My Best Friend’s CEO Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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“Yeah,” I mutter.

After a pause, he says, “Give me your cell phone number, Maci.”

CHAPTER 16

LUKAS

Kayla sits across the dining room table from me. I can hardly look at her. She’s supposed to know about Maci and me and Finn. Right now, she’s supposed to be processing it, crying, screaming, throwing stuff at me. Instead, she’s checking her phone every two minutes as if wondering why her so-called perfect boyfriend isn’t messaging her.

She doesn’t know it, but I’ve got security following her. At a distance, in plainclothes, but they’re there. I don’t want to make her suspicious, but if Finn or anybody else tries any crap, they’ll bring me their goddamn heads on a platter.

Is everything okay? I almost ask, but there’s no point. I know what the issue is. She wants to hear from Ethan.

I’m keeping something from Maci, too. It’s about her mom. I tried to do the right thing, but I’m not sure what I was thinking. I can’t think clearly since that connection Maci and I shared. All I can think about is her.

I fork steak into my mouth, swiping on my phone. We don’t usually eat like this. The VR stuff has given me an excuse to have my phone at the table since I need to be ready to answer any work emails.

“Maci’s acting weird,” Kayla says a moment later.

My toes curl in my shoes. I bite down so hard on my steak that my teeth hit the fork. Goddamn it. I can’t talk about Maci. Even after she puked, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to be with her, and then there was the date talk. I want it even now when everything in me should focus on my daughter. I want to be alone with my lady, not just intimately, to let her know she means more to me than that.

“Oh?” I say after a pause. Kayla’s looking at me expectantly.

“I think she’s found a boy,” Kayla mutters.

I swallow… nerves and steak. “What makes you say that?”

“She’s acting weird, and I normally know all her shades of weird. This is something different. I’ve ruled out all the possibilities. I think it has to be a boy.”

I say nothing. Lying to her makes me feel like such a scumbag and lowlife, even worse than Finn. At least he has a messed-up justification for his lies. He’s poor, needs cash, and wants to pursue his poetry career. He’s a prick, but can I say I’m any better?

“It’s a good thing if she does,” Kayla says. “I want her to be happy. She deserves it, but I’m worried about her. She’s always saying she doesn’t want me to get hurt. Well, the same goes for her. At least if I get hurt, it’ll be something I’ve experienced before. This will be her first heartbreak.”

I stare at my food, feeling like the world’s worst dad. It’s not exactly difficult to make that leap. I’ve got too much knowledge about what my daughter’s talking about. I try to think how this conversation would’ve gone before what happened in the pool and before I learned that Ethan is a manipulating blackmailer called Finn.

“Hopefully, that doesn’t happen,” Kayla goes on with a sigh. “Hopefully, she’s found somebody who respects her, cares about her, and appreciates her unique appearance.”

“Unique appearance?” I say.

Kayla looks at me oddly. I think I’ve let my voice come out much too sharp, too urgent. She’s looking at me as if wondering why I care so much. That’s dangerous. I need to get myself under control.

“She’s always been self-conscious about her body,” Kayla says. “She’s been on the more plus-size side since we were kids. She once told me it’s lucky she’s never wanted a boyfriend because nobody would ever want her.”

I grind my teeth together, thinking of my woman naked, her thickness, her curves, so much of her to indulge in. Hot desire pumps through me when I remember how I sunk my hands into the globes of her juicy ass, grabbed her hips, owned her, claimed her, sucked her nipples, and palmed her big, juicy tits.

“But that’s crap,” I say, struggling to keep my voice under control.

“I know that,” Kayla replies. “I just wish she did.”

Kayla frowns, looking at her phone again. I turn back to my food. The need to tell my daughter the truth pulses inside of me. The only thing that stops me is having to face Maci and inform her I told Kayla without warning her first. She wants a few days, she says, but what difference will it make?

Everything’s going to come crashing down either way.

My knowledge—my certainty—of the impending family apocalypse is made even worse because the following day, I pick up Maci outside college and drive toward the outskirts of the city. We arranged the date last night via text. My manhood immediately got hard when she sent me, Yes. It made me think of her moaning the word as she writhes on top of me, trembling with pleasure, her body primed and ready to give me her lust.


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