Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 58

“Kelly, if you love me, you have to.”

Tears threaten to fall. I don’t want to betray my lover, my fiancé. I wish that my father never called me. I wish that he never stole anything from Iacopo. But wishing to change the past is the instinct of a child. Adults know that they have to move forward.

“Okay.” I feel like the word is choking me, lodging in my throat like a fishbone. Unfortunately, a pair of tweezers won’t be enough to fix my problem today.

“Good girl, Kelly. I promise, I’ll make all of this right.”

It’s already gone so wrong. I haven’t stolen anything yet. “Bye, Dad.”

“See you soon, Pumpkin.”

I hit the red button. I slip the phone into my pocket.

“Kelly?”

I spin around. Iacopo is leaning against the doorframe.

It’s unfair that my father is asking me to betray someone who has asked me to marry him. It’s unfair that I’m even in this position, a sacrifice to save my father.

He walks towards me, his shoulders moving like a predator stalking helpless prey. His eyes are shining with a light that I’ve become accustomed to during our time together. I’ve only seen it for a few days.

Chapter Nineteen

Stealing

Kelly

His hands settle on my waist. I look up, way up at his face. I can see his desire burning brightly.

And something inside of me leaps up. His hands grip my waist. I wrap my legs around his hips.

"Flexible," he grunts before capturing my mouth in a hard kiss.

I hope he can't tell how conflicted I am right now. I want him. I want this. I want us.

But I've already agreed to betray him.

He pushes my body against a wall. The hard, cool surface is against my back. He's not kissing me anymore. His eyes are looking straight into mine.

"Do you want to be taken like this? Mostly clothed against a wall?" His hand goes under my skirt, pushing aside my panties.

Both of us can feel how slick I am, how easily his fingers glide between my thighs.

"Oh," I moan. He catches the moan with his mouth. His tongue is fucking my mouth now. His hand is tangled up in my hair, pulling it almost hard enough to hurt.