Hot daddy's best friend

Fiona's POV

"Bunny, I'm in here," he called. His deep, husky voice echoed faintly from a distance, pulling me in like a magnet. I paced through the red, dimly lit hallway in a spinning motion, trying to find where the voice was coming from.

My heart pounded hard-scared yet curious, terrified yet drawn closer-until I reached an entrance. A bright light spilled through the cracks of a wooden door. His voice came again, clearer this time.

"Bunny, I'm right here. Don't keep me waiting."

I pushed the door open, and our eyes met. The light washed over him, highlighting every sharp line of his body. His sculpted abs flexed as he rose from his seat, and I shamelessly drooled over him from head to toe. Heat stirred inside me; I felt a twitch of longing I could not control.

He walked towards me in slow, commanding steps. In an instant, he pinned me against the wall, his strong hand holding me firmly in place.

"What took you so long? You know I hate waiting," he murmured, tracing my jawline with his long fingers. His piercing gaze burned through the mask covering half his face. I wished desperately to see the rest of him.

"I... I'm sorry," I whispered, my heart racing like a drum.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. His hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples until a cry slipped out of me.

"Ohh...yes,"

His tongue raided my mouth, hungry, demanding, and I melted into the pleasure he poured into me. My body trembled; my toes curled. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"More... please," I pleaded breathlessly, guiding his hand down to my already wet thighs. But he resisted, pinning my hand back to the wall as his lips devoured mine. His groans vibrated against me, teasing, tormenting, igniting. My orgasm built rapidly, and his fingers on my nipples drove me to the edge.

"You'll only take what I give,"he groaned. "My little bunny, I like it when you're at my mercy Fiona," he murmured between my lips as his fingers find my entrance, pinching my clit so hard. I felt a surge of pleasure pulling my orgasm closer.

"Oh... ohhh, I'm gonna cum," I moaned desperately.

Then-

Snap!

The sound jolted me back to reality. My chest heaved as my eyes flew open. My alarm clock buzzed on the bedside table.

Another dream.

My heart sank. For years, I'd been haunted by this recurring dream-always ending at the same point. Always leaving me aching. And worst of all, I never saw his face but his voice never left my head.

I pressed a pillow over my face, muffling the frustrated scream clawing at my throat. My messy room surrounded me-sketch pads and paintbrushes scattered from last night's work. I dragged myself out of bed, groggy but hopeful.

Today was the day I had been waiting for-the day my admission letter from the University of Arts would arrive.

I rushed into the bathroom, then hurried out minutes later, slipping into a dress before racing downstairs.

"Don't be stupid Fiona, stop running. You've been warned several times," my mother snapped, her voice sharp.

"Yes, Mum," I answered quickly, slowing my pace.

"And why are you just waking up at this hour?" my father's deep voice followed, laced with disapproval.

"I slept late," I mumbled.

"Again? I think it's high time we take that device from you until you learn to sleep early," he scolded, glaring at me over his breakfast plate.

"But Dad... I'm sorry," I whispered.

Mr. and Mrs. Harry-my parents. Strict to the bone. I used to think being an only child would make them spoil me. Instead, my life was a prison of endless rules. No friends. No outings. No television for more than an hour every three days. Limited use of my phone. And countless household chores. My father showed mercy occasionally, but my mother? She never missed a chance to make my life harder.

Sometimes, I wondered if they were really my parents. But none of that mattered now. Once my admission came through, everything would change.

"And where are you going?" my father's voice cut through my thoughts as I approached the door.

"My admission letter is supposed to arrive today, remember?" I replied, my lips curving into a cautious grin. I dared not smile too wide, or they would think I was being careless with my joy.

For a moment, silence engulfed the air before I finally got the chance to step outside.

The courier van had just driven away when I reached the mailbox. My heart leapt as I saw the envelope with my name on it. Excitement surged through me-I almost tore it open right there. But tradition forced me to turn back. My father had to be the one to open it.

I ran back inside and handed it to him. He didn't delay, surprisingly. Tearing it open, he read silently while I tried to act calm, sitting at the table.

"Hmm... for once, I'm proud of you," he said.

My chest filled with fire. I got in. My mind screamed it, though I kept my body composed.

