My Best Friend's Dad

Not Again

Elona's POV

I stared at Tristan as he looked at me. His eyes burned into me, my lips parted. It felt like everything else had disappeared around us. I still can't believe that he wants me, we were so close to kissing and I want more with him. I licked my lips and his eyes followed as my tongue moved over my bottom lip.

"Dad?" Cris snapped me out of it. He looked at her as I reached for my champagne and took a sip. Sh^t, are we going to get into trouble for drinking champagne? I placed the glass on the table.

"I wanted to join you three," he said as he looked at Spooky too, and I didn't miss the scowl that he gave Spooky before looking at Cris again.

"This was supposed to be my time with my friends, but clearly, you do not trust me," she let out a breath.

Tristan pulled a chair out of the table and took a seat across from me, holding my gaze. "I'm sure that your father wants to get out and find someone that he can have fun with," Spooky smiled as he looked at his glass of champagne.

"I have had my fair share of fun. I do not want to have fun at a bar, I would rather choose this," Tristan replied, as he shifted in his seat.

"Well, there is nothing that will be going on, dad,' Cris said with sarcasm.

"So, what movie will we be watching?" Tristan smirked at Cris.

"Oh Gosh," Cris muttered, and she buried her face in her hands in disbelief. I couldn't help but giggle and that caught Tristan's attention as he now looked at me. His smirk was still in place and I felt heat all over my body. "Can we just watch a movie in peace?" she asked as she looked at him.

"Nothing wrong with watching a movie with you three."

"You are the one who asked me to keep an eye-" Cris cleared her throat and I furrowed my brows. "You wanted me to be un-grounded and spend time with my friends, so now I am being watched so that I do not catch on sh^t," she snapped at him.

"Watch your mouth," he clenched his teeth, scowling at her.

Cris threw her hands up in the air as she surrendered because I could see that Tristan would not leave and part of me was happy about that. Cris checked her phone. "Sh^t, we won't have time to eat. We have to go before the movie begins," she stood up and so did we.

The theater was down the street, so we walked. But nothing prepared me for the moment that I felt warmth on my lower back, Tristan was behind me. I savored the moment before it was taken away. I want to be alone with him, but things always come up.

As we walked on the sidewalk, Tristan was beside me while Spooky and Cris walked in front of us. It was a cool and beautiful evening. "I must say that you look...f^cking sexy tonight," Tristan said, his voice low enough for me to hear. I blushed. I was wearing a black shirt that flared out from my waist, a length just above my knees and a slightly cropped top that exposed a little of my belly, but it was not that inappropriate compared to the club attire, which was sl^tty. I also added ankle boots. It was a photoshoot after all.

"Thank you," I replied shyly.

"I still want to see you in that lingerie, I want to get you alone," he said softly.

"I doubt that we can have that time alone."

We finally got to the movie theater. Cris and Spooky ordered some snacks but Tristan and I didn't want anything. We went into the theater and Tristan sat next to me. I'm so happy that he is actually next to me. There are butterflies that fluttered in my stomach, but we have these few hours together before going to our houses.

As the movie started to play, my arm was resting on the armrest and out the corner of my eye, I saw him resting his arm next to mine. I held my breath as my heart beat fast. And then that is when I felt it, his finger stroking mine. I licked my lips. His hand moved over mine, and he held it there. My chest was rising and falling. I looked at our joined hands, he was holding it. Luckily it was dark. I was oblivious to Cris and Spooky beside me, I didn't care about them in this moment because Tristan was holding my hand.

He took my hand and brought it towards him. He placed my hand on his hard bulge. I swallowed. He kept my hand there, and it felt super hot in this theater. I didn't know what to do, and it felt so unreal that the man whom I have a crush on was now next to me, holding my hand on his erection.

It became too much for me, so I pulled my hand away and I stood up. I moved past him and walked down the aisle all the way to the exit. Cris would think that I had gone to the bathroom. The coolness hit my skin as I entered the ladies' bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, hunched over the vanity, gripping the basin as I caught my breath. What the hell just happened? It happened. I felt his erection in my hand. It should be a proud moment for me, right? But it was like a dream that I didn't want to wake up from.

I heard the door closed and as I wanted to compose myself, he appeared behind me in the mirror, watching me with newfound hunger. He held my gaze, they were dark with want...need.

He moved closer to me without breaking eye contact, he was now against me, his hands on my shoulders. "I have been waiting for this moment," he rasped. He moved my hair over my one shoulder, exposing my neck, and he leaned in. "I don't want you to be around Spooky, and I am still serious about modeling. Don't do it." he breathed against my ear. It sent shivers throughout my entire body, my lips parted, closing my eyes. "You are mine, and your body is only for me to see," he pulled the strap of my cropped top down my shoulder. I opened my eyes as I watched him in the mirror. "No photoshoot after this," he breathed along my shoulder and I closed my eyes again. I was wet, and I wanted him now, despite being a virgin, I didn't care, I wanted him.

"Please," I breathed.

"Please what?" he rasped.

"Please don't make me wait," I watched him in the mirror again. He held my gaze, and then he leaned further down, breaking eye contact as his lips pressed against my skin, trailing soft, slow kisses along my shoulder. His hands rested on my hips and his fingers grazed my belly, which was partially exposed. My core was throbbing with need.

He pulled away and then he spun me around. I stared at his lips. He bit his bottom lip, his one hand came up to cup the back of my head. I looked up, and he was staring at my parted lips. He leaned in, and I closed my eyes as I was about to finally feel his lips on mine.

The bathroom door opened and we both pulled away from each other as a woman walked in and scowled at us, walking to one of the stalls. Tristan didn't know what to do and as soon as the door of the stall closed, we both let out a breath, "F^ck!" Tristan muttered in frustration.

"I should go back," I stated, and then I left the bathroom. I am thankful that it wasn't Cris that entered the bathroom. I don't know what she would've done or if I would lose her. Just thinking about that made me sad.

"Elona," Tristan called out to me as I walked towards the theater where our specific movie was playing, and I stopped to turn around. He walked towards me, "Don't go back, let's just hang out or go somewhere else. Forget the photoshoot," he looked at me with hope...with desperation. I just didn't want my best friend to get suspicious or anything. "Please," he begged.

The look in his eyes made my heart ache for him, as that look is what I saw on his face when Aunt Estelle passed away, and we were at the grave site, the coffin being lowered into the ground. I will never forget that day.