Dirty Affairs With My Daddy's Bestfriend

Velvet's POV

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing. Dad's voice still echoed in my head.

"You'll be staying with my best friend in America while you attend medical school. My sexy, hot Alpha Zavian." His deep voice rumbled like trying to promote his friend for me.

I swallowed hard.

His thirty years old, unmated best friend.

And I, his daughter-only eighteen, a virgin, going to live with a single, hot spicy sugar daddy. This thought alone stirred inside me because what would anyone expect in this situation.

In my mind, I saw him. Tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, eyes that could strip me bare with a single look. He would walk into the room like he owned it, and everything inside me would tremble.

Alphas are always possessive and dominant, no way he won't do that to me.

I imagined his scent-strong, masculine, dangerous. The kind of scent that could make a girl weak in her knees.

I closed my eyes tighter.

What if he touched me? Like he could. Any day. One day.

What if his large hand slid over my waist as he leaned in to whisper my name?

Velvet.

The way I heard it in my mind was rough, deep, and commanding.

Heat rushed through me.

My legs pressed together as if trying to cage the fire spreading there. I had never been kissed. I had never been touched. But the thought of Alpha Zavian doing either made butterflies in my stomach.

I pictured him stepping closer, his body falling over me. My breath would catch. My lips would part. His thumb would tilt my chin up until my mouth was helplessly waiting beneath his.

I used to watch all those hot, spicy eroticas. Now I'm getting to imagine myself being the female lead.

Help me!

I moaned quietly into my pillow. Shame mixed with hunger. I had no right to think of him this way. He's my dad's friend. He's supposed to protect me from men that would want to do this to me, not... not devour me.

Yet the hunger in my mind grew intense. I'm yet to go live with him and it's getting this way. What will then happen when I arrive at RavenHills and my dad will leave after dropping me.

Oh my goodness!

What if he pushed me against a wall?

What if his lips brushed down my neck, claiming me, marking me?

I gasped, my eyes flying open. The room was too hot, my body too restless.

First time feeling this way.

This was madness. Pure madness.

And yet, it felt so good to imagine.

The next morning, I was at breakfast and Dad repeated the topic.

"I don't want you to live off campus or even on campus. America is a free world but you're naive, you've been raised conservative all your life. You need discipline, someone who can guide you."

Discipline my pussy? You mean someone who can guide me to release because I'm already wet just hearing that name?

I tried to keep my face serious and my body calm, I couldn't just afford to betray my little secret.

"Zavian is dominant," Dad said. "He'll make sure you're safe. The city can be dangerous, especially for a young virgin woman like you."

Isn't that the greatest danger?

Safe. That word sounded pretty ironic.

Because the only danger I could think of was Zavian himself, the danger of falling into his arms and never wanting to crawl back out. The danger of having his cock inside of me and never wanting it out again.

Dad knew he's taking me there as a virgin, I had no mate and no boyfriend, not even a casual fling. That's how he raised me, in a conservative way.

Days moved fast. Soon I was on the plane to America, sitting by the window, clutching my bag while my heart hammered.

Every second was dragging me closer to him. And on this plane, there was no going back. I was set to resume Medical school the following week and couldn't back down on achieving my dreams because I was to avoid some hot, billionaire Alpha.

Come on, I need that sexy aura. I'd already turned eighteen in the last two weeks. I'm an adult. No problem!

I tried to study medical notes, but they refused to penetrate through. Instead, all I could take in was Alpha Zavian. Maybe if he stuck out his cock now right on this plane, my pussy will take it in.

The only thing I could probably take in at this point.

Would he like me?

Would he see me as nothing more than his best friend's daughter?

Or would his eyes darken when they meet mine, the way Alphas' eyes often did when they wanted something?

I shivered at the thought.

Hours later, the plane touched down. My pulse quickened as I walked through the airport, dragging my luggage. People bustled around me, but all I noticed was the silence inside my chest like the heavy pause before a storm and my dad's footsteps behind me.

