My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 28 Chaos

NOVA POV

"Novaaaa!"

Katie screamed across the screen, jumping wildly at the sight of my face. Lena smiled conspiratorially on the other side of her phone.

"You’re glowing," Lena said.

"No, I’m not," I muttered. What do they know?

"For someone who almost got thrown out of her internship, you look way too happy. Positively glowing," Lena smirked, her expression eerily reminiscent of someone I didn’t want to think about right now.

"Lena, she’s blushing," Katie added, eyes wide.

"Guys, stop it. It’s the weather," I said, waving them off.

"Fine, if the weather gets to fuck me," Katie quipped.

"Who said anything about fuck?" I tried looking confused and innocent, but they’re my best friends, they can see right through me.

"How was it?" Lena asked, tilting her head.

"Who was it?" Katie pressed.

I rolled my eyes in dramatic detail. They don’t actually want to know who it was.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I recently visited somewhere called heaven," I said, feigning casual innocence.

"OMG... she totally got dicked down!" Katie yelled, flailing her hands while bouncing in her seat.

"Sooo... who did you see in this heaven?" Lena asked, tone dripping with mock patronization. I see right through it.

"I went with a guard called ’Orgasm.’ We went three to five laps around the compound," I teased.

"Ohmygoddd, Nova!"

The girls were screaming at this point. I had to plug in my headset because no one else needed to hear this nonsense.

"Girls, girls," I said, voice teasing. "We are grown women. Let’s act like it."

They love calling themselves women and me "girls," because apparently if you haven’t been fucked, you’re still a little girl. There’s no better time to flaunt their own words than now.

"Katie, this bitch tastes dick and we won’t hear the end of it," Lena said with a grin.

"And did," I quoted, using the viral pop artist meme. The shock on my friends’ faces is so Priceless. Could sell it for millions.

"Wait. You’re on TikTok?" Katie shrieked.

"Can’t believe all it took was a dick to show you your true potential," Lena added, ever sarcastic.

"Who said it was only his dick?" I teased.

Their gasps joined my collection of unforgettable memories. My friends have never been this caught off guard—and I love it.

"You’re going to give us a full, detailed analysis of how it went," Lena demanded.

"Every. Bloody. Detail," Katie gloated.

I picked up my half-empty teacup and raised it to the camera.

"Cheers to no revealed details," I said, a sugary saccharine smile in place.

Lena gasped. "You wouldn’t dare!"

"Here’s to the most hidden secret," I added, tipping the cup to my lips.

"Modafucker!" Katie flipped me off. I spluttered with laughter. She’s definitely hurting from this.

"When I have my hands on you, you better spill before things get rough," she threatened.

"I love it rough, baby," I shot back, flirting. This is unlike me, but getting fucked within an inch of your life gives you a certain... liveliness.

"Promises upon promises," I said, taking another sip of lukewarm tea, ignoring Lena and Katie’s ugly commentary.

"So just one question," Lena said. I made a dismissive gesture with my hand, still sipping.

"So... is it Tyler?"

I sputtered, nearly choking on the sweet tea.

"It can’t be that wimp. She orgasmed... definitely not Tyler," Katie added.

"Tyler is capable, sure," Lena muttered. My eyes met Katie’s on camera, and we both screamed.

"Lena!"

"What are you not saying, bitch?" Katie pressed, ever crude.

Lena’s face reddened, which never happens. Lena doesn’t blush.

"OMG. You totally fucked him, Lena!"

"Not fucked. Just head, and it’s just once. Accidental," Lena said softly.

The silence that followed was deafening.

I hung up soon after.

I didn’t want to think about the numbing ache between my legs, nor did I want to dwell on my best friend receiving oral pleasure from the guy she’d forced me on a date with—the same man who had almost raped me.

But at the same time, I couldn’t ignore the fact that Grant fucked me every night into mind-numbing orgasms, only to resume his bite between my legs before dropping me off on my bed, leaving me dazed and confused.

Aside from the daily fuck—or, if I was lucky, oral pleasure paired with a new position—he hadn’t spoken a word to me. Anywhere in the house, before or after sex, or even in the office, he went out of his way to avoid me. Until late at night, when he would slip into my room, fuck me hard, leave a cold kiss on my forehead, and vanish.

I called my friends, hoping for a lifeline of distraction, but Lena dropped a bombshell I wasn’t prepared for.

I read somewhere that the first way to ruin a relationship is to stop communicating—or worse, to assume. Even though I wasn’t sure "partner" fit Grant, I certainly couldn’t call him a fuck buddy. He was never the buddy type. He was the fucker, and that was all.

The plan was simple: the next time he came into my room, I would confront him. I would demand communication. I would try to figure out whatever it was that had him behaving like this.

But when Grant stepped into my room later, I was already lost in a new novel I’d scored from a thrift store. Not erotica this time—a Mafia vampire with serious trust issues—and I couldn’t stop the laughter that escaped me as I flipped to the next page.

"So you laugh while reading?" Grant’s voice cut through me like a blade. I flushed hard.

"Of course I do. What’s that supposed to mean?"

He smirked, glancing at the cover.

"This isn’t one of the filthy erotica you hide between magazines. Nice."

My words got stuck. I did read the books I shouldn’t be caught with, and I couldn’t believe he’d caught on.

"I...I—"

"Your sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of, Nymph," he said softly, patting my head the way one would soothe a child.

"I’ve been enjoying all you’ve learned so far."

Mother... if only I could melt into the chair and disappear. Now I knew where Lena got her crude humor and sharp tongue.

"I have a surprise for you."

Now that piqued my interest. What could a cold, domineering man like Grant possibly give me?

"Here."

He lifted a shopping bag I hadn’t noticed in his other hand.

"More literary filth to widen your horizons and grow your collection."

I tore away the paper to find signed copies of a recently released steamy series. My mouth fell open, and I turned to face him in shock.

"It’s okay. I accept appreciation in my Red Room. Think you’re up for that?"

I nodded eagerly, tearing into books I never imagined I’d hold months before public release, much less in a signed edition.

I barely registered his exit.

But something caught my eye at the bottom of the second page:

"May all your wild imaginations come to life. Nova." – the author’s signature.

Whether it was the scent of fresh paperbacks or the thoughtfulness of Grant gifting me this, tears slipped down my face. I didn’t bother holding them in.

Torn between thoughts of him—between the man who fucked me into oblivion and the one capable of this quiet thoughtfulness—I froze at the edge of realization.

I agreed to a a red room meeting with grant and I don’t have the faintest idea but I know an agreement with grant wasn’t just a joke.

And I had a sinking feeling I was about to find out exactly what it really meant.