Page 11 of Surprise Baby for Daddy's Best Friend

The rest of the brunch went a lot better as I got to know the other girls from the bridal party. One worked in computer science while another was some journalist, who working for a paper I didn't know the name of. Each of them was so different from one another, but while we were sitting at the table enjoying a meal, it was like we had all known each other since we were children and had so many things in common.

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JARED

Istared up at the blotched ceiling of the hotel room and let out a heavy sigh. My body ached from sleeping awkwardly last night, and my eyes were still heavy from lack of sleep.

I lifted my hand above my face, trying to remember the night before. It felt like a dream, but Kim's scent was still freshly wrapped in the sheets. I rolled over onto my side and reached for the itinerary. Not exactly what I wanted to do with my time out here since I wasn't involved with the wedding, but there might be some events that interested me.

10 A.M. -Men's Golfing

It was already almost eleven which meant they must have all left without me. I didn't mind. Golfing wasn't exactly my thing. Plenty of people at the country club I belonged to, in New York were golfers, but I preferred a game of basketball. That was probably one of the few reasons I got along with people who weren’t at my level of income. They understood the fun of real sports, sports that didn’t involve hitting a ball with a club and hoping it wouldn’t land in some ditch somewhere.

My phone buzzed from a text. I unlocked it and smiled as Mandi's smiling face filled the screen. She was the angel that kept me going.

Did you sleep alright? I got in late so I didn't want to wake you this morning.

Yeah. I went to the bar last night.

Dad! Don’t tell me you got trashed.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, quickly typing out a reply.

I only had a few drinks. I’m fine.

Good. I don’t need you throwing cash around and making me stand out while we’re out here.

I groaned and rolled out of bed. She was protective, but also very much stuck in her ways of wanting to pretend she was someone she wasn’t. I didn’t blame her. I didn’t exactly show off my wealth to my friends either. Still, it was because of her contribution to the wedding that everyone was even here. So, they weren’t completely oblivious that she had money somewhere. But I wasn’t going to correct her on that.

My suitcase was stuffed with random clothes mixed together. The chaos was soothing compared to how organized I usually am. Every person that came through the house to help prepare meals, clean or do laundry made sure it was always spotless. This was my chance to just relax.

I settle on a plain black polo shirt and a pair of bootcut jeans paired with a nice pair of sneakers. If I was going to explore the resort, I was going to do it looking decent. I reexamined the itinerary. Kim mentioned she was also involved in the wedding somehow last night. I couldn't exactly remember how, or if it was the same one anymore. The music and excitement of the night were too much for my brain to hold onto, and I could barely remember her face and the smile she had given me. The smile that shaved years off my soul.

If she was part of the wedding party, it meant she was having brunch with Mandi and the other girls right now. It didn't say when they would return, but it would have been better if I wasn't around when they did. The idea of running into her while she was with my daughter made my stomach roll a little. Still, I wanted to meet her again, at least once more before we left the resort. To imagine the two of us as star-crossed strangers who might never see one another again beyond a random night together, made my throat dry up. I could ask her out on a date when we returned to the city, but how could I explain it to her without her feeling inferior? I wanted her to enjoy my company first before spoiling her with what I could provide.

The boys weren't supposed to return until after lunch, which meant I was on my own finding food.

The hours for the restaurants were listed on a small card next to the alarm clock. Breakfast had ended almost an hour ago and the rest of the places wouldn't open for at least another hour. I could hold off for now. I needed to wake up the rest of the way and get ready.

I stepped inside the shower and let the warm water soak through to my bones as the images and memories of last night continued to flash through my mind. The feeling of how tight Kim was as she rode my cock made me hard again. I squeezed and tugged on it, picturing her breasts bouncing in front of me as her screams of pleasure echoed through the room.

"Fuck," I grunted.

I wanted to touch her again. To do more with her than I could last night. My hand stroked faster until I couldn't handle it anymore and exploded inside the shower. My muscles spasmed as I leaned onto the side of the wall, taking a deep breath. She was perfect in so many ways and I was a mess of a man who got off on imagining her again. I didn't deserve to be around her again, but that didn't stop my yearning to touch her.

The restaurantI chose inside the resort was quieter than the rest. There was another high-end restaurant around the corner, but a burger sounded much nicer. Not to mention the service. It looked like the servers left you alone after serving you, instead of constantly harassing you about something or another to get a bigger tip.

My watch buzzed to let me know I had a text on my phone. An unknown number.

Are you finally up?

Who's this?

Terrance. Your number was listed on the itinerary but figured you wanted some sleep. Sorry.

I sighed. I hadn't thought to look at the entire thing. It would have been helpful to know everyone's numbers were listed. I could have easily grabbed Kim's number that way to avoid any awkward encounters later.

Yeah, I'm grabbing a burger right now.

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