Daddy And Alpha

Chapter Two

Chapter Two : undeniable desires still lingering

"I will not lie, there was a thrill I was getting from knowing that the good parts of my body, worth seeing, the ones I called my assets were highlighted, exposed and easy for him to see if he wishes."

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"To make matters worse, he thinks the problem is me. He wants to call me insecure! Can you imagine that?" Molly had been going on about all the reasons she had to be ignoring Damien right now and why she had a right to call this the worst evening ever.

I was trying hard to be the most supportive friend I could be and be there for her but it was mostly coming out as nods where she needed me to agree with her and gasps of faked shock whenever she mentioned something with an exaggerated tone to her voice.

I would love to say that I had gathered a lot of information to understand why she was mad at him by now but to be frank, my headspace and thoughts were anywhere but in this room.

Molly had strictly demanded that I spend the night at her house even though we were already going to have the whole weekend to enjoy that. It is not that I minded spending time with my best friend, quite the contrary.

It was her father I was more concerned about.

As much as the drive did not shed much light on what was actually going through his mind, Martin had sure given me a few stares that I could not comprehend. Even more so seeing as I was deeply afraid of looking him in the eye or even turning towards his direction.

Each time my eyes begged to have a look even just once, I was haunted by my little stunt. The scene was replaying over and over in my head while silence engulfed the car. It was almost as though the seriousness of the act was only becoming clear to me as I spent those few minutes seated next to him, inhaling his delicious and masculine scent.

It did not help at all that Molly and him were not so close as to fall knee deep into conversation, and with her already trying to ruin her day with her relationship dilemmas, small talk was not even an option.

Just more time for me to keep overthinking and filling in the blanks of his thoughts that were still not close to being very clear.

The way Alpha Martin had such a huge effect on me perplexes me to this day and although I can never trace my crush to the exact point that it developed, I know he has been driving me crazy for a long time now. Possibly as long as I have been able to have romantic feelings for the opposite gender, it just keeps growing each year that passes.

If only Molly knew how f*****g hard it was for me to have to keep this desire that I have for her father all to myself. I am dying right now just picturing what her reaction would possibly be if I ever said a word to even suggest I had a crush on him.

Oh god how I hate this!

I hate how Martin is so off limits. Molly is no prude, I kid you not. Had it been a different man, same age, same status, she would have been cooking up brilliant ways to get his attention and even pushing me to act on my crush. But this was her father we were talking about. He was the man that raised her... Her and me practically because I have always been around during Molly's entire childhood.

If I said I had no clue how I honestly let her convince me to go to her place whilst being fully aware that the man of my dreams would be there, I would be lying.

I was keen on ignoring that little voice of advice in my head yet again.

Maybe you can finally test and confirm if he even finds you attractive or not, suggested the little devil on my shoulder.

How on earth was I choosing to listen to it? Perhaps because all my sense of rationale flew out the window when it came to Martin, the man had no clue what I could do to him if he would just let me. And maybe it is high time he gets an idea.

A little smile threatened to spread widely across my face as the thought of him getting aroused by me crossed my mind, but before I could even get ahead of myself, my internal voice had slapped the fantasy to the far pits of my mind.

He cannot like you Kacey! Why would he even like you when you have practicality grown up in front of him? You are not even legal yet!

I internally face palmed myself.

Was that it? Was he only holding back because I was not eighteen yet?

The voice in my head must have a good point, he most definitely still sees me as a child because I am one!

We will see how that changes once Wednesday rolls around!

The w***e in me was coming to my rescue quicker than my conscience could even place an opinion.

Wednesday was my eighteenth birthday, and despite all the anxiety I had over it previously, it was starting to look like the solution to all my problems, it would force him to take me seriously, without a doubt!

"Kacey! Are you even listening to a word I am saying?" A change in the tone of Molly's voice suddenly alerted me and ended my train of thoughts. My eyes shifted from their blank stare on the curtain and met her slightly angry face blankly looking at me.

"Did you hear anything I said since I have been here Kace? Do you know how much I really need you to listen right now?"

There is no need to make me feel bad for getting lost in my thoughts Molly! It was your idea that I come to your house tonight.

I could not lie and say I was entirely focused. The simple fact that I flinched when she snapped her fingers in front of my face was enough proof that I was not.

"I am so sorry Moll, I really got distracted with planning an outfit for the party."

Lame excuse but at least it looked like she was buying it, with how frustrated she was with Damien, there was really no time for skepticism.

Besides, I really did not even have to pay much attention to her story in order to give her advice, as a matter of fact, there is no piece of advice that I could give her that could penetrate the hard brick wall she had built to cover her rationale with all the emotions she had attached to her relationship with Damien.

Although I was entirely without concentration when she was complaining, I was positive I knew the story, her arguments with him were always the same and ended the same too-with Molly wearing her rose coloured glasses and forgiving him for apologies he never gives until the next strike to drive her close to insanity yet again.

"The solution is easy, do not invite him to the party and maybe consider taking a break from the relationship?" I suggested and noticed the instant change of her facial expression. The worry, doubt and clingy nature she possessed were coming to light, it was as though I had told her to survive the next month without food or water.

But then again her lovestruck little head was telling her that she needed Damien as much as she needed to eat and hydrate her body.

"We should finish packing then, and maybe you can actually fold the clothes this time around!"

She immediately changed the topic, as I thought, she would do anything to avoid the idea of a split up, even an unofficial one.

