In Love with my Best Friend's Father

Bambi's P.O.V

I could make out the kind of music being played in the club from where I stood, waiting for my turn to get in. For a Tuesday night, people really did show up. It wasn't that long until it was my turn to get into the hottest club in London and I would have gotten in earlier if it wasn't for the bouncer withholding my ID card, making me pass him a 20 which was totally way out of budget.

You see, I have what you people call a 'babyface' which majority of the times isn't a problem except for the times where people mistake my twenty-three years of age for a younger age, like today for instance.

Grambling inwardly and mourning for my lost twenty euros, I made my way inside the club, the music getting louder and louder. I could almost feel my ear drum rupturing. The stench of liquor was very much prevalent, and something else, something much more intense; SEX.

Both my body and soul were screaming at me to leave the place. This was not my scene. I did not go to exclusive clubs, let alone going to clubs on a Tuesday! Nevertheless any club at all! But before I could talk myself out of it, I fidgeted my legs towards the empty booth at the corner. That way, I would get some time to calm myself down and give myself a pep talk.

I could not leave, I mean I wanted to, but couldn't more like would not. I was on a mission and from my research, this was among if not the best place to conduct that mission. All I needed was to spot one guy, who didn't look scary to complete my mission. But as my eyes roamed around the club, I couldn't help but feel more out of place. Everyone was dressed to the nines, so gorgeous and sexy, dancing their night away, drinking, laughing, having fun, and here I was, creepily staring at them, in my pink top and preppy skirt with ballet flats! Which were a hand me down from my mother. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea, I did not belong here.

Hastily gathering my belongings, I made my way to get up from the booth but before I could make it all the way to the top, I crash into what seemed like a wall bringing me back to square one as all my belongings were sent flying all over the place. But a wall? In the middle of the booth? The Math wasn't mathing. Something wasn't right. Looking up, I came face to face with what looked like a very broad, did I say BROAD, chest belonging to a giant.

"My eyes are up here sweetie" A low husky voice brought me out of my daze and back to reality, as if in command, my head tilted up in search of the owner of the jaw dropping voice, and as a reward, I was greeted with the deepest, silver-grey eyes I have ever seen. And it was not only his eyes, but his face also, which seemed to have been carefully sculpted by the gods, with his jaw sharper than Arthur's knife. His entire demeanour, oozed sex and danger.

"Cat caught your tongue, darling?" He taunted, coming closer, breaking my personal bubble, as if it wasn't torn already by his presence. He crunched downwards, waiting for my answer. My heart was thumping so fast, I was scared it was going to rip itself out of its cage. Him being so close to me wasn't clearly helping my case. Garnering the last ounce of courage, I had left in me, I squeaked, "So incredibly sorry Sir, I-I, clearly wasn't watching where I was going, am really sorry...now if you would excuse me, am just going to go!" I rushed through my words, hoping that by that explanation, he was going to make way for me to leave. Bowing my head, afraid of being drawn in by his eyes, I made way to leave and had almost passed him, before I was abruptly brought to a stop by his deathly grip on my wrist, strong to hold me in place, but not enough to hurt me.

Shocked by his action, I raised my eyes to stare at him, my face scrunching up from both confusion and horror, anxious of what he was planning to do next. And by the smirk on his face, which grew wider on seeing my reaction towards him holding me, he clearly knew what he was doing; antagonizing me and seemed to very much enjoy it. Trying to tug my hands away from his deathly grip only resulted in him pulling me closer to him. After a very unfruitful struggle with this stranger for my freedom, I gave up and tried to reason with him, like a sound civilized human being.

"Could you please let go of me" I asked, my lips set to a thin line, now aware of the fact that his reluctance to let my hand go, was now drawing the attention of some of the club goers, and I HATED attention! " I need to go, now!" I stated, my voice laced with venom, letting him know of how frustrated I was with the adamancy to let me go, and if he had indeed heard it, he didn't quite show it, instead he leaned closer to whisper to my ear. This mere action causing me to stay glued to my spot, the frustrations I was feeling earlier dissipated only to be replaced with a whole zoo of butterflies in my stomach. What was wrong with me?

