Loving Dad’s Best Friend

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CHAPTER 5

How was it that I was too aware of Blake? When did it all start? My whole body comes alive as soon as we have skin-to-skin contact.

And…that kiss on my nape? It was the first time he kissed me there. I was used to his kisses on my cheeks and forehead, even his tight hugs or his arms circling my shoulders or even my waist, but never did he kiss me on that spot.

That kiss on my nape sends chills down my spine, and the butterflies in my stomach came alive.

Geez! That was awesome.

“What? Answer me before the first wave comes.” Blake was in his charming mood. I didn’t know if it was just to set me at ease for the sake of the competition or whatever, but most likely, it was for the competition. Whatever his reason was not important to me.

“Okay! Let’s win this,” I replied without further ado with a genuine smile.

Anyway, I couldn’t win over him when he displayed that charm. Blake could even make a statue nod and smile to agree to everything he said. On top of that, his hotness when he was all charming and adorable multiplied many times over. Only those with superpowers could resist him and I was no wonder woman.

“Good! Now watch that swell,” he pointed at an approaching body of water.

He was right; that was the first good wave that came our way but we failed to ride it. The next one was a success, though, and the next and the next. We completed the ride requirement with a lighter heart, mind, and body. We enjoyed riding those waves, which seemed to fuel the happiness in our hearts, and lull our minds to rest while appreciating the incredible beauty of the waters surrounding us.

Blake’s truce worked like magic.

We just hoped we accumulated enough points to score a win.

I saw Marcus cheering for us as we completed the last ride. He was on standby just in case we wanted a ride back to the shoreline, but Blake decided to play more with the less fierce waves until we reached the shallow portion.

We were greeted by an enthusiastic audience when we hit the sand, and we thanked everyone who approached us. Then Blake found out we were leading the chart, but the competition was not over yet.

So we waited…waited until the last surfer completed their ride.

Congratulations floated in the air as we celebrated the success of the winners.

A fair second place wasn’t bad at all. I was so happy, I forgot the other things in my head.

Blake embraced me as he turned in circles while carrying me in his arms. He wanted to place me on his shoulders, while he ran all over the place, but, I did not allow him. He then expressed his moment of happiness by hugging me tightly and kissing me on my cheeks every chance he got. Kilig!

Blake's megawatt smile flashed across his face every time we were congratulated, especially by his fan base—those women desperately in need of his attention. They kissed and hugged him, and like an anaconda, if they could swallow him whole, they could have done that, right here and now.

Gosh! Those women—they take turns kissing and wrapping around their arms and bikini-clad bodies to him. I was too happy at the moment and busy with my friends to bother with their flirty displays. I was also used to seeing those flippant displays, having witnessed his fans devour him for years every chance they got.

Women and third s*x drooling over him and appreciating him in all his sexiness were never new to me.

It was late afternoon when the organizers' sponsored celebration ended. There were lots of food and drinks sponsored by big businesses around the area, and the residents brought something to share. It was indeed a successful event.

I was so busy with all the locals and friends surrounding me that I didn’t notice that Blake’s been away from my side. It was only when Pierre told me to get ready with the private party for the less mature bunch that would soon start that it ticked in my brain that Blake had been missing for only God knows how long.

It didn’t take long for me to get the answer. In a not-so-far-away tent, a brunette, one of the organizers, and Blake exited the tent with their arms wrapped around each other. It wasn’t hard to figure out what took place inside the tent. Blake was indeed bowled over big boobs brunettes, his preference, I figured, as most women he banged were brunettes.

I couldn’t stop the surge of blood that went all up in my head. I was so pissed off and hurt too. Why did he keep rejecting me while it was so easy for him to have s*x with other women? Was I too unattractive in his eyes?

Despite the overwhelming emotions inside of me, I mentally shook myself to forget all his shits momentarily. I kept my cool and concentrated on my friends.

“Do you have to change?” Vitta asked, referring to my outfit.

