Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 75

Best friend Dad

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“Come in, Cheryl.” His voice was deep, velvety and husky. He sounded like he could be in a ford commercial,

Cheryl’s stomach fluttered at the voice that she didn’t think twice before turning around again. This time taking in more of his features.

He was taller than she remembered. He always looked like that next to her and it made her wonder if he was too tall or she was just too short. Well, 5’4” next to George Carter can be considered too short considering he is what? 6’5“. He was practically a giant.

Not to mention his broad frame. His whole body covered the entrance in a muscular and strong way. Tattoos covered his whole chest and she could guess his back too. He had smaller ones grace his huge arms too and as they rippled with every movement, Cheryl swallowed hard.

His hair fell over his face in graceful curls, his hazel eyes lazily gazing at her. His jaw could slice metal despite the stubbles that laced it and his diamond shaped face could pass for modeling if he went for it.

“Vanessa wanted me to bring these.” She began to ramble as she dragged the box inside, having to squeeze herself through the space between him and the doorframe.

“It’s okay, Cheryl. You can drop them here. I’ll get them to her room.”

Silence enveloped them both as they stood in the living room, awkwardness slicing the thick tension. “I, er, I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

Are you kidding? Cheryl thought. Seeing him like that was the closest she’s ever had to fulfilling her fantasies with him. She’s had a huge crush on him since she was fourteen and had seen him. But she knew nothing could happen between them considering the age gap so she hoped that the crush would pass. Seven years later and she still hasn’t gotten over it.

“It’s fine.”

“I was expecting someone different. Vanessa didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“Oh.” Curiosity got the best of her. “Who?”

George’s lips curled into a knowing smirk and as she looked downwards again, she didn’t need anyone to break it down. He had been expecting a call girl.

“Oh.” That was all she could say. “Where is Vanessa?” She hoped she would come now and save her from the embarrassment.

George stepped forward, closing the distance between them as he lowered his voice to speak. “You didn’t think I’d be expecting a call girl like this while she’s around, did you?”

Cheryl’s heart stopped for a moment. His eye contact was too strong. Too strong for her to contain. And her heart was beating hard against her rib cage, wanting out. She swallowed hard before shaking her head. “No, Mr. Carter.”

George smiled after and then grabbed the box behind her casually. “She went to her boyfriend’s.”

Fuck, Vanessa! She could have told her. Thunder clapped again, louder this time and finally, the sky broke and rain began pouring heavily.

“You should stay.” George offered.

Cheryl nodded seeing how she couldn’t walk in the rain.

“I’ll go make some tea.”

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George had taken a shower, done everything that needed to be done to prepare for the woman he’d called. He had an exclusive lounge where he ordered women, call girls, to give him pleasure once in a while. He had sworn since his ex–wife had left him for another man because he didn’t have money then that he would never get married again or fall in love.

Women only love to go after one’s money and once you lack that, they go for the next.

He was ready for the girl. He hadn’t seen her before but trued Heather, the one who arranges them to know his taste. He loved dark haired women, a bit curvy on the lower part. He loved to fuck women with some ass, some chunkiness on the rear.

That’s why when he heard the bell, he knew it could only be the girl. So he went downstairs still in his towel to show how horny he was. When she entered, he wanted her to see how hard he was and just get straight to business.

But then, he had opened the door and seen her.

His daughter’s friend, Cheryl. Her dark hair fell over shoulder like the waterfall and her blue eyes looked up at him wide as if they were going to pop out anytime soon. She was dressed in a short penciled skirt that stopped mid thigh, clinging to her thick thighs and ass.

He had always said that Cheryl was a girl with a perfect body and she had to think of herself like a queen. She was pretty with those blue doe eyes and luscious lips framed with her small heart shaped face. She was short too and maybe too shy. But seeing her like that outside almost knocked the air out of his lungs as he thought the lounge had sent her.

As they sat around the table drinking tea, he decided to make small talk.

“How is school treating you, Cheryl?”

Cheryl chuckled softly as she sipped her hot chocolate tea. George was dressed up now in a white round neck t- shirt and black sweatpants.

“How it treats every student. You run around, study hard and every single time, you get hit in the the semester.” Getting more comfortable, she added. “The only alluring thing about school are th

They both laughed, George’s voice booming across the dimly lit kitchen.

“Tell me about it.”

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Cheryl folded her arms over the table. “They are cute. Their attitude sucks but at least, they are good–looking.”

George leaned back, studying her intently as he spoke again “Are they good at sex?”

Color rose to her cheeks as fast as a wildfire but so did her smile. She fixed her gaze on his face, taking in his beauty as she responded.

“No. I have never fucked any of them.”

“You are a pretty girl. Why haven’t you gotten one pinned to your bed?”

The compliment, the personal conversations and the dark room all made Cheryl’s want even worse. She felt like she could reach out to George, lean in to his ears and tell him she didn’t fuck them because none was as good looking as he is.

But she couldn’t say that. So she went back to sipping.

“I’ll stick to myself, thank you. No one wants a girl who doesn’t know how to have fun.” She finally replied.

“Who cares? They can teach you how to have fun if you can’t. You’re beautiful and smart. Any guy should want to be with you.”

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Cheryl’s smile broadened, the tension deepening. “Thank you.”

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She couldn’t tell if he was saying this because he was interested in her or he was just being nice. Either ways, it made her nerves tingle and she loved it.

Two hours later and the rain wouldn’t stop. Cheryl and George had discussed all they could but it didn’t seem like the rain would stop anytime soon. So he rose from the stool and spoke.

“You should spend the night here, Cheryl. The rain doesn’t seem to be holding its reigns.”

She thought about it for a while. The rain was still heavy and may not stop for another hour or so which might get her to still be there by twelve midnight. So she nodded and agreed to stay. Hopefully, she won’t regret it by doing something stupid.

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