" Yeah sure," he whispered, his warm breath sending both warmth and chills throughout my body, and it was times like these that I was most grateful for my dark skin, otherwise my entire face would have been red as a tomato. His lips grazing my neck, or maybe it was just me, he continued " But what about your stuff?" Confusion wore my face and it was when he let go of my hand and waved it around the little area we occupied , did I then notice of the mess my belonging had made once they scattered around after our little accident. Embarrassed by the situation, I hurriedly grabbed my belongings, shoving them into the the hello kitty tote bag not caring to arrange them. After that I waved him a quick bye almost face palming myself for doing that. I did not even know the guy, why was I waving goodbye to him as if him and I were acquantainances. But anyway, It was all good. Him and I were probably never going to see each other again because I had decided to never step foot in a club again, at least not this club!

Hayden's P.O.V

I watched as the short, curvy woman scurried off, her kinky curls that were down bouncing as she left the club without a second glance back. She was clearly not for this place and definitely an interesting case, a very interesting case indeed. Slowly getting out of the trance that the pink sweatered woman had gotten me in, I began heading towards my usual spot when I noticed something, a notebook. Hmm, by the pink cover I guessed that it might have belonged to that woman. She must have left it behind while she hurriedly grabbed her stuff." Such a careless woman," I thought, yet so alluring!

I had seen her walk into the club, everybody had seen her. She looked so out of place, compared to everyone here but still, I couldn't help but be drawn to her. There was just something about her, something. I couldn't point out what exactly, all I know was that my body was clearly very much aware of her presence. I wanted to be closer to her, to be near her, to block her beauty and scent from other males, the many males, potentially predators, who were hungrily watching her, waiting for a chance to pounce on their prey.

She clearly wasn't aware of the attention she had drawn. She was in her own bubble. Her face, an open book. It looked as if she was talking to herself, trying to convince herself to get out of this place and it turned out, I was right! As she quickly got up from the booth she had occupied at the corner and started her way out. "Good," I thought, it was better she left. This place was too corrupt for her. It would give, both her and me a piece of mind.

What did I say about the predators waiting for their chance to pounce? From the corner of my eye, I could see one of the guys, who were drinking, closer to her booth get up to go follow her. He was one of the regulars and he had been eyeing her, ever since she got here. I had never had any problem with him as he was one of the chill guys and never caused a ruckus in this club, but right now, he was starting to piss me off.

Getting up, I quickly headed towards her direction and since my booth was at the top of the club which gave me a view of the entire club, it also guaranteed that I would cut her front, from leaving the club and before I knew it, the little doll came slamming towards me, her belongings scattering everywhere around us. Steadying her, I checked to see if she was hurt anywhere, because am not exactly the softest guy out there and by the speed she collided me with, it might have caused some damage to her.

I didn't know what I was doing, this wasn't really my business, this woman wasn't mine to protect. What the hell was I doing here playing knight to this incredibly beautiful woman? I was almost backing off but then she gasped, and I had to summon all the strength I had in me not grab this woman and claim her right there, what the hell was wrong with me? Noticing the blonde guy who had made me get here in the first place, stretching out his hand to call for my woman's attention, involuntary made me send a harsh glare to the blondie and as if that wasn't enough, a low animalistic growl escaped my throat letting him know that he wasn't welcome in this territory. He hesitated a bit, but after laying down the pros and cons, he decided to abandon the mission altogether. I smirked, watching him scurry off back to his groupies who were standing there shocked at first, yet proceeded to taunt him of his failed mission.

