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He presses down on my clit, and I gasp for air as I cum again. This one is smaller but still feels oh-so-good.
“That’s it. Such a good girl, taking my cock so well and cumming for me so perfectly. I’m gonna fill this pussy up. And whose pussy is this, Ava?”
“Yours,” I whisper, heart breaking for the millionth time tonight. I’m his, even if we’re not together. I can’t see it any other way.
“That’s right, this is mine. My fucking pussy,” he growls. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans. “I love you. Fucking hell, I love you,” he chants over and over as he finds his release, emptying himself deep inside me. He fills me with his cum until it’s dripping down my ass and onto the bed.
Roman collapses on me and pulls me into his arms. We’re both a mess, trying to catch our breaths while we come down from our high. “I know I have to leave...” he trails off softly. I listen to his heart still beating fast, my head on his chest, ear pressed over the spot. The sound is slowly lulling me to sleep. “But I need to hold you for just a little while longer, okay?”
“Okay,” I murmur, eyes growing heavy. “Stay with me. Just a little while longer.”
***
“Hey, Ava! Are you awake? Girl, you have no idea what kind of night I had. I need to tell you all about it before I have to go meet my dad for breakfast before he heads back home.”
My brain is struggling to figure out if I’m hearing voices in my dream or if this is real life.
“Bitch, I’m coming in. I got coffee from your favorite place down the street, so you can’t hate me for waking you up.”
It takes me far too long to realize that the voice I’m hearing is Tasha’s, and it’s very much happening in real life.
“What the fuck!” her high-pitched scream pierces the room. I jolt up in a panic at the same time Roman does. My eyes go wide, locking on Tasha’s horrified face. The coffees in each of her hands go crashing to the ground as her hands fly to her mouth.
Fuck. No. No, no, no! This can’t be happening. A wave of nausea hits me, and I feel like I’m going to puke.
I’m about to lose everything, and all I can do is stare in shock at my best friend finding me naked in bed with her dad.
Chapter 14
Roman
“What the fuck!”
Dear god, kill me now. This can not be happening. Fucking hell, anything but this. Not right now. This is not how I wanted her to find out.
The coffees in her hands go crashing to the ground as her hands fly to her mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
I’m in a bit of shock from being ripped from my deep sleep. “Tasha!” The way Ava shouts her name and the desperate plea on her face as she looks at her best friend, my daughter, with devastation shatters my fucking heart.
“My dad!” Tasha screeches. “You’re fucking my dad?!”
“It’s not like that,” Ava insists, scrambling to get dressed. Tasha turns away, her whole body vibrating.
“Tasha, sweetie,” I try, but she whips her venomous gaze at me.
“My best friend, Dad? Are you fucking kidding me!” Tasha screams. “You could have anyone in the world, why the fuck would you touch her!”
“Please.” Ava’s dressed now, walking towards Tasha like she’s a wild animal. The look on Tasha’s face makes me think she might be. “It’s not like that.”
“Like what?” Tasha snarls. “How long have you two been fucking?” she asks, her eyes flicking between us before they widen. “Dear God, Ava, please do not tell me he’s the older guy you’ve been fucking for work.”
“This isn’t about her job,” I tell her, wishing like hell I at least wore boxers to bed last night and wasn’t butt-ass naked.
“You mean you didn’t pay her a shit ton of money to fuck her?” Tasha swings her angry glare at me. “Didn’t think you were resorting to hiring whores now.”
Ava lets out a sobbed gasp, the light leaving her eyes. Nope. I love my daughter, but I won’t allow her to talk about Ava like this. Not my woman. Not the girl who’s been her best friend for years.
“That’s enough!” I roar, getting to my feet and wrapping the blanket around my waist. “You will not talk about her like that, do you understand me? Ava is everything good in this fucking world. Do not call her that.”