Page 11 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

I picture her from this morning, her eyes on mine as her teeth scratched over her lip, and my cock throbs. I push my hand over my hard length. It’s been hard since this morning, damn it’s been hard since last night when she shimmied past in her tiny pajamas, and it didn’t matter how much I relieved myself. The ache comes back just as fast.

I know I need to be inside of her before I am truly satisfied.

It’s also the reason I’m so fucking grouchy.

And that is why I’m going to spend every minute of the time we have together, convincing her why she should believe me. Because I’ve seen the way Scarlett looks at me. I know she feels the same way about me.

I push at my throbbing cock again. At the same moment, my mobile rings and I groan seeing my ex-wife’s name. I know she wants something, she always does. Luckily, the thought of her has deflated my dick with just a single glance of her name.

“Hello.” My voice is gruff and harsh, and I have high hopes I’ll get this call over with and get back on with my plan for tonight.

“Hey Ant, I want to run something by you. Are you free for dinner tonight?” Her voice is all soft and sensual and I know it means she wants something.

I bite my tongue so I don’t lose my temper. I don’t want my focus taken away from Scarlett at this point.

“Sorry, I’ve got something important happening tonight. What’s the problem?” I learned my lesson, and it is easier to get straight to the point with my ex-wife.

“Lunch tomorrow? Or do you still work on a Saturday?” she asks.

“What do you want, Cassandra?” I hiss.

My blood roars in my ears as Scarlett leans into the man to her right as she listens to him whisper against her ear. I squeeze my phone so tightly in my hand, I’m surprised it hasn’t turned to dust.

The temptation to tell Cassandra to piss off is sitting on the edge of my tongue.

I’m tempted but; I don’t.

“A loan,” she whispers, but I catch it and laugh.

“I think I gave you enough when we divorced. You insisted on hiring an expensive lawyer instead of taking what I offered. I told you the day would come that you would regret that decision.”

“I just need a couple of hundred thousand dollars. I’ll pay you back at one percentage above the rate you would get from the bank,” she says.

“I gave you four million dollars in the divorce. And you’re married to a footballer who earns in a month more than what you’re asking me for.”

“He’s a gambler...and we’re going to lose our house.” Her voice breaks over the mobile. “I wouldn’t ask unless I was desperate.”

“And I’d have to be stupid to loan money to a gambler,” I say as I watch Scarlett. This morning she wore no make-up and her big blue eyes were as hypnotic as always. The way I always found them when I stared at her.

This morning, her dark brown hair was tied high in a ponytail. Now it’s floating in shiny waves down her back. As she takes a sip of her drink, blood heats in my veins. It should be becausemy ex-wife asked for money, but Scarlett is the reason my nerves are fraying at the edges.

“So you’re refusing? We were married for four years. Did you feel nothing for me?”

“Yes, and no. Now, if you don’t mind, I really need to get on with my job,” I say.

There’s an enormous sigh down the phone, and I know Cassandra, which means I know this isn’t the end. “I’ll get you back for this.”

She always needs to dig in the knife and twist it just at the right time. Luckily, I know her all too well.

“And I need to go. Goodbye.” I smile and end the call and get back to why I am here and glance into the bar as Scarlett keeps sipping on her wine.

If she keeps drinking, I am going to charge into the bar and throw her over my shoulder, where I know she’ll start kicking and screaming. But I don’t care because once I get her back to my home, I’ll show her who is in charge and it isn’t my darling Scarlett.

I know why she is acting like she is though and I’ll give her a little time out with her friends before I call time on her great escape. Her father, regardless of her being the forgotten child, thinks she is easier to deal with by giving her whatever she wants. Money, gifts...anything but his time.

But she isn’t allowed to drink alcohol outside the home, and this is her rebelling against what he wants of her—to be a top lawyer, like her sister, but he wants it without motivating her.

And this is her saying,fuck you, not me but, her father. For not loving her the way he loves her sisters.

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