I was now left with the painstakingly beautiful woman. Being this close to her was driving me crazy, I was almost jumping her. I needed to stay away from her. Now that I looked at her closely, by her features she looked so young, at least a good ten years younger than my thirty-five years of age. She was still gazing at my chest, and I won't lie it was doing wonders to my body, I could still make out her features, her smooth dark chocolate skin, with apple shaped cheeks and a short wide nose as a finishing touch to her face. She looked like a doll, a very sexy doll. One that I very much wanted to tie up in my bed and never let go, one that I wanted to keep for myself and let no other man see or touch! I knew I should get out of there, while I still had the chance, but I couldn't help but want to taunt her some more, and when she finally looked up, staring at me with those big innocent doe eyes, all that was ringing in my head was, 'Fuck!'

Bambi's P.O.V

Not a day in the world, did I ever think that I would be this happy to get back inside this house. My heart and body were both still flustered from that encounter with the strange man. Who would have thought that I my body could conquer such a reaction, especially from a MAN!

Quietly locking the living room's front door, I hurriedly and meekly tiptoed to my room, which was located upstairs, closer to the attic. Actually it was an attic which was emptied to make a room for me, when I first arrived in this country. Making as little noise as possible, I got into my room not forgetting to lock it . I did not want last week's incident to repeat itself. I did not want that man to ever set foot in my room again, even though I lived in his house.

Finally getting the view of my room, I placed my bag on the dressing table, well what I called a 'dressing table' which was made up of a stool and mirror stashed up on the wall. I so badly wanted to jump on the bed and curl myself up in my blankets, but first things first, I had to check up if everything was still the same as I left it, especially my underwear cabinet. Opening up the drawer which was just a plastic container that I got online, I found my underwear neatly arranged just as I had left it but still, something was amiss. Heading straight towards the box under my bed where I placed my dirty underwear which were to be washed later and bingo! There was the evidence; a big white patch, which was still sticky and slimy, and very much fresh. He was here! Even though I had locked my room, he still got in. He had been getting bolder and bolder each day, and I wondered how much time I had before he finally made the move on me. Mr Evan, That creep!

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MR EVAN THE CREEP

I really don't know how it even started. I was still very much new to the country, desperately wanting to start a new life in a new environment. So, when I received the once in a lifetime scholarship to study in the UK, I readily jumped on the chance with no thought whatsoever, even though my mother was initially against it. I managed to woo and sway her heart, promising her that if I had any trouble or did not like it so far, I would go back home. And everything was good at first, everyone was welcoming. My school was located at the heart of UK and that is London. The problem was, my scholarship covered only my tuition and anything school related and food, but as for accommodation, you had to find your own. Housing in London was not CHEAP! I learnt that the hard way. The little cash that I had brought with me could only rent me a motel for two weeks and watching the little I had left quickly dwindle away, made me drag my ass off the couch and start apartment hunting, and it was not easy. Real estate here was not made to cater for the likes of me. So, imagine the conflict I went through, when I found the posting of the couple wanting a roommate to rent to, on Face book. On one hand, I liked my privacy and could not stand being close to any stranger for more than thirty minutes, and on the other hand, I did not have the financial ability to have that luxury of not staying close to strangers. So in the end, my bank account had the last say, and that is how I ended up living with Mr Evan Johnson the creep and his lovely wife Sarah whom I often wondered how she ended up with a man like him.

Sarah Johnson was what you would call the ideal American woman, even though she lived in England. She had the blonde hair, blue eyes and a body to die for. Unlike her stereotypical features which would get her casted in Hollywood's next big chic flique, she was a lovely woman. She made me feel at home, arranging my room before I arrived, even offering to show me around the city so that I could get familiar with my new home. She even made me supper for crying out loud, whenever I came back from school exhausted even though it was very much different from what I usually had back in my home country Kenya, it was still good. And these were the reasons why I was beyond shocked to find out she had a creep of a husband.

Mr Evan was welcoming at first, very welcoming indeed. He is the one who made my bed actually, cracking jokes to loosen my tension, and I was grateful. He was a big warm cuddly bear, those were the vibes he gave me when I first got in their house. Being on the larger side of the scale, Mr Evan was very active, I had noticed with him always carrying the heavier stuff and him fixing the piping etc. He had red hair, which contrasted his round face and brown eyes. Aside from that he did not spot any facial hair just freckles which marked his entire face. If you hadn't truly known him, you would think he was a warm innocent person.

