Page 1 of My Favorite Girl

Chapter 1

Dan

Thursday, May 13

My father’s new girlfriend

If there’s one benefit to being a Blackwood, it’s how eager every girl is to ride my dick.

There’s a girl in my bed, straddling my thighs. We met last night at my friend’s seventeenth. She’s pretty. Nice eyes and with dark hair that sits around her shoulders. Perky tits. She couldn’t wait to whip off her bra and show me. I don’t know a thing about her other than her name is Monique.

She doesn’t care. They never do.

They’re always just excited to run off and tell their friends they’ve slept with a Blackwood.

I pull her panties to the side and bring her hips in line with mine.

“Dan.” My father knocks on my bedroom door and I instantly lose the hard-on. For fuck’s sake. The one time the man chooses to come back to the penthouse and take an interest in me hasto be right now, midnight on a random Thursday, when he’s ordinarily off with his new girlfriend.

Monique gasps. “Is that your dad?” Her confidence vanishes and she’s covering herself with my bedsheet.

“The door is locked,” I reassure her. “Ignore him. He’ll disappear in a second.”

“Dan.” The knocking turns impatient, matching the tone of my father’s voice. “I know you’re in there. We need to talk.”

“I’m busy,” I shout back.

Monique climbs off me. “Your dad sounds kind of mad. Maybe I should get dressed.”

I force down my frustration and pull on a pair of track pants. “No, just… hang out in the bathroom while I get rid of him.”

She scurries off into my adjoining bathroom, the knocking continuing.

“What do you want?” I answer the door.

My father, always in a designer suit and with his dark hair never a strand out of place, looks down at my bare chest then past me to my unmade bed. Monique is out of sight but he’s wise enough to know I have a girl in here with me. I have three older brothers; he knows what we’re like and doesn’t care. Probably because he’s led with such a fine example, having fucked half the women in this city without knowing their names. At least I took the time to learn Monique’s.

“Dan, I’d like to have a serious discussion with you about Amabella. Get dressed and meet me in the living room.”

His girlfriend. I’ve never met her, but then again, I’ve never met any of the women he sleeps with. I’ve never known their names unless I saw it online. The paparazzi love following my father. He’s a socialite and one of the wealthiest bachelors in New York City, along with having built a hotel empire.

Amabella is the first woman he’s kept around for longer than a month and told me and my brothers about. He says she’s aseating hostess at a restaurant here on the Upper East Side. I’m not judging the lady by her career but she seems beneath his standards, considering I’ve only known him to sleep with models.

“I have a guest in my bathroom,” I tell him. “We can talk later.”

His jaw tics, frustrated by my answer. The two of us can’t go five minutes without arguing. Tonight, however, he doesn’t push back.

He wants something from me.

“We can talk here,” he says. “I’ll make this quick. I’d like you to meet Amabella?—”

“I don’t need to meet the women you sleep with.”

“Dan.” My name is curt out of his lips. A warning. “Amabella is different. I’m serious about her. Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself, but I can see myself marrying her. Not without the approval of you and your brothers, of course. It’s important that you feel comfortable with the addition to our family.”

My eyebrows draw together with disbelief over every word that’s left my father’s mouth. Since when has he ever cared about our family? The man had nannies raising me and my older brothers from the day I was born. The way he coped with the death of our mother was to throw himself into work and stick his dick in everything that moved. I understand he needed time to grieve, but not sixteen years. Now he wants us to act like a family? What a joke.

“You can marry whoever you want. I don’t care and I don’t want to be a part of it.”

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