And then I saw him.

Alpha Zavian.

He stood tall, his muscles hugged tight in the rich, seductive outfit he wore. White shirt briefed to his arms, strong, veiny but not too veiny hands exposed. His black pants brushed out his athletic legs, my eyes went down, falling on the place I knew I wouldn't be able to escape.

His bulge.

I wondered how thick it must be when bare as the curved shape outside of his fitting pants was already giving his secrets away.

I cleared my throat, pulled my gaze shyly on the floor when my eyes clicked with his.

Just praying he didn't notice at least I'm dead.

They say first impressions matter. I want to be that cute, little, good girl before my second daddy.

His jawline was sharp, his hair dark and slightly messy.

But then his eyes froze me.

Grey. Intense. Watching me like I was the only person in the airport.

My steps faltered. I forgot how to keep the pace at which I was walking. I'd always seen him as a big brother, an uncle in the past but now things have changed.

Heat now floods my body seeing him.

He walked toward me, his stride slow, powerful. Each step made my knees weaker. He was majestic like a king.

He shook hands with my dad. His eyes never left me the whole time.

"Your daughter is finally here!" He pushed off a smart, mischievous smirk.

My dad was now talking to him as best friends but even at this, I wondered if knew the dirty thoughts flying now.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't.

"Velvet," he said, his voice deep, carrying weight that sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded, too breathless to speak.

He took my suitcase from me with one hand, as if it weighed nothing. His fingers brushed mine, and sparks shot through my skin. I began to vibrate, my legs weakened at the joint.

Just luck to keep going and I would crumble to the ground.

I tried to hide my reaction, but he caught it. His lips curved slightly, almost like he knew.

Danger.

That was what he was.

The drive to his house was quiet halfway after my dad had said all he had to say then retired to his phone. He didn't talk too much, same with Alpha Zavian. I sat in the passenger seat, sneaking glances at him. His hands gripped the wheel firmly. His jaw was tight, as if he fought some silent war inside his head.

I wanted to ask him questions. I wanted to break the silence. But my throat refused.

I would surely make an erotic mistake because that's all filled my head.

Even my mind was whispering sinful things. How could I say something normal?

Then I switched to my fantasy thrills.

What would it feel like to sit closer? To feel his arm brush against mine? To feel his breath on my ear when he turns?

I imagined them all.

I pressed my thighs together, praying he couldn't smell the heat rising from me.

Because Alphas can.

Finally, the semi-long drive came to an end and we were at his house. The RavenHills Pack Estate. A modern penthouse, glowing with luxury. The cruise-ship shaped glass stories stood at the center of the vast green field which was perfectly lawned.

The curvy driveways and pathways with flower trees located at strategic positions gave his residence a stately home aura, like the ones we have back there in London except for the modern architecture which belongs to America.

I forgot how to breathe.

This is where I would be living for the next three to four years. I can't tell if I'd practice here but definitely I will move out after school, except–

Only if–

Well I don't wanna go into that so soon. Let me leave the future for the future.

Every part of this estate screams Alpha dominance.

But upon stepping out of the car, he walked over to the boot, took out my luggage and carried it inside while I watched. My dad followed next.

I was smitten.

Is he just acting nice or I'll have to pay for this Alpha service in the future?

I quickly followed so as not to lose track of where they were heading to. Alpha Zavian led me through wide halls until we reached a certain room, the door was opened. He walked in side by side with dad and I followed last.

This looked like a bedroom.

"This will be yours," he said, his tone clipped, almost cold.

But in his eyes, they betrayed him. They lingered on me too long. They searched through my face to my entire body. I was a step from melting and fading into thin air. My dad was already in here, assessing the room while we stood here alone.

I nodded, stepping inside.

"Thank you," I whispered.

His gaze darkened at my voice.

"Yeah, you're welcome. It's just next to my bedroom."

Urghh?

My wolf nearly leapt out of my body.

