Best Friend’s Father’s Dark Lessons - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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My heart pounded as I stood in my best friend's study, biting my lip to steady my nerves. A pair of strong, calloused hands held me firmly against a broad chest, the deep murmur of a man's voice soothing me.
"Easy now. Just breathe."
The man comforting me? None other than Sophia's father.
Guided by his steady touch, I let my eyes flutter shut...
My name is Emily Anderson, and I just turned eighteen.
While most girls my age swooned over boy-band heartthrobs with their pretty-boy looks, I'd always been drawn to something different—older men. The kind with experience, confidence, that effortless authority that made my stomach flip.
So when Sophia invited me over for the weekend, and her dad happened to be home? Let's just say I wasn't prepared.
Richard Lowell was the definition of distinguished—tailored suit, a luxury watch catching the light, his presence commanding the room without trying.
"Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart."
His rough palm engulfed mine in a warm, firm handshake, and just like that, my face burned. My thighs clenched involuntarily, and whatever I mumbled in response was barely coherent. Even after he left, my mind was still reeling.
He was exactly the kind of man I'd fantasized about.
"Earth to Emily?" Sophia waved a hand in front of my face.
I snapped back to reality and grabbed her arm. "How long have your parents been divorced?"
"Since I was little. Why?"
"Has your dad dated anyone since?"
She shrugged. "A few, but nothing ever stuck." Then she narrowed her eyes. "Why the sudden interest?"
"No reason," I lied. "Just figured a guy like him wouldn't be single for long."
No way was I admitting the truth—that I was already crushing on her father. First, because it felt wildly inappropriate. Second? Sophia was the queen of gossip. If my conservative parents found out, I'd be grounded until graduation.
That evening, Mr. Lowell surprised us by cooking dinner—including my favorite, Buffalo wings.
"How'd you know I loved these?" I asked, stunned.
He smirked, placing one on my plate. "Asked Sophia. First time making them, so go easy on me."
The first bite was perfection—crispy, juicy, better than any restaurant. At my praise, he chuckled, dimples flashing. That boyish grin against his otherwise mature demeanor? Deadly.
Conversation flowed effortlessly between us, his stories laced with wit and worldliness. The more he spoke, the harder I fell.
And all I could wonder was—what kind of woman did Richard Lowell like?
"Easy now. Just breathe."
The man comforting me? None other than Sophia's father.
Guided by his steady touch, I let my eyes flutter shut...
My name is Emily Anderson, and I just turned eighteen.
While most girls my age swooned over boy-band heartthrobs with their pretty-boy looks, I'd always been drawn to something different—older men. The kind with experience, confidence, that effortless authority that made my stomach flip.
So when Sophia invited me over for the weekend, and her dad happened to be home? Let's just say I wasn't prepared.
Richard Lowell was the definition of distinguished—tailored suit, a luxury watch catching the light, his presence commanding the room without trying.
"Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart."
His rough palm engulfed mine in a warm, firm handshake, and just like that, my face burned. My thighs clenched involuntarily, and whatever I mumbled in response was barely coherent. Even after he left, my mind was still reeling.
He was exactly the kind of man I'd fantasized about.
"Earth to Emily?" Sophia waved a hand in front of my face.
I snapped back to reality and grabbed her arm. "How long have your parents been divorced?"
"Since I was little. Why?"
"Has your dad dated anyone since?"
She shrugged. "A few, but nothing ever stuck." Then she narrowed her eyes. "Why the sudden interest?"
"No reason," I lied. "Just figured a guy like him wouldn't be single for long."
No way was I admitting the truth—that I was already crushing on her father. First, because it felt wildly inappropriate. Second? Sophia was the queen of gossip. If my conservative parents found out, I'd be grounded until graduation.
That evening, Mr. Lowell surprised us by cooking dinner—including my favorite, Buffalo wings.
"How'd you know I loved these?" I asked, stunned.
He smirked, placing one on my plate. "Asked Sophia. First time making them, so go easy on me."
The first bite was perfection—crispy, juicy, better than any restaurant. At my praise, he chuckled, dimples flashing. That boyish grin against his otherwise mature demeanor? Deadly.
Conversation flowed effortlessly between us, his stories laced with wit and worldliness. The more he spoke, the harder I fell.
And all I could wonder was—what kind of woman did Richard Lowell like?
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