"Thank you, Dad," I replied softly.

"You did your best," he added, "but we'll see if you can keep up with the work and not be an embarrassment to us." Mum concluded.

"I won't, Mum," I answered quickly when she scoffed, her words sharp enough to cut but I was used to it already.

The rest of the morning passed quietly. I cleaned the dishes, then slipped back to my room, closing the door behind me-I screamed silently, giggling and wiggling at the same time.

Excitement bubbled inside me. I picked up my phone to search for the university pictures, and my imagination soared. I sketched one of the buildings in my pad, dreaming of my first day, until the doorbell rang downstairs. I hurried downstairs. The moment I opened the door, a pleasant, familiar scent wrapped around me.

"Fiona, dear, how are you?" the woman asked warmly.

"Good morning, please come in," I said politely. "I'll get my parents." I muttered.

But my eyes kept stealing glances at the two familiar strangers, especially the man, they seemed to be a couple.

Moments later, my parents joined them.

"Oh, Marian, Jalen-welcome! Please, make yourselves comfortable," my father said, his smile wide, and unusual.

It startled me to see both of my parents beam so openly. The couple were family friends. The man-Jalen-was my father's best friend.

My heart skipped as I looked at him. I remembered that charm, that presence. I had admired him since childhood, before he married Marian and stopped visiting. Yet, seeing him now, the pull toward him felt just as strong, maybe even stronger.

"Fiona has grown so big," Jalen remarked with a smile.

And my heart froze.

"That voice..." I thought.

Fiona's POV

The voice rang ever so familiar. I froze in place as my dream replayed in my mind. The sound, the tone-everything felt the same. But my memory faded before I could fully recall his voice. Maybe it was just my illusion, I thought.

I excused myself quietly and stepped away from the lively conversation, heading towards my room. But after just a few steps, my father's voice halted me.

"Fiona got admission into your university, isn't that exquisite? Come here, girl," he called.

Typically, my parents would treat me like a princess in front of everyone but like an outcast in private.

I rolled my eyes subtly and turned back to the grownups, forcing a polite smile.

"How brilliant, Fiona," Marian muttered, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "Your mother was telling me that you love art. I'm sure your tiny hands will grow some muscle by the time you resume."

Her words stung more than I wanted to admit. Her voice carried that familiar bitterness I'd always noticed from our neighbor's wife. I knew where it came from-jealousy. She could never have children, no matter how hard she tried. I did feel sorry for her, but deep down, I couldn't ignore the whispers I'd heard about her being dangerous. A part of me believed she deserved her misery.

"Marian, I'm sure she'll do just great," Mum replied proudly. "We did our best to train her well. My baby will make us proud. Right, baby?" She smiled at me.

"I'll try my best, Mum," I murmured, managing a small grin. Everyone laughed-everyone except Jalen. His eyes never left mine for a second, not until Marian tapped him gently.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to tidy my room," I said softly, turning on my heels before they could object.

But even as I walked away, I could still feel Jalen's gaze burning into me. I turned slightly, and yes-he was still watching. His eyes carried a knowing look, as though he understood something about me I didn't. It felt like he had so much he wanted to say but couldn't.

Once in my room, I forgot to lock the door behind me, and I've never experienced that. I have a habit of pulling off my clothes the moment I close my door and jumped onto my bed. My heart finally eased, though my mind couldn't stop circling back to Jalen-and that voice.

I hugged my pillow tightly, wondering how freedom would finally taste once I left this house.

I was drifting close to sleep when a knock landed softly on my door.

"Coming."

Jolting upright, I wrapped my towel loosely around me before running to get the door. My parents usually barged in without warning, and that has caused me to lock my door so that polite knock told me it wasn't them. Still, I wasn't expecting him.

"May I?" Jalen asked, peeking through the slightly open door.

"Sure," I replied quickly, opening the door slightly. Then my towel fell, exposing my naked body to him. I gasped, and my eyes widened as he stared at me deeply, his Adam's apple budged and he quickly turned away.

"Oh my god... I'm sorry, I," I stuttered, quickly picking up my towel. Heat surged through my throat and my face flushed.

"You should get dressed," he suggested, "I'll wait outside for a few minutes," he added.