And then his gaze after saying this–

Mischievous.

He did this on purpose, making me stay next to him.

I could tell because of this gaze, they weren't so innocent.

Velvet's POV

"This place is quite comfortable. You'll stay here. Zavian will watch over you," he said, pulling me close one last time in a hug.

Dad's voice was steady, but mine was not.

I clung to his shirt like a child. "You're leaving already?"

"I have to," he whispered against my hair. "I have a lot of tasks to assist our Alpha in London. You know this is crucial to maintaining my rank. As Omegas, our lives would be miserable if not for my connections. You won't even be here."

He raised his face to look at Zavian. I gulped down a big lump of saliva.

"London can't wait for me. You will visit on holidays but for now he'll be your new daddy and take good care of you."

At this, I raised my eyes. We locked our gaze. I swiftly looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.

Taking care of me, I'm pretty sure, would be in bed. Our eyes betrayed us, so unfortunate, my dad couldn't tell. He trusted his best friend and I so much.

"This estate is enormous, you can always have your morning and evening stroll as you loved back in London." I nodded absentmindedly.

"The maids and servants are there to attend to your needs, they live in the left wing."

I hummed again.

"Don't worry I'll cater to all her needs, she's a pretty little girl that needs a dad to take care of her. I can be her second dad."

Alpha Zavian said it so suddenly, cutting my composure away. I flinched my face, hiding the red that was already forming on my cheeks.

How can I handle this before him and my dad?

Dad kissed my forehead and pulled away. "Study hard, Velvet. Don't make me regret sending you here." His eyes darkened, delivering a warning growl.

I nearly chuckle, knowing this wouldn't stop the fantasy cruising my mind over his best friend.

I nodded.

He patted me, then began to walk towards the door. My eyes blurred.

"Aren't you staying for lunch?" Zavian asked but dad ignored.

"You heard me already," he murmured at the door, turning to deliver a witty grin.

"I have to rush back. Do you need someone to cure your loneliness? Velvet would."

I saw the seriousness on his face brighten into something wild, erotic and sexy but he quickly suppressed it seeing me look.

Nothing to hide, man!

My dad looked back once, waved and smiled, then disappeared outside.

The front door shut. The sound echoed through the hall like a final nail sealing my fate.

My body stiffened. My chest ached.

He was gone.

I turned slowly.

And there he was.

Alpha Zavian.

A sudden vibration erupted all through my entire body.

He remained still, facing me with a cold yet spicy, dominant look. The silence between us stretched until my heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it.

I looked away quickly, clutching my bag tighter.

"You should rest," he said at last, his voice low and rough. "You've had a long trip."

I nodded, trying not to notice how deep his voice vibrated through me.

He started to walk out. His stride was slow yet majestic but most of all, predatory.

I followed, my eyes betraying me, sliding over the way his jeans gripped his thighs, the way his shoulders moved with so much energy.

My cheeks burned.

"Come on, let me show you around."

I followed but my eyes weren't on anything but him.

He showed me the halls, pointing at doors. "Kitchen. Training hall. Library."

I nodded at everything, though I heard nothing.

All I felt was the heat in my body every time his voice brushed my ears.

We returned back to the first hallway, my room and his, just next by the right. He placed a hand on the knob of his room.

"This is mine," he said. "You wanna explore?"

I quickly shook my head, turning my face away, face red with shyness.

"You don't have to be nervous and you can always come around to my room when you're feeling lonely in there." He pointed to my room.

Showing my nervousness would only tell him more that something is going on.

So I just swallowed. "Okay."

His eyes lingered on me. For a second too long. My breath grew too heavy.

Then he opened the door and stepped in.

"Rest."

The word rolled off his tongue like a command from his lips then he got in and shut the door before him.

I froze.

Isn't he showing me in again?

I stood out here for a minute or two before opening my door and getting into my room.

Maybe soon, he will.

I shut the door, and leaned against it.

My heart thumped wildly.

