Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 76

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Best friend Dad

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention.” After a while, George realized she was starting to doze off and so prepared where she was going to sleep.

He cleared the guest room, changed the bedding and went to call her.

“Your room is ready.”

Cheryl walked over to the guest room, her excitement overboard. Her parents may be living comfortably but the Carters often reminded her of the fact that next to them, her parents were paupers. The room was three times the size of her room at home with King sized bed leaning against the lemon colored walls. On one side, the dresser stood facing the window that had been draped over with curtains. On the other side stood a tall lamp, filling the room with a warm orange light.

Cheryl sat on the edge of the bed to feel the softness. It was unlike anything she’s ever seen. As she bounced on the mattress, her imagination flashed briefly, picturing herself riding George and got swept away in ecstasy.

“Good night, Cheryl.”

She switched off the lamp and began to undress, George’s face still running through her mind. The way she’d seen his print in the towel made her wonder how big he was. No, that’s wrong. She shouldn’t be thinking about her friend’s father like that.

But what choice did she really have if a sexy man she’s always had a crush on was just a room away? How could she sleep well knowing they were alone in the house and anything could happen?

Her heart was still beating fast as she remembered what he said about her being beautiful and how he’d said it without a hint of humour.

Did he mean it? Did he like her? All these questions only toppled and burned her mind till she finally drifted off to sleep.

In the other room, George hadn’t turned off his lamp. He sat up on his bed, frustrated that his hard–on had refused to relieve him. Cheryl’s presence had only made things worse for him but he knew she was off–limits. He needed to remind himself every now and then.

The morning sun seeped into the room through the light fabric curtain and warmed Cheryl’s face. She stretched on the bed for a few seconds before deciding to step outside. She checked the time and it read 8:30am. She needed to leave.

Washing her face in the sink, she stared at her reflection and realized what a mess her hair had been. Her black hair was frizzy and it stood on her head like a ball of cotton. She began to hear approaching footsteps and knew George was coming to her room.

She fumbled around for a brush on the dresser but could only see tons of hair and face products. She flung out the drawers and scattered the contents before finally seeing a brush. She worked on her hair immediately, causing a stinging pain on her scalp. At least, she now looked better.

A knock sounded on the door. “Breakfast is ready, Cheryl.”

Breakfast? Which meant he’d been up for a long time. Moments later, they were sitting around the Island table in the kitchen. George was dressed in a casual white long–sleeved shirt that hugged his frame and clung to his biceps: like skin. Cheryl swallowed her food hard, clutching the fork like it was life itself.

Her gaze trailed his back as he began to clean up where he made food. She followed the way his muscles moved and how strong his back looked. She imagined herself wrapping her arms around him from behind. That’s if her

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arms were long enough to wrap around. Then her eyes fell on his ass and she found herself drooling over how it would feel grabbing them if he pins her on the counter and fucks her.

Oh! That’s going too far. She flinched and her fork clattered on her plate. George turned around. She was now stabbing at the food in her plate.

“Don’t you like the food?” He spoke up and that’s when she realized he’d been watching her for a while.

With a forced chuckle, she chugged down lots of potatoes and shredded chicken from the plate. “Not at all. It’s… it’s good.”

George couldn’t tell why she’s been acting weird since the night before. He’d hate that he made her uncomfortable or unsafe because they were alone in the house. He’d hate for her to feel that way even though he had jarring thoughts about them both being tangled in the sheet. It’s not for him to decide how she feels.

So he decided to strike up a conversation. Perhaps, his question last night was the reason for her not being comfortable with him any longer.

“Vanessa tells me sometimes that my cooking is horrible.”

Cheryl looked up at him, surprise coloring her face. “What? No. I…I’m sorry, Mr. Carter, but the food is good. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

He kissed his teeth, his face scrunched up with uncertainty.

“I was thinking the salt was too much. Or maybe it’s too greasy. I try my best.”

Feeling the need to make him feel comfortable amplified by guilt, she flashed him her genuine bright smile.

“This is undoubtedly the best breakfast I’ve ever had. My parents order in most of the time. It’s why I suck at cooking too.”

They both laughed, the tension finally easing. Cheryl’s gaze lingered on George for a while, thinking it felt good and nice to see him smile. It took the weight off her chest.

“When you said your parents order in most times, why do they do that? Don’t they cook?” George asked, this time leaning over the table, his expression humourless.

Cheryl fidgeted with her fork, images of her parents often arguing flashing through her mind.

“They, um,” she shook her head. “They are always too busy arguing about who is supposed to cook and eventually give up when it’s too late or they are too tired. So they order fast food.”

George noted the way she wrapped her arms around herself her gaze getting distant as she stared into space and her face turning sour. He could deduce immediately that she had problems with her weight growing up but he didn’t see how that was her fault. Besides, she was a beautiful woman with a beautiful body. It didn’t matter what her parents did, she turned out to be a better person. Her friendship with his daughter was a real testament to that. He felt like saying something that could make her feel better about herself. Make her see she is one beautiful goddess and let her know how ethereal she is. How he would love to worship her by memorizing every inch of her body and soul with his lips, drinking and savoring the sweetness on both lips. But the sound of her phone ringing snatched them both from the discussion.

Cheryl picked up immediately she saw the caller ID.

“Hey, Vee.”

“Hey, Cheryl. I’m really sorry. I know I should have told you sooner or replied your text but I was so busy.” “Yeah. Busy fucking someone,” Cheryl thought to say but glancing back and realizing George had his eyes fixed on

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her made the words glide back into her throat.

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