Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 17

He shrugged. “You usually come down and eat dinner with us. Are you feeling unwell?”

I smiled at my dad, feeling relieved. “Oh, I just wasn’t feeling great,” I lied.

“Well, hopefully, you’re feeling better by tonight. Everett and his father are coming over for dinner,” he said. Then, he kissed my head and left for work.

Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn’t know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn’t send my most intimate pictures to my crush’s father? Like I didn’t get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?

I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.

My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn’t control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams’s name on the

screen.

Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.

I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?

After deciding to ignore the text, I turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But I kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text.

The screen lit up with a longer message.

Mr. Williams: Are you ignoring me? I could just tell your father about those pictures if you want.

As soon as I saw his message, I picked up the phone.

Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don’t tell my dad.

Mr. Williams: It’s going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier.

I pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? I… I couldn’t. I placed my

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phone down and took a deep breath. I should call Ada; she would know what to do. I picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up.

After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My pussy throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, dick hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. I pushed my hand in my pants, teasing my clit.

God, everything about it was so fucking hot.

A few hours passed, and he didn’t text me back. I hoped that was enough to keep him over and to keep his

mouth shut.

At seven p. m., Dad yelled upstairs to me, “Mila, the Williams are here.”

I grabbed my phone and smoothed out my conservative navy-blue dress. Making sure all of the goodies were covered up. I didn’t want Mr. Williams to get the wrong idea, especially with my family at the dinner table. When I walked down the stairs, my heart was pounding against my chest. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me. As soon as I stepped into the room, Mr. Williams’s blue eyes pierced through mine. His cream sweater hugged his body.

Bad-boy Everett was giving me that look he always did. Deep. Dark. Dangerous. Yet all I could think about was how I took a picture of myself, sitting on my knees, breasts on full display, and eyes wide, looking like I was waiting for his father’s cock.

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