Everything was well during the first week, aside from minor couple arguments here and there between husband and wife. I didn't suspect that I had a creep under me until the following week when I noticed that some of my panties, weren't where I had left them, especially my dirty ones. I started getting confused as to whether I had mixed them up with the clean ones in my drawer which led me to rearrange my drawer again. Giving up, I decided to buy new ones only for them to disappear on me. That is when I decided to monitor and be aware of my surroundings , and it was then that I noticed his lingering gaze on my body, Moreso on my chest area and rear end. He would bluntly stare and lick his lips , when his wife was not looking and when he knew I caught him staring, instead of apologizing and looking away, like a normal descent human being; he looked me straight in the eye, smiled and made the gesture of groping his crotch. I was very scared, I felt unsafe and what made me want to get out of this house, was how he got up to kiss his wife in front of me, his wife who was watching tv, a reality show I did not know of, bid her goodnight, walk up to me and take out his pee pee stick and squeeze it, while making the face of satisfaction. I was disgusted, and terrified. But it did not end there.

Whenever his wife wasn't home, I would sometimes find him laying on the couch BUTT NAKED his hand on his crotch, moaning my name and sometimes he would even have one of my panties on his crotch! I even started throwing away the ones I had found him using. He knew that those were the times I arrived at the house, he wanted me to see what he was doing. He had no shame. I began limiting the time I spent at that place, always making excuses about extracurricular activities I had going on whenever Sarah called me to question about my whereabouts and also finding myself some more homeworks, part time jobs and group activities to get out of that place. Hopefully, the two part time jobs I got would allow me the luxury of finding my own place sooner where I didn't have to worry about creepy roommates jumping me while I slept at night.

Just the previous week, I had forgotten to lock the door while showering. Freely washing my body, completely unaware of the unwanted company I had in my room. I walked out butt naked only to find this creepy man, fapping his pee stick with my underwear on it, and before,my hands could scramble to cover as much as possible, totally defenseless with nothing to cover my self, he groaned and no sooner he started shooting white stuff which landed on my chest and stomach. I was about to scream and I think he noticed that, because he hurriedly covered my mouth with his thick chubby arms which stank of his sticky stuff and he had the audacity of threatening to kill me!

Present time *

The University Library was pin drop silent. I could hear my own breathing and the sound of the keyboard clicking. It was a Friday night. Which University student would allow themselves to spend the night at the library, I guess I was the exception. Not to be a pick me or anything, trust me if I had the choice I would be out of here as well. But I couldn't, Sarah had travelled earlier to go visit her parents and she would be gone for the weekend. God knows what would happen to me if I chose to stay in that house. I had seen him calling, but I chose to ignore, what else was he going to tell me, other than creep me out more.

The truth was that, after the stunt he pulled the last week, I became more afraid of him. The guy was truly nuts! I was contemplating going to the authorities, but what evidence did I have of him. I had looked around the house to see whether I would find any CCTV camera only to find none. A thought had come to me of taping him and taking the evidence to the authorities, but I quickly discarded it as I did not want to risk knowing what would happen to me if I had ended up failing.

The only solution was Sarah. Would she believe me if I told her that her husband was a creep and pervert? What would she think of me? When I had no evidence to prove my claims. What if she ended up turning against me and throwing me out of the house. I was scared of being homeless as much as I was of being molested, I could end up being truly molested on the streets. Or maybe I was overthinking things, as I always have. The woman had been nothing but kind to me, and she was a sweetheart too. Maybe she would believe me? But what if she ended up believing me, what could she do? As far as I knew the creep was the one who paid all the bills. I didn't even know what he did?

Deciding to take a break from my thoughts, I grabbed my phone which was charging on the table beside me. As if on cue, my phone lit up letting me know that I had received a notification and a smile grew on my face on seeing what the notification was about. 'Prettiestflower1777 just sent a letter' the notification read. Clicking on the notification message to open it, my smile grew wider as I read the contents of the letter.

