Page 3 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
A man’s handsome face flits across my mind. Alex is Dad’s best friend since college. They used to work at a fashion company together before Alex started his own brand,Trend.
My old room has been made into a nursery for the newborn baby, but my dad has converted the basement, which used to be a store room, into a new bedroom.
“Ta-da!” My dad grins at me as soon as he opens the basement door.
I gasp as soon as I glance at the interior. Not only it’s newly painted, but there’re new built-in wall shelves and walk-in closets and newly waxed floors. It has everything including a small living area, a comfortable bedroom, and a bathroom. There isn’t enough light from the small windows, but the numerous, fancy ceiling lights provide plenty of illumination. My old bed stands in the center of the room, but the bedding is new.
“Wow, Dad. This is so nice. I love it! You must’ve spent a lot of money!” I say, impressed by what I see.
He shrugs. “Lisa’s parents’ friend knows the constructor, so they got us a good price.”
He puts down the suitcases next to the closet and gives me another hug. “Welcome home!”
“Thanks,” I say, sniffling a bit because of the emotions.
“Anytime, sweetheart.” He pats my back. “Now you can live here and commute to grad school.”
“Sounds great,” I say, although I’m not sure about it yet. As Cody said, I can still change my mind about the school. Besides, I’m used to living by myself. Although my new bedroom looks fantastic, it still feels weird to stay with my dad’s new family. “But you can rent it out even if I don’t stay here.”
“Nah,” my dad says. “We’ll use it for a guestroom.”
I’m still touring my new space while trying to convince myself to stay home rather than going abroad when the doorbell rings.
“It must be Alex,” my dad says. “I’ll go get the door. Come up when you’re ready and say hi to him.”
“Sure, I’ll do it now,” I say and follow my dad to the front door.
From the window, I glimpse the sight of a tall, muscular man, and a familiar nervous feeling creeps up. The truth is, I had a tiny crush on Alex when I was a teen. Okay, maybe not so tiny. In fact, he was the first guy I fantasized and I sulked every time when I saw him with a woman. I never revealed my feelings to him, knowing he was off-limits, the gap between us was huge, and he was my dad’s best friend. I don’t understand why I’m nervous. I haven’t seen him since I entered college, and I’m pretty sure I got over him.
“Hey man, what’s up?” My dad is going to hug Alex but steps back since the latter is carrying a large brown bag. “Is that food?”
“Yep. I ordered it from Ricci’s,” Alex says. “Too bad they don’t deliver.”
And then his blue eyes flash when he sees me.
“Buddy, you’re hiding a beautiful young woman in your house while your wife is away?”
My dad slaps his shoulder. “Stop joking. You know who she is.”
Alex chuckles. “I don’t believe it. Is that really you, Vivi?”
My whole body feels warm under his appraisal look, and hearing him call me by my nickname makes it even worse. “Yes, Alex. How are you?” my voice trembles despite my effort to stay calm.
He pushes the brown bag into my dad’s hands and opens his arms. “Come here!”
I giggle and go into his embrace. The moment my body presses against his, a powerful stream rushes between my thighs. Oh, God. I haven’t gotten over my teenage crush at all. This man would be the death of me if I weren’t careful. He isn’t a playboy, but he’s broken plenty of women’s hearts, including the famous supermodel Trisha Taylor. I quickly pull away. No, I don’t want anything to do with Alex Anderson.
Chapter 2
Alex
Women are amazing creatures, although sometimes they’re a pain in the ass.
I’m at a loss for words when I realize the beautiful girl in front of me, next to my best friend John, is Vivian, the little girl I used to know.
How has the tiny caterpillar turned into a gorgeous butterfly overnight? Well, maybe not overnight because I haven’t seen her for four years. Obviously, she’s hidden in a cocoon somewhere, and I miss the transformation process. The bright green eyes are about the only feature I remember. The rest—including the feminine curves, the confident demeanor, and the sweet scent, is all new.
When I hug her soft body, my dick jolts despite my willpower—this is inappropriate. Not in front of John!
