Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 59

"It's better ev

ery time," Iacopo says. He's reaching over for some tissues. He bends down in front of me to wipe up his seed.

The gentleness of his touch contrasts with how roughly he took me. I'm looking at the top of his head.

How can I possibly betray him?

He yawns. "I'd like another round, but I need to sleep. Come on."

So without showering or really cleaning ourselves up, we go to the bedroom. We finish taking off our clothes, discarding them on the floor. In moments, his big body is wrapped around me in bed and we're curled up under the covers.

I wait until his breathing slows down and evens. I hate myself. I hate my dad. But I extricate myself from the bed without waking him up, because I know what I have to do.

I look around until I see his wallet in the pocket of his pants. I can't believe I'm doing this. As quietly as I can, I put my clothes back on. I still have some of his seed inside of me. I choke back a sob. I can cry later, when I've gotten out of the lion's den.

My hand is shaking so hard that it's difficult to put my hand inside of his wallet. I might have to take the whole thing. All I need is his RFID badge. Then I can wipe all the traces of my dad's theft and we can disappear into the sunset.

I hate doing this to Iacopo, but I don't think I have a choice. The whole reason that I'm here is to protect my dad from him. Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that.

But today I take that back. I am in control of my own destiny, not Iacopo.

I take the wallet and stuff it into my pocket. It makes a big, visible bulge. Time to go.

"What are you doing?"

I freeze in place and slowly spin. "Iacopo."

I thought that he was going to be sleeping for a while, giving me plenty of time to escape.

"What's in your pocket?" His eyes are cold.

"Just...something." I scramble for the right words.

He's walking across the room now, his long legs eating up the distance in no time. I can't move. I can't speak. I think my heart has stopped. His hand is reaching into my pocket.

Chapter Twenty

Mother’s Daughter

Iacopo

I can feel my wallet and pull it out. I look at it.

“You are your mother’s daughter.”