I had stripped the wetsuit after the competition, and what was left was a two-piece red bikini which I covered with a flimsy red cover. We were at the beach. There were more women less covered than me. But I badly needed a shower to take away the salty water on my skin and freshen up a little.

“Yeah! I will shower and change.”

There were public shower rooms where I could do just that. I also have a new set of bikinis and cover to use. I was glad I had brought an extra pair of bikinis and cover, just in case of outfit malfunction. My not-so-expensive swimming outfits were often damaged by the waves, but today, I wore a wetsuit, and nothing broke.

“Let’s go together, and I suggest we do it now before Pierre returns with his hot cousin,” she giggled.

I specifically asked Pierre not to introduce his cousin until after the event. I would like to have a friendly chat with him, and I would not be able to do that while being swamped by people.

I tried so hard not to look in the direction of Blake, and I knew he was just around the corner after banging his brunette and releasing the heat in his body.

It only took a while for Vitta and me to shower and change. I felt better and less annoyed with myself for whatever feelings I had with Blake, and I managed to set aside my annoyance. Anyway, I have no right to question him about his s****l pursuits.

Blake was a freeman, single, unattached, with no obligation to anybody—most especially to me. He didn’t have to explain anything, and he could bang anyone he liked, anytime and anywhere.

It was unfortunate that my moment of joy with him was fleeting. It didn’t even last for a whole fvcking day, and it only lasted for hours.

“Are you alright? You looked a bit flushed,” Vitta observed.

“It’s nothing. I am tired. That’s an understatement since it's a day event. but I’m sure I'll be okay in no time,” I tried to appease her, “Nothing one or two bottles of cold (beer) couldn’t handle.”

“Sure thing! Holy bloody s**t, look who’s coming?!” Vitta shrieked with toned laughter and pointed her mouth in the direction of two men approaching us.

Coming closer to us were Pierre and his cousin Keeno. I could understand why Vitta was so excited to meet him. Indeed Keeno was an attractive man.

“Hi ladies,” Pierre greeted us while he tapped his cousin’s shoulder, and he did not waste time, “Keeno, my cousin. The one I told you earlier?”

“Aloha, ladies!” Keeno extended his hand, with his eyes and lips mirrored joy in meeting us.

“Hi, Keeno. Grace here,” I extended my hand and smiled.

“Of course, you know me already,” Vitta surprised me that they had been introduced earlier. She was still overflowing with gladness.

“Surely,” Keeno replied.

I realized he was still holding my hand. I tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold more. He was a few inches higher than me when I looked up at him but not as tall as Blake. He was smiling from ear to ear.

In jest, he said, “Oops! I think there’s adhesive on my hand. You are stuck with me for the rest of the night!”

I laughed, “Cool! What a line,” I replied a little smile. I guess he could keep me entertained for the rest of the night.

He chuckled, “Too obvious?”

“Passe!” I giggled and teased back.

We were all engaged in a humorous and flippant conversation with Keeno refusing to release my hand, entwining my hand to his for better hold, when Blake suddenly appeared.

“Graciella, we need to go,” his eyes were dark, his annoyance palpable.

Keeno released my hand, sensing Blake was somewhat an authority figure. He wouldn’t attempt to start on the wrong footing with someone from my family. But he was wrong. Blake is never my family. He is the object of my passion, and I needed Keeno for my perfect plan.

“Leave me here, Blake. I will join them for the party.” I replied with fake smile on my face.

I wanted to add…you had yours earlier; now fvck off!

“Have you called your dad?” He frowned.

“I sent him a text informing him that I have a party tonight,” I replied, maintaining my cool, “Can you take my bag with you?”

For a few minutes or seconds that seemed to last forever, our eyes locked, testing each other, engaged in a mental battle of our own. But—I took my eyes away from him. I couldn’t last the stand-off, not with his scorching chocolate brown eyes looking at me like a brat that deserved several strong whips in the butt.

“Grace, is something wrong?” Pierre asked and turned to Blake, “Hi Blake, congrats again. Don’t worry about Grace. We will take her home later.”