Molly's suggestion would save me the effort of giving her advice that I knew she would not take but it still did not address the other elephant in the roo- ...wait..in my head.

The big problem was with me, in Molly's mind, there was nothing wrong with me spending time at her house, but then again she had no way of knowing I had a huge crush on her father.

I shook my head at Molly's idea and grabbed as much of my hanged dresses as I could and threw them into my suitcase. At this point my clothes were threatening to spill out and fall onto the floor but I was still not done. Grabbing my pink, small blanket, I continued to force everything I had shoved in to fit.

"A girl always needs her comfy blanket!" Was my excuse for making Molly's slight obsession with organisation make her uncomfortable.

"You do know that all those clothes are going to come out looking more wrinkly than the face of a naked mole rat, right?" Molly's hands were rested at her sides as she watched me squeeze the dangling fabric of my clothes inside of my suitcase and kneel on the heap to force it in.

It did not matter that this was going to be a one night stay only, I always need to have options when it comes to deciding on an outfit so if that meant packing my entire wardrobe in my huge suitcase then so be it, anything that appealed to me was coming with me.

"Steamers and irons exist, don't they? Do not make mountains out of a molehill Molly!"

I could actually feel my body heating up from the workout I was getting from just shoving the clothes. Molly shook her head in response, accepting defeat.

"You could at least help me?" I motioned for her to assist me in my struggle and sit on the clothes with me. With an eyeroll and shake of her head, she joined me in the brutal torture of my suitcase.

From all that I was doing to it right now, you could actually swear I got it at a thrift store bargain but it was actually a very expensive suitcase, a gift from my mom on my sixteenth birthday. I should really be treating it with more respect but hey, girl struggles are girl struggles and mommy dearest should be understanding.

My phone vibrates from the back pocket of my jeans, interrupting an almost successful attempt to zip the suitcase up. I pulled it out and my eyes immediately fell on the caller id.

I turned the phone in Molly's direction so she saw who it was and as expected, her eyes rolled and a huff left her mouth.

I casually declined my boyfriend, Brandon's call and threw my phone on the bed.

As it was always the case when I rejected his call, he tried his luck one last time till he gave up on me ever picking up.

"Ugh! Boys are so annoying!" Molly remarked with an aggravated voice and I could not help but find her amusing.

I, unlike her, had no real reason to be ignoring Brandon apart from the simple fact that I was just not in a mood where I felt like talking to him.

And since Molly had this weird belief that if Damien f****d up, I am somehow two faced if I entertain his friend, Brandon, she had no arguments with me not picking up, she probably even assumed I was doing it for her.

It was absurd, no doubt but I did not have much of an issue with it since I almost always needed an excuse to get away from my girlfriend duties, emotionally that was. I could not entirely chase him away because having him around still had its perks, he was always there to scratch any burning itch for s****l pleasure when I needed him. He was not all that great at satisfying me all the time but having images of Martin each time we f****d really helped the situation a lot.

"Very annoying!" I agreed with Molly before finally getting back to wrestling my suitcase.

I will admit, I am a little w***e and perhaps a bit heartless for using him for s****l gratification but he was a sucker for me, he had been obsessing over me for months before I finally let him have me. Any guy had to feel lucky to even get a kiss from me. He was getting the whole package, he ought to be grateful, right?

After fighting with my garments for quite some time, we were finally able to get the suitcase to zip up. It looked intensely tortured, like it was ready to spew all its contents on to my purple mat but it is what it is. At least I will not be limited to a few outfit options.

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It was very easy to move my luggage seeing as Molly's house was literally only on the other side of the road. Walking into the house was very daunting for me, despite it being so quiet.

Very quiet apart from the voices in my head warning me to be afraid and very afraid at that.

I was constantly feeling a need to check my outfit and adjust the thin straps of my dress but I certainly did not want Molly to think I was acting weird by doing so, changing into such a daring dress for no reason at all, this late at that, was suspicious enough on its own, coupling it with repeatedly checking myself out would be calling for questions.

Molly had been calling for her father a few times before she finally walked behind the staircase, leaving me by the door. I immediately assumed she was searching for Martin and I could feel my nerves and anxiety growing.

I will not lie, there was a thrill I was getting from knowing that the good parts of my body, worth seeing, the ones I called my assets were highlighted, exposed and easy for him to see if he wishes. The deep v-neck allowed little for imagination and seeing as my n*****s were already perked up from being nervous, Martin would sure be getting one hell of a show if he got close to me.

Molly emerged from the hallway, her shoulders shrugging as she advanced in my direction.

"Well, he is not here." She declared and something in me switched. I feel almost let down by the concept of me having worn this dress completely for nothing.

"Really?"

I tried to look and sound unaffected but without sounding indifferent either. I know Molly got really lonely in her house. Martin was away most times and seeing as no one was brave enough to enter the premises of Alpha Martin Drummond, it is no wonder she was obsessed with her phone and having me over.

Well, that is one less problem actually. The reality is, as much as I was excited to gauge reactions, I doubt I was going to be able to focus on anything knowing that hunk was in the same house as me.

We decide to take advantage of having this house all to ourselves and watch a movie or two but we only manage to watch thirty minute of the first romcom before we are absolutely exhausted and ready for bed.

It was clear that Mrs Kimber's class wore us out far more than we were giving it credit for, and with how long the week has been, we could not deny ourselves a good night's rest.