The room was large, beautiful, but I barely saw it.

All I saw was him. Even in my thoughts, all I could think of was him. And I planned to train my wolf soon to listen more to whatever he's gonna be doing in his room.

I pressed my thighs together, shame rising in my chest. My body was restless, aching, wanting.

This was madness.

But I couldn't stop.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I imagined him in his room.

Stripping off his shirt. Muscles flexing. Skin glowing.

Sliding into his sheets, half-naked, muscular, and intimidating.

My lips parted. My breath grew shallow.

I pressed the pillow to my face to muffle the sound of my whimper.

Hours passed. The house grew silent.

Still, I couldn't sleep.

Every creak in the next room made my body tense.

And then-footsteps.

Slow. Heavy.

They stopped right outside my door.

My breath caught. My body froze.

The knob turned slightly.

The door opened. Just an inch.

My heart leapt into my throat.

And there he was.

Zavian.

His tall frame filled the gap, his eyes scorching.

He stood there. Watching me.

I pulled the blanket higher, trembling.

Neither of us moved.

His gaze locked on me, burning, silent, unable to read.

"I just came to check on you, to make sure you're fine."

And then he shut the door. The latch clicked softly. Footsteps faded away.

I buried my face in the pillow, my chest heaving. My body shook with heat and fear.

He came to check on me? What if he saw me naked? What did he want?

The questions rolled through me, but no answers came.

Only the pounding of my heart and the ache spreading between my thighs.

Morning came too fast. I woke up, heading straight to the bathroom to have a warm bath. Right here, I was already thinking of how I would face him at the dinning.

In twenty minutes, I was done. I dried, then emerged to my room, pulling on a simple blouse and jeans. My hands shook as I brushed my hair.

When I opened the door, he was already there.

Leaning against the wall.

Waiting.

His grey eyes swept over me slowly, scanning every inch.

My breath hitched. Does he see me as that little daughter of his best friend then or as a woman?

"Are you ready?" he asked. His voice rumbled deep, curling low in my belly.

"Ready for?" I muttered.

"To have some breakfast. I've already fixed up something for us to eat."

Awwww.

I was feeling romantic already.

I wanted to react with a cute moan but my body was too aware of him beside me.

"Yes, Alpha." I nodded.

"Call me Zavian."

My blood heated. Call him Zavian?

A quick thought came to mind.

"I'll call you daddy."

I watched as his lips erupted into a mischievous grin.

Goshhhh.

We knew what we were doing. He moved and I followed closely behind. I wanted to touch him.

Velvet's POV

I sat on the dining chair opposite his, his eyes were on me, too much I dropped my gaze on the table, then on my boobs only to flare.

I wore no bra and my crop top was slightly transparent, so light anyone could see my standing nipples. Droplets of the water pressed the surface of my top showing my skin.

"Ahh-"

I rose up quickly, crossing my arms over my boobs.

"Where are you going?"

"I–" My face roamed around. I watched his brows arch.

"Aren't you up to eighteen?"

I went speechless.

"I mean–"

"I-"

My lips clasped shut, my brain off.

I looked ruined.

Fucked.

"Let's get to eat." He said, setting the plates of pasta, fruit salad, turkey soup appetizer and egg sauce. He pulled out the water from the tray.

I watched nowhere else except for his veiny hands, his muscular body, shown under his fitting T-shirt. My eyes dropped to his downstream, his sexy, carved out thighs showing off with his short black pants.

I gulped in saliva checking out his midst, his bulge was already curving out. I sat here, fork in hand, food already scoped but couldn't take it to my mouth because I'm literally gawking and my heart is throbbing.

"We ought to take him." My wolf whispered to my ear.

I sat upright immediately with a sudden reaction, the fork dropping. Legs spread wide.

He's up, glaring at me with a cold yet puzzled gaze.

"What's going on?"

His eyes lingered downwards. Curiosity struck it. I followed his eyes, slowly.