"Oh no, um... I'll dress up in the bathroom, come in please," I gestured.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning my room until they landed on one of my paintings. He walked closer, brushing his fingers lightly across the edge of the canvas.

"Your paintings are beautiful," he muttered while I dressed up. "Where do you get your inspiration from?"

"Thanks," I muttered. "Um... I just imagine things and paint them. Sometimes I get ideas from music, a little bit from nature, and mostly from exciting moments or emotions."

"Hmm." He nodded thoughtfully. "I see you prefer colorful tones to minimal aesthetics. That's good-it gives you a creative edge."

"You think so?" I asked, feeling the heat rise through my body as his gaze met mine again. My heart wouldn't stop pounding.

"I know so," he said softly. "Pardon me for walking into your room like this. Your dad mentioned you had some of your work I could look at, to see if you needed any guidance. But from what I see, you're doing just fine already-just a few brush improvements, and you'll be great."

I smiled shyly striding to my bed before sitting. I tried to keep my composure, but when he sat down beside me, my breath hitched. My hand pinched my thigh so hard it stung. For a moment, it felt like I was back in that dream again. His voice, smooth and deep, echoed through me.

I wanted him to say something again, just to confirm it. But I couldn't bring myself to ask.

"I should take my leave now," he finally spoke, standing up. "I guess I'll see you more often in school." he added. And I could swear I saw his length already hard.

As he turned, his finger brushed against my hand. The touch was light, but my entire body shivered. A soft moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it. I turned away quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed, then stood up.

"I'll see you out," I said quickly.

I took a few steps toward him-but my foot tangled with the edge of the rug, sending me tumbling forward. Jalen reached out to catch me, but we both lost our balance.

I landed on top of him, my palms pressed to his chest, our eyes locked. My lips parted slightly as I realized how dangerously close we were. His breath grazed my neck, sending a shiver through every inch of me.

His gaze deepened, intense and unspoken. My heartbeat grew louder, my body heated, and a tight ache spread through me.

He leaned closer-so close that our lips were only inches apart. I closed my eyes, waiting-wanting-just a touch.

But then-

"Honey? Jalen!" Marian's voice echoed down the hallway.

I jerked away from him immediately. He stood up, clearing his throat as he brushed dust off his neatly pressed suit.

"I... I'm... it wasn't-" I stuttered.

"It's not your fault," he said calmly. "I should go. See you in school."

And just like that, he left.

The door closed behind him, and I could faintly hear Marian's voice.

"There you are! I've been looking for you. Let's go home," she whispered.

I leaned against my door, breathing heavily, my palm pressed to my chest.

What just happened?

If Marian had walked in a second earlier, she would have caught us in that compromising position. The thought terrified me-but at the same time, what scared me more was how real it all felt. Exactly like my dream.

But I wasn't ready to come to any conclusions-not yet.

I walked to my wardrobe, pulled out my suitcase, and began packing my clothes. The thought of meeting him in school filled me with more excitement.

The morning of my freedom finally arrived. The cool wind brushed softly against my skin as I rolled my suitcase out the door. My father's driver was already waiting at the gate.

I glanced back once at my parents standing on the porch. With a faint smile, I waved goodbye as the car engine started, and we drove off, my excitement grew with every passing mile. My face stayed glued to the window, watching the world blur by until we finally arrived at the university.

I stepped out slowly, taking in the grand sight before me.

For a moment, everything went still. The excitement faded into nerves. A shiver crept up my spine, and chills spread across my skin.

I was here.

Finally free-

But somehow, the air around me felt strange.

Fiona's POV

The surge of being outside for the first time-completely alone hit me hard. My body shivered at the thought of doing things without my parents' control. It felt strange, almost unreal, yet thrilling. For the first time in my life, I could breathe. I could be whoever I wanted to be.

Students in perfectly tailored uniforms moved around the campus, chatting and laughing. A lump formed in my throat as I took in the sight. My mind drifted back to Jalen. The thought of seeing him again sent a tingling shiver down my thigh. I couldn't get him out of my head since the last encounter.

I lifted my head, gathering what courage I had left, and took a step forward. Just as I reached the entrance, someone crashed into me so hard I almost fell.

"Ouch!" I winced. "Watch where you're going, clumsy!" I snapped, rubbing my arm as the stranger helped me up.

