My Best Friend's Dad

The Window

Elona's POV

I left Tristan's house not long after I had seen that ultrasound picture. There was nothing for me to do there, just being by myself. I sat at my desk in the corner of my bedroom and I just scrolled through my phone. There was no text from Tristan. I could've gone to check up on Spooky too, but I was already at home and I didn't feel like going over there. That house just gives me the creeps.

I sent Tristan a text.

Me: I'm at home. I hope that things are okay at work. I love you.

I just couldn't believe I had said that. It felt too soon to say that, but we knew each other for a long time. So it shouldn't matter.

My phone chimed and it was him.

Crane: Things will be better. I love you more.

My heart melted at that. I couldn't help but smile.

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It was becoming dark, and I went downstairs as my father sat on the bar stool at the counter. He was reading a newspaper. There was a box of pizza and my stomach growled. "So, what is interesting in that paper?" I asked as I rounded the counter.

"Nothing too interesting." he folded the paper and placed it on the counter. "How is your modeling coming along? What did Tristan want to talk about with regards to your future career?" he asked as he opened the pizza box and took out a slice of pizza.

I was caught off guard with the future career question. I forgot that Tristan had used that excuse for me to be with him. "Um, it was only about agencies. Oh, I have submitted my portfolio to a few agencies and one of them is The Velvet Secret," I said. I had to lie about what Tristan said. This was going to be an issue. All of these lies to keep track of. Who of us will slip up? Me or Tristan?

"That is amazing. I hope that all of them accept you so that you have plenty to choose to be with. And as for Tristan, I am glad that he is also looking out for you," he smiled, and then he took a bite of the pizza.

"Yeah, he sure does," I smiled. The way that Tristan looks out for me is just insane...as if I cannot do something that I want to pursue because he doesn't want anyone else to look at my body.

I grabbed a slice of Pizza and I took a bite. "I will be in the study room working. Have you heard what is going on with Tristan's company?" he asked, taking another bite of pizza.

"The hacking?"

"Yeah, it is something that never happened, and he doesn't have any rivals, not that I even know of. That man worked so hard and for that person, whoever they are, to just do that? It's crazy. I hope they find that hacker." he let out a heavy breath.

"I hope that they do," I added.

"Me too, but I will go to the study room now and get some work done," he said as he stood up.

"So you won't be going out?" I asked, because he usually does.

"Not tonight. I need to get things done for work," he smiled before he walked out of the kitchen.

I finished another slice, and then I went up the stairs to my bedroom. I changed into my pajama shorts and a tank top. I checked my phone on my desk, but there was no text from Tristan, perhaps he was still busy and I wouldn't be bothering him. So I left my phone where it is.

As I walked over to my bed, there was a tapping sound on my window. I stopped in my tracks as there were more tappings. I went closer to my window and opened the curtain. Tristan.

I opened my window wide. "Tristan, what are you doing here? You actually climbed?" I asked with surprise as I moved out of the way as he climbed inside.

He smiled at me as he stood up straight. "Yes, I did. I wanted to see you again. I know that your father is home, so I wasn't going to knock on the door and I wanted to surprise you. Are you surprised?" he asked mischievously.

"Yes, I am surprised." I smiled, and then he leaned in, cupping the sides of my face with both of his hands. He pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes as he pressed me against the wall beside the window. I gasped, and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. His hands moved down, cupping my breasts, and then he pulled inches away from me as his hands moved further down my body until they got to my shorts. He slipped them off with my panties, and it fell around my barefoot and I stepped out of it.

"This will be quick," he whispered as his hands moved between my legs, his finger found my clit, flickering it. I let out a moan, and he pulled away. "You will have to be quiet," he rasped.

I bit my bottom lip, "Please, I need you now," I begged.

He removed his finger from my p^ssy, and then he undid his jeans, freeing his c^ck. He pulled me closer to him, and then he lifted me up, with my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed me further against the wall, and he reached down between us, aligning the tip of his c^ck with my entrance, and then he pushed in slowly. I parted my lips, throwing my head back against the wall.

"You're still so tight," he whispered, and he never stopped pushing into me. He was deep inside of me, all the way to the hilt, and then he began to move his hips, penetrating me. I held onto him so tight, it was so intense. His pace picked up, and I bit my bottom lip, trying not to make a sound because my father was downstairs in the study room.