'Finally, you decided to take my advice! If he is THAT HOT! Then girl you already have my blessings, just make sure you discard those granny panties of yours and find something hot before spreading your legs for him, or else I will be disowning you!

Joking, love you x

I better be the first to know when you decide to give him your cherry

Xoxo

Your prettiest flower'

Since my concentration levels were already low meaning there was no way I would understand whatever, I was reading as my brain RAM was already filled for the day from both my living conditions and studying, I decided to relax by replying to my friend there and then, my crazy dashing friend whom I had never met.

'Who said I was going to be dropping my panties for a man I don't know just like that? And I just met him once, not sure if I am ever going to see him again so please calm your tits down. FYI my panties are very fine thank you, you can ask the creep because he seems to like using them all the time, am thinking of letting him have them

How are your exams btw?'

I quickly replied before sending the letter. Knowing that it would take at least two hours for the letter to reach her and a day before I got a reply as the letters took that long, I decided to go back to my laptop and open a new tab which would aid me in my apartment hunting saga.

My Friend

Her name was Lily Rose and yes, I had never met her, nor did I have an ounce of clue how she looked like. It was really amazing how we found each other. Who would have thought that an anonymous letter writing app would bond two strangers together, a bond so strong that we couldn't imagine living without each other.

I was back in Kenya, fresh out of high school with no friends to talk to, only relied on fictional romance novels to know how friendships and relationships work. I was a very shy kid which made it harder for me to make genuine friendships. The ones I had on high school were made out of survival instincts and they were mostly study related. I never felt like myself in these friendships only forcing myself to act like how a smart intelligent student who knew what she wanted in life would, but the truth was I didn't know what I wanted. I just knew how to play by the rules, do what was expected of you in terms of character, careers and even dressing or else you will stand out and people will judge and that was why I couldn't let the opportunity of starting afresh in another country where nobody knew me escape me. Shallow I know, but am grateful that I did, even though I am now contemplating my decision.

I remember being so scared while downloading the app, what if I encountered creeps who would hack me, I thought to myself but boy am I glad that I got over my fear and actually initiated the chat because otherwise, how would I have come to find this lovely friend of mine. We were both shy at first only exchanging pleasantries once in a while till, we discovered that we had a lot in common, like our tastes in food and fashion, our ambitions in travelling the world, our perceptions towards love and life, and so much more. Overtime, we connected in ways that no other online pals would.

She was the first person I ever opened to about how I felt suffocated with the persona and character that was forced onto me by society and the culture that I was brought up in and of my desire to flee and break free of the clutches that held me back from pursuing what I truly wanted and expressing myself how I truly wanted to be viewed. To others, it may have felt like a petty excuse to run away from my responsibilities that were assigned to me right as I came into this world. The responsibilities that were assigned to me as the first-born daughter in an African household.

Even though some were not written, there were still very clear that there were some characters and values that were expected of you as the eldest daughter in an African household. You had to be the second mother in that family, the one that youngers ones looked up to, be it your own siblings or relatives, an example to be used for good. You had to be the strong one both mentally and physically depending on how you viewed it, so that when it was time to protect your family, you would show up and not disappoint. Even though your entire body, felt as if a thousand needles were piercing into it or a thousand bricks placed on the body, you still had to move on and pretend everything was fine because the leader was always strong.

And I think it reached a point where I started to hate it. I felt that I couldn't do what I truly wanted because I had an image to uphold. An image I resented with passion. I want to be bad, to feel and undergo the reprucussions of doing something wrong, but no matter how had I tried doing the wrong thing, I couldn't. All I could think of was how people would view me after. My stupid perfect image.

And when I confined in Lily about all this, she did not judge me and view as petty and ungrateful as I initially thought, instead she comforted me, relating with the situation I was in, as she too did not want to disappoint and chose to sacrifice her happiness so that everyone else could be happy. How ironic!

We later made each other promises, that we will both escape from the environments that were tying us down and as much as I loved my family, I was really glad that I got out of there.

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