Dirty Affairs With My Daddy's Bestfriend

Velvet's POV

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing. Dad's voice still echoed in my head.

"You'll be staying with my best friend in America while you attend medical school. My sexy, hot Alpha Zavian." His deep voice rumbled like trying to promote his friend for me.

I swallowed hard.

His thirty years old, unmated best friend.

And I, his daughter-only eighteen, a virgin, going to live with a single, hot spicy sugar daddy. This thought alone stirred inside me because what would anyone expect in this situation.

In my mind, I saw him. Tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, eyes that could strip me bare with a single look. He would walk into the room like he owned it, and everything inside me would tremble.

Alphas are always possessive and dominant, no way he won't do that to me.

I imagined his scent-strong, masculine, dangerous. The kind of scent that could make a girl weak in her knees.

I closed my eyes tighter.

What if he touched me? Like he could. Any day. One day.

What if his large hand slid over my waist as he leaned in to whisper my name?

Velvet.

The way I heard it in my mind was rough, deep, and commanding.

Heat rushed through me.

My legs pressed together as if trying to cage the fire spreading there. I had never been kissed. I had never been touched. But the thought of Alpha Zavian doing either made butterflies in my stomach.

I pictured him stepping closer, his body falling over me. My breath would catch. My lips would part. His thumb would tilt my chin up until my mouth was helplessly waiting beneath his.

I used to watch all those hot, spicy eroticas. Now I'm getting to imagine myself being the female lead.

Help me!

I moaned quietly into my pillow. Shame mixed with hunger. I had no right to think of him this way. He's my dad's friend. He's supposed to protect me from men that would want to do this to me, not... not devour me.

Yet the hunger in my mind grew intense. I'm yet to go live with him and it's getting this way. What will then happen when I arrive at RavenHills and my dad will leave after dropping me.

Oh my goodness!

What if he pushed me against a wall?

What if his lips brushed down my neck, claiming me, marking me?

I gasped, my eyes flying open. The room was too hot, my body too restless.

First time feeling this way.

This was madness. Pure madness.

And yet, it felt so good to imagine.

The next morning, I was at breakfast and Dad repeated the topic.

"I don't want you to live off campus or even on campus. America is a free world but you're naive, you've been raised conservative all your life. You need discipline, someone who can guide you."

Discipline my pussy? You mean someone who can guide me to release