Page 10 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

Landon grinned. “I couldn’t let a pretty girl like you find your own way back now, could I? Especially not when you were out of your comfort zone.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

Landon tucked in his shirt and pulled on his blazer. Aside from his bright eyes and the flush on his cheeks—his hair was just a little messier than before—it didn’t look like anything had happened.

I pushed my hand into my hair. It was a tangled mess. I was pretty sure I looked like I’d been fucked good and hard. I sure as hell felt like it. The aftermath of my orgasms still glowed under my skin.

I walked Landon to the door.

He turned to me. I expected him to kiss me or something. He’d been so loving and caring the whole night, treating me like this was way more than just sex and not because we’d both been drunk and horny.

“Brad doesn’t have to know about this,” he said.

I frowned. “I wasn’t going to tell him.”

“Right,” Landon said. “Good. Because it didn’t mean anything, right?”

I hesitated. Landon had suddenly shut down and was behaving a lot more like the man I’d come to know as Brad’s dad.

“Right,” I finally said. “It meant nothing.”

“We’re not in the same circles,” Landon said. “So this should be pretty clean-cut.”

I stared at him. I hadn’t realized our circles mattered. I’d thought this was about two people connecting, not about him “roughing it” and sleeping with someone outside his “circles.”

My stomach twisted, and the warmth that had come with the orgasms drained away. I wasn’t good enough for him. Why the hell would I be? I didn’t have money or good breeding or any of the shit the Cavaliers and their families cared about.

Even if, for a moment, he’d made me feel like it meant something to be with him. Hell, it hadfeltlike it meant something. I’d never felt with anyone what I’d felt with him just a few minutes ago.

It had all been an act, hadn’t it? God, I was a fool.

“Drive safe,” I said tightly.

Landon nodded. “Sleep well.” He left my apartment, and I shut the door almost immediately. I wasn’t going to watch him walk to his car, wave at him as he drove off.

If this meant nothing to him, it didn’t mean anything to me either.

I leaned against the door and squeezed my eyes shut.

It had been a good night. I’d had fun. I’d had sex. That was all that mattered. It wasn’t like I was looking for something, anyway.

Landon was just a one-night stand, and there was no reason to talk about—to think about it again.

I walked to the bathroom, showered, and got ready for bed. I forced myself not to think about him. I hated how the good night had become so sour in the end, and the alcohol in my system probably made it worse.

Now that I was starting to fade, my head throbbed.

I climbed into bed. Tomorrow was a new day. None of this mattered. Landon wasn’t worth another thought if he didn’t think I was good enough. I would just put him out of my mind.

When I switched off the light and closed my eyes, though, I could still feel him between my legs.

And God, it felt good.

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One Year Later

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