Forbidden To My Fathers Bestfriend; Irresistible To His Sons
READING AGE 18+
“Paint me.” She said and immediately he looked up, his pupils dilated and he froze.
“W..what.. you.” he stuttered, stumbling over his words despite his bear sized build and rough looks.
“Why professor? You said you needed a muse, you didn't say you needed a fully dressed one.” She muttered, her lips curving into a smirk and then as his eyes raked over her naked body, she began to trace the contours of her shape.
Slowly, her hand slid downwards massaging, caressing and working her body and then it finally stopped right between her legs.
She watched him gulp and then made to speak only for her own eyes to widen when the door slammed open.
She trembled as she watched two other hulking figures saunter in, their shoulders trembling.
In their eyes, she saw anger, possessiveness and lust that made her both hot and scared at the same time.
Now, it was her turn to gulp.
Christiana is in no way what one would call a saint. In fact, asides being the brattiest and craziest firecracker out there, she is a slutty sinner whose fantasies could drown the world.
So when one of the features of her fantasy makes an appearance, you cannot expect that she would not want to live out her fantasies.
Especially when suddenly she has to live in the same house as the man of her fantasies.
Christiana had three problems.
One, her parents were suddenly involved in an accident, leaving her in both despair and debt.
Two, Her father's closest friend suddenly asked her to move in with him.
Three, Her father's best friend is in fact none other than the star in her fantasies.
As if that's not enough, she also has to tackle two hockey brothers who would do anything to