He pounded into me, and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. He breathed against my ear as he pounded into me and my org^sm was starting to build up. "Sh^t," I whispered.

He looked at me, and he pressed his lips against mine. My org^sm took over me, he never stopped. He continued to keep his lips against mine, to keep me quiet, and then he pulled away, pulling out of me. He pressed his forehead against mine as he came, biting on his teeth to stay quiet. His fluids were now on the bottom of my tank top.

Both of us came down from our org^sms, panting. "How are you feeling?" he asked through his panting.

"I feel great," I replied, our chests heaving.

He placed me on my feet and I walked over to my closet, taking out a new tank top and I got dressed. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, and he looked at me as if he wanted to devour me again.

"So, how are things at the company?" I asked as I sat down beside him.

He reached out to me, and then he moved my hair behind my shoulder. "Things are being sorted out." he smiled at me.

"I'm glad that things are finally being sorted. I don't wish for this to happen to you again. You deserve only the best," I smiled, and he leaned in, placing a kiss on my lips, but that turned passionate and then the next thing, he was f^cking me on my bed. I could get used to this.

His elbows rested on either side of my head, he buried his face in the crook of my neck as he continued thrusting into me. My hands roamed his back, digging my fingers into his skin. He groaned as he looked at me, his eyes were dark with pleasure. He made me org^sm for a second time and not too long after me, he pulled out and came on my bare stomach. I was happy that it was not on my tank top because then there would be more laundry for me to do. My tank top was shoved up to my breasts.

Our chests heaved as we caught our breath. He held me in his arms, and we just spoke about things. "Has Crislynn texted you yet?" I asked. My head was on his chest and I listened to his heartbeat.

"Yeah, she loves it over there. She is a very intelligent young lady and I am proud of her," he said.

"Me too."

"As for you..." he started.

"Please, let's not talk about my career. That is for me, and you do not need to worry about it. It is what will make me happy," I said.

"So, you're saying that I don't make you happy?" he asked, and I moved so that my weight on my elbow so that I could get a look at him. He was not happy about it.

"You do make me happy more than you know," I said as I leaned in and placed a kiss onto his lips. I pulled away but he was still not happy. "Do not think anything bad, please."

"It is difficult not to when you are going into that industry, showing off your body to the world."

"Just relax, please. I can handle this," I tried to reassure him, but he scoffed at me.

"Really? You can handle it. There are vultures in that industry, and I am trying to protect you," he held my gaze.

"Let's change the topic, shall we?" I said.

There was a knock on my door. "Elona," my dad called out from the other side of the door. My heart raced.

"Get up!" I whispered to Tristan as I stood up from the bed and put on my shorts.

"Just a minute, Dad!" I called out to him. Tristan was slipping on his boxer briefs and I moved towards him, "You have to leave," I whispered.

"F^ck." he muttered under his breath and he struggled to get into his jeans, but he grabbed his sneakers and he climbed out of the window just in time when my dad opened the door.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, and I heard a loud thud outside and I hoped that Tristan was okay. "What was that?" my dad asked.

"Probably just a cat. Everything is fine," I smiled as I moved towards my bed, and he looked at it, his brows furrowing. My bed was a mess from Tristan and I. Usually, it is neat and tidy when my dad would enter my bedroom, or I would be in my bed.

"Okay, I am heading to bed. Sleep well," he said as he began to close the door.

"Night, Dad," I smiled.

Once the door closed, I let out a breath, and then I moved to the window to see if Tristan was still there. But he was gone. I went to my desk and sent him a text.

Me: That was close. We have to be more careful next time. I love you.

Crane: I might have hurt myself climbing down. I love you.

Me: I hope that it's not serious. It was loud.

Crane: Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Sweet dreams.

I smiled at the text. My heart was still beating at a rapid pace. I thought that I would have a heart attack if my father had opened the door without saying anything and then the chaos would have begun. We have to be more careful. The hotel seems to be a better idea to be safe. I don't want us to get caught in this kind of way. I want us to tell my father and Cris at the same time next year, so we have to pretend that nothing is going on between us, even though it is difficult.