“Driving after drinking? No way—” He sneered, “—Call me as soon as you are ready to go home!”

Blake eyed me with a look that could kill. Damn this man. He always has the last say.

And before I could protest, he had turned his back and walked away from us as swiftly as he appeared.

I should be glad to have pissed him off this time. I have known how badly it felt to be on the edge of pulling all my hair due to my annoyance with him. I honestly didn’t understand why he was so protective of me despite the number of times I told him to back off.

He had no business with me. Surely dad told him that I didn’t need a father figure. His association with me should be on friendship grounds, nothing more since he had refused my proposal.

But why was he acting this way?

“Bloody awful! I never saw Blake that pissed, since I’ve known him,” Pierre snapped me back to reality.

“Maybe he was not too satisfied with his banging partner earlier or the moment they had together was not long enough to ease and release his heat. They should have gotten a hotel room, instead of screwing in a tent,” I wasn’t thinking right when I said it. It was more of a slip of tongue.

The three of them laughed at my not so lady-like comment. The graceful and courteous manner, my single dad managed to instill in me, evaporated in the thin air at this very moment.

My friends hardly heard me talk s**t. I refused to speak ill about other people as I believe in equal rights and access to what could satisfy a person. Whether good or bad, it was that one person’s choice and choices had to be respected.

I learned about cursing due to my frustrations with Blake, and perhaps frustrations with my choices too. I could have chosen just to accept him as a father figure, but instead, I allowed myself to nurture hard-to-accept feelings for him.

In a way, it was my fault and I couldn’t blame anyone but myself.

“Hearing you comment like that is hilarious,” Pierre remarked, still trying to ease his laughter.

“Welcome to the new me. No more sweet little girl, from now on mate!” I joked, shrugging my shoulders.

“I hope that—the new you will welcome me into your life,” Keeno commented, his eyes speaking volumes.

Men—his comment made me realize he was just like all the young men I knew. Fvck boy! Keeno was that guy.

But—I wasn’t done with him yet. He still has an important role to play, in the Netflix drama that I was directing. I needed him as I deal with a difficult man.

The party happened as I expected…eardrums damaging music, lots of alcohol, uncontrollable laughter, couples smooching and almost banging each other on the dance floor. Perhaps…just perhaps there were horny couples really banging each other in dark corners of the venue.

Everything I wasn’t fond of happening in front of my eyes. But—I had to endure the night. I needed to pretend I was enjoying everything. This was part of the plan.

After three bottles of cold, I knew I could stay on. I had to. I even allowed Keeno to hold my hand, rub my shoulders, envelope me in his arms, and even plant kisses on my cheeks near my ears. In ordinary times, I wouldn’t allow myself to be touched and kissed like this.

I knew my friends were bewildered why I had allowed Keeno this much access. They knew me, they knew how I behaved in socials but perhaps, they were thinking that I liked Keeno, so they turned a blind eye.

For the first time, it seemed that I was so captivated by a man that even on the first meeting I easily fell for him.

Crap!

I wouldn’t endure the touches of Keeno if not for my intention to rattle Blake and make him realize that I wasn't joking about banging anyone willing to do it for me.

And when Keeno asked me again to dance…oh boy! Keeno rubbed his hard-on, on my butt. Heat oozed from his body. I didn’t like the scent of his pheromones, his natural manly scent had no appeal to me but I endured it, pretending I was enjoying his s****l advances.

All these—I knew my limits, I wasn’t drunk as I appeared to be. I had let Keeno to rub his hardness on my butt but there were clothes between us. He kissed my neck, not my lips, and held my body firmly against him. One thing I couldn't and wouldn't allow was touching my private parts, not my crests, nor the center of me.

Keeno attempted, I seemed to be a willing victim…his hands on my waist slowly moved up almost touching the ribs below my proud twins, and before I could stop him...big and strong hands pulled me away from Keeno’s arms and onto his arms easily. My body collided with his body as he held me securely on his side.

And when I looked up, I saw a set of dark chocolate pools in rage!

Perfect timing. Just the way I planned it.