Boom.

On my thighs. In between n my legs. They were wide apart.

"Don't you wear panties?" His hoarse voice rang out, deep, seductive, creating a ripple in my core.

My legs froze for that second. Or do I say, they went numb and couldn't move. Instead of closing, they went wider. Reflex.

Sighs.

I felt this naughty, wanting him to have a longer peep into it but my head jerked up, my hand hitting my forehead.

"I–I'm sorry." I stammered.

"No! No! It's fine. You don't have to be worried."

"You're an adult now."

Guess this is the second time he's repeating this sentence?

I swallowed the lump in my throat, facing down and slowly pulling my legs closer, trying hard to hide the blush that was surfacing. I slapped my cheeks, twisting my face to suppress the redness.

"I–I'm grateful." I muttered, raising my eyes only slowly up to check out his reaction.

Those eyes, they persisted, cold yet filled with deep lust.

"Let's eat, I have to go to the office soon."

My brows ached.

"Office?" I muttered as a matter of shock. "Why?"

"Why?" He dragged in a rather flirty style, too long for a question.

Hell no!

I came to my senses. I'd thought he's my new stay-at-home fuck body and acquaintance. He's the Alpha and has to take the affairs of his pack seriously.

I hope he will take me seriously as well.

"I didn't mean that," I uttered. "I mean you don't have to be serious about me."

Urgh?

What am I saying?

I shook my head, grabbing my chest. I've embarrassed myself more than I should.

Each time I look, those cold, hard, flirty eyes are staring at me, killing me with its seduction on one end and on the other showing no emotions, making me look naive and stupid.

I sprang up, lowered my gaze.

"I–I wish to use the convenience." I whispered, dashing off before he could even say a word.

Once inside the general convenience located down the hall, I shut the door, walking over to the sink before the mirror. I stamped my hand on the white sink, pressing onto it, my head lowered, shaking furiously with shame and curiosity.

What will he be thinking of me?

A slut?

Will he tell my father that I'm trying to seduce him?

My heart was beating at an alarming rate especially at the last thought. My wolf tried to soothe and console me but I scolded it.

"You made me do this. I wasn't supposed to do this."

This is my dad's best friend. Nothing happens without him sharing it with my dad. They are close paddies and if this gets to my dad, he will come and take me back.

"I have to go and apologize to him." I came to a decision.

"Hell no!" My wolf, Luna, scolded.

"Why will you do that?"

"Because I don't want him to tell my dad." I screamed so hard, turning swiftly and opening the door only to bump into a hard chest by the hallway, just close to the door.

The life in my body came to a stand-still at that very moment. I lifted my face slowly from the rock-hard chest to see a military green T-shirt.

My mind flashed back.

This is what he wore.

It rang in a low tone in my ear.

My eyelashes bashed countless times. Slowly hands glide up my sides. I remained still, pressed towards his chest. I wanted to jerk up but my wolf won't let me get off.

His scent washed down on me, alluring and gripping my attention.

I wished to remain in this position forever.

"Did you hear me?" I stammered after a few minutes.

"Urghh?" He pretended not to hear what I said. Then said a "Yes."

"But you don't have to be scared. We're both adults and I wouldn't report this to your dad."

I let out a deep breath off my lungs but still I couldn't believe him.

What if he's trying to soothe me here and would go ahead to do something else?

"Can I–"

I lifted my face. "Can I bribe you with something?"

My body vibrated with an intense fucking-urge wave.

"What's that?" He pulled me gently off, glaring down at me but his hands never left me.

I gulped.

I wondered if I was doing the right thing.

"You wanna fuck me?" He shot out straight even before I got to say out those words my lips were forming.

He got my secret at the tip of his finger nails, there was nothing to do other than accept.

I nodded.

His lips curled into a long grin.

My head lowered. He leaned towards me, face close to brushing against mine. His strong, alluring breath heavy on my face.

My heart was thumping.

Is this the answer to my prayer?