One night with my father's best friend

Chapter 4

Lola

I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I continued doing it anyway.

Rowan had mistakenly left his door open, giving me the opportunity to see how mercilessly he fucked the woman that couldn't stop screaming his name all night.

He looked like a beast, a handsome monster as he thrust furiously into her. I wanted to be in her place. I wanted to know how it would feel to experience such pleasure that was capable of numbing my mind.

My panties were soaked, I could feel my wetness trickling down my thighs, but I could do nothing about it. Unable to take in the torture anymore, I shut the door carefully and returned to my room.

I'd busied myself with watching the erotic scenes of Rowan and Lyra in bed, and now I couldn't get the images out of my head. Scrolling through reels on Instagram couldn't help so I searched for my boyfriend's contact and dialed his number.

Even though I was harboring strange feelings for Rowan, it didn't change the fact that Zane was my boyfriend. Thinking about him made me feel guilty for lusting after another man when I had him.

It rang twice but he didn't answer which was rather weird because he'd never ignore my call. I tried again and when he didn't answer nor return the call, I tucked myself under the duvet and waited for mother nature to take its full course.

A few hours later, soft rays of light bursting into my room stirred me up from my chaotic slumber.

I'd be lying if I said that I had a good night's rest because I didn't. My sleep was filled with erotic dreams of Rowan eating my pussy up with endless orgasms following suit.

My pajama pants were drenched, my heart thumping hard in anticipation of seeing him this morning. I just hoped that I'd be able to control myself around him.

It was nearly seven a.m which meant that I had less than one hour to freshen up and head for class. It was my last year in college and I couldn't wait to be done with it. It also meant that I could move out of Rowan's house and live on my own.

I thought about all the things that could happen with him before my graduation and a shiver worked through me.

I trudged down the stairs twenty minutes later to make breakfast when a delicious aroma of omelette and toast bread wafted into my nose.

I froze on my steps when I got to the kitchen, eye-raping Rowan who thought it wise to wear just an apron over his bare ripped chest. His muscles flexed as he stirred the omelette and then he glanced at my direction.

"Good morning, Lola," he sounded quite cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"

My cheeks heated up instantly, my mind reverting to last night.

"I didn't," I went with the honest answer.

His brows furrowed while he turned off the gas. "Why?"

"You guys were too loud. Each time I closed my eyes, it's either her moans distracting me or the loud spanks," I lied this time. He didn't need to know that I watched them the entire night.

He chuckled heartily, his face glowing up. "I'm sorry for that. It won't happen again. Breakfast is ready, you can have some before heading for class,"

"Stop lusting," I muttered under my breath. "Thank you," I sat on a stool beside the island and watched him serve me breakfast.

It was as delicious as it smelled which ticked another box on my checklist. "It's good," I admitted.

He smirked. "I know. I cook well,"

After several bites, I chugged a glass of apple juice and slung my bag over my shoulder. "I'm off to class,"

"Okay, have a good day," he said without regarding me, deeply engrossed on his phone

Outside the house, I took a deep breath. So far, we've had a civil conversation and he even prepared breakfast for me. If we continued this way then there might not be any problem.

The problem was me allowing it to continue this way. I had to admit that I wanted more, but what about Zane?

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The lecture was boring as hell. To worsen the situation, Zane was missing throughout the class. His line was unreachable as well.

I couldn't take it anymore as the silence was killing me so I waited for the professor to leave before picking up my bag.

Reid accosted me before I got to the door. "Disappearing again, princess?" His arm rested on my shoulder.

"Zane isn't in class, and his number is unreachable. I just want to be sure that he's doing alright," I explained to him.

"Do you want me to drive you to his place?" He offered.

"Nah, I can manage on my own. He's going to be surprised when he sees me," I chirped, burning with excitement.

Reid nodded, taking his arm away from my body. "I suppose he will. How are you doing by the way? I didn't expect you in school today,"

"Well, my mom sent me out of the house yesterday under the guise of leasing it to someone else. I'm living with someone that claims to be my father's best friend, which is quite good for me because I can't stand her. That aside, I don't want to be overcome by grief and daddy won't be happy if I paused my life for him," my eyes watered as I spoke.

He held my wrist gently, "I'm here for you, Lola, no matter what happens. Just say the word,"

I wrapped my arms around him. Reid had always been a sweet person, and I was so lucky to have him as my best friend.

"Thank you, but I have to get going."

He let go of me. "Call me if anything comes up,"

I waved at him and hailed a cab which was already waiting at the school's gate. He zoomed off after giving him the address.

A smile broke out on my face when I arrived at Zane's apartment. He lived outside the school since he could afford it unlike me who preferred coming from home since it was closer.

After taking in two deep breaths, I started off toward his room and knocked when I got to the door. I waited for a while, but no response came so I knocked again.

The excitement I felt was slowly replaced with an anticipation that I couldn't wait to get rid of. Whatever was going on, I'll find out today.

Armed with a little confidence and curiosity, I stepped into his living room. The strong smell of alcohol and feminine scent hit me. Glancing at my right, a bra was hanging on the edge of a table with a pantie beside it.

Worry built up within me as I marched to his room. My confidence began to crash when faint moans traveled all the way from his room to my ears.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe what I was thinking until I got to his room.

With my heart thudding furiously against my ribcage, I pushed his door open and instantly my knees weakened at the sight before me.