"Chill, girl," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "It was just a bump. Besides, you're gonna get a lot of those here." He paused, squinting at me. Then his eyes widened. "Wait... you're Fiona-the new student, right?"

My brow arched. How did he know that?

"How do you even know my name?" I asked.

He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Let's just say I have my ways. Around here, they call me the King of Information."

I looked him over from head to toe. His watch screamed wealth, but his easy manner told another story-someone confident, maybe a little too sure of himself. He had that "wealthy-nerd-who's-not-really-a-nerd" look. And judging from the way passing girls grinned and waved at him, he was clearly one of the popular boys.

"You must be quite popular," I said flatly.

He smirked. "I'm Jude, by the way. Let me show you around." He gestured for me to follow. "Do you already know your roommate?"

"I have the documents," I replied, holding up a folder, "but I haven't figured it out yet."

"Right, hand it over." He extended his hand, then added teasingly, "Oh, and that name you called me earlier-'clumsy'? Don't use it again."

I rolled my eyes, handing him the paper. "Well, that was my first impression of you, and that's what I'll call you from now on-Clumsy."

"Whatever," he muttered.

He glanced at the document and tossed it back to me. "I know your room-and your roommate. Her name's Kelly. She's not exactly friendly, so I'd suggest you stay out of her way."

The walk through the hallway was mesmerizing. My eyes kept drifting to the paintings on the walls and the carved sculptures that lined the corridors. It felt like walking through an ancient gallery-beautiful, mysterious, and timeless.

When we reached my room, I noticed the number matched my document. The door stood tall and intimidating, carved from aged oak that seemed to have survived centuries. An iron band, darkened with rust and time, crossed its surface like battle scars.

"What a heavy door for such a tiny room," I whispered under my breath. "Is this a prison?"

"What?" Jude snapped, frowning slightly.

"Oh, nothing," I said quickly.

"This is your room," he said, stepping back. "I have to go now. I'm not supposed to hang around here for too long. Guess I'll see you around?" He winked before turning away.

"Oh, wait," I blurted, my voice shaky. "Um... do you happen to know where his office is?"

"Who?" he asked, looking confused.

"Never mind," I said quickly, my cheeks burning as flashes of our last encounter filled my mind.

"Alright then," he said, walking off.

I closed the door behind me, relieved to find the room empty. The idea of sharing a space with a total stranger made my stomach twist, but for now, I was safe.

I placed my bag on the bed and started unpacking. The room had a rustic charm-everything was made of heavy wood and cold iron. It was nothing like my soft, elegant room at home.

Still, as I tried to settle in, my thoughts wouldn't stop wandering to Jalen. The memory of his voice, his gaze, his nearness-it made my entire body tingle again.

Night fell quickly. I lay in bed, clutching my vanilla-scented pillow to my chest, staring blankly at the ceiling that seemed miles above me. I had sighed so many times that I lost count.

Then, my phone vibrated beneath the pillow, making me jump. My heart raced-I knew who it was. Only one person ever called me this late.

"Hi, Dad," I whispered, exhaling softly.

His voice came through the line faint and crackly. Great, I thought. The school isn't just boring-it barely has network coverage.

"Dad, I can't hear you. Please leave a message," I muttered, then set my phone aside.

Before I could relax, the door flung open. I startled, turning quickly.

A fair, chubby girl stepped in, her movements so firm and confident that the heavy oak door looked light in her hands. My lips parted in surprise.

"Hi," I managed, my voice shaky.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?" she snapped, eyes narrowing.

"You're Kelly, right? I'm your new roommate. I resumed today," I explained carefully.

"Interesting." Her tone dripped with sarcasm. "Just so you know-stay in your lane, and I'll stay in mine."

I nodded quickly. "Of course."

Without another word, she grabbed something from her bed and stormed out again, leaving a heavy silence behind. I exhaled deeply, relief flooding my chest. Jude was right, I thought. She's definitely not the friendly type.

Hours later, darkness had completely swallowed the room. I lay quietly, eyes half-shut, when a soft knock echoed at the door. Curious, I got up and walked toward it hoping it was clumsy Jude again.

When I opened it-my eyes widened as Jalen stood there.