally breaking free at night, then picking myself up to start over the next day. Gripping the edges of my sink with my hands, I gazed through the mirror at my own shattered reflection.

My eyes saw my healing injuries, and that's something I'll never get. Bodhi says he loves me, but he's seen my bruises and hasn't yet asked my father about them. I find it disgusting that he doesn't find it offensive that another guy touches me violently.

Is it foolish of me to hope that my fiancé will keep me safe?

I was slightly shocked when I heard my bedroom door open, but I knew it was my fiancé since I could hear the hockey game on TV. He speaks about having sex with hockey virtually every day, so he would if he could.

Before leaving my bathroom, I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then, I reached for my sleeping gown and put it on. Even though I could feel Bodhi staring at me, I ignored him as I settled into our bed.

He inquired, "What did you think of dinner?"

"It was...interesting." I muttered, not mentioning that his dad had his hand between my legs.

"Are you excited that your brother gets to be at our wedding?"

I turned to properly face him and asked, What's up with all these questions?

"Of course, he's my big brother." I answered.

"I get that, but isn't he a criminal?" He replies.

I looked at him fiercely, ready to flip the fuck out. Words, cruel words, wanted to pour out of my mouth. He is completely ignorant of both my brother and my family.

"My brother went to jail because he was protecting me." I told him, emotion spilling into my voice.

He attempts to say, "But your dad said-"

"You know what? Since you believe in my dad so much, maybe you should marry him instead." My body practically levitated off my bed as I spewed out. Reaching for my robe, which was propped up on the couch, I made my way to the door.

"Great, now you're mad." He blows out, and as I turned to look at him, his eyes were still fixed on the television.

I can't pretend that it doesn't bother me that he just doesn't care enough about himself to listen to the issues and sentiments of his future bride, but by this point, I had grown accustomed to it.

An asshole is what he is, once and forever.

"I'm going to go make some tea." I said, a little drily. He ignored me and roared for his hockey team, not listening to a word I said.

I strolled down the stairs with my arms flapping all over the place as I rolled my eyes and closed my door. Perhaps this life was meant to be mine; I didn't choose it, but it was thrown into my lap, and I had no control over it. Since I'm afraid of the dark, I turned on the lights in the kitchen and hallway. Rather than preparing tea as I had promised, I reached into the freezer and took out a bucket of ice cream.

I'm obsessed with coconut, so I only eat ice cream with a coconut taste. Before taking the ice cream's top off, I got on the counter and started eating. My smooth skin was exposed as my robe hung loosely over my shoulder. I didn't give a damn because I was by myself and currently feel completely free.

My dad immediately came to mind when I heard heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen. Kaz came into the kitchen totally naked, with only a pair of sleeping shorts slung across his chest, and I waited warily to see who it was. His body was flawless, and my jaw dropped open as my eyes grew wider.

His lovely eyes drew my attention. They moved down my face and onto my torso, where he stopped and grinned comically. When realization finally set in, I hastily crossed my legs and pulled my robe closer to myself.

"Just getting some water." I nodded like a fool, he says.

I looked away awkwardly as he walked over to the cupboard, got a glass cup, and filled it with water. I wanted to rub my hands all over his toned body, maybe even my tongue.

"You know, mint chocolate chip will always be superior." It's horrible, he adds in a low voice.

My hands went down the ice cream tube on top of my thigh, and I didn't notice how close he was to me until I looked back up to respond to his remark.

"Mint chocolate chip is disgusting." My voice broke; no one, not even his son, has ever made me feel as anxious as I do about this man.

He leans in closer and stands between my legs while he tilts his head to the side, glaring at me. My entire body began to burn at that point, so I leaned back slightly to put some distance between us and removed the ice cream from my thigh so he wouldn't get any on him. I had to look up at him, which made me realize how much taller he was than me.

"I'm shocked you aren't telling me that I shouldn't be eating ice cream." I alluded.

"Now why would I say that, darling?" He takes a slight bend inward.

It's true that there was conflict between us: "We both know your son is more concerned with my appearance than anything else." I answered.

Bodhi thinks that since our wedding is still a ways off, consuming a lot of calories before the big day could cause me to gain too much weight.

"My son is a moron; you're perfect the way you are." He states.

That gave me butterflies in my stomach-not only is he attractive, but he also shows respect.

As I peered into his eyes, the spoon I had loaded with ice cream began to gently melt. He leaned slowly in the direction of the spoon. He put the spoon in his mouth, and I stared with lust-filled eyes as he drew dangerously near to my pussycat.

Holy sh*t, dude

I swallowed as he slurped the liquefied ice cream and raised his hooded eyes to mine. He noticed right away that I was gently squeezing my legs around his torso to keep some of the moisture between us from getting wet. With a leisurely motion, he ran his palm down my leg as if to prove a notion. My hips were subtly raised off the table because my body couldn't handle it. Never before has a guy gotten this close to a pussycat-a dick, of course, but never a face.

Bodhi is a boring jerk who only enjoys pleasing himself. He has never penetrated me with his tongue, preferring to use his dick instead.

"You've never been eaten out before?" His face tightened as though the question were hurting him.

My breathing was erratic, the stress overwhelming, and his fingers moved up my thigh. He shook his head violently, and I shook my head to avoid speaking since I was at a loss for words.

I made the decision to go beyond because I was horny and wanted anything at all.

I bent down to put my ear to his. Why? Do you have hunger? I slid my tongue lightly into his earlobe and purred.

His fingers were digging into my milky thigh, and I could see his eyes growing gloomy with thirst as I backed away.

"I should go before I do something we'll both regret tomorrow." He bites his lip and then pushes away from the table.

I wanted him to lick me all over like his personal lollipop; I didn't want him to go.

"Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, Kaz." I addressed him by name and spoke with a tinge of teasing; I could sense the tension in his shoulders.

I'm left wet and hot in the kitchen as he takes his cup and walks out. I leapt from the table and stuffed the ice cream back into the freezer, feeling like I could finally breathe properly. With the TV in complete darkness and all the lights turned off, I hurried upstairs to my room.

I needed someone to touch me because my robe slipped off of me as I drew nearer to my bed. I crept over to Bodhi, who was fast asleep, and began kissing his back in an attempt to lull him back to consciousness. With my legs resting on top of his exposed body, I sat on top of him, causing his eyes to open wide in disbelief.

"Let me ride you." I mumbled something in his ear.

His boxer was slowly tugged down, and I could hear the rumble in his chest. I carefully lowered myself all the way down to him, and I let out a few small sighs. He never lets me have fun; he just flipped us over, and I was under him. Like he always does, he began to gently shove inside of me. I wanted to ride him, but more than anything, I wanted him to treat me harshly.

Why hadn't I simply fucked his father? Right, as my dad is good friends with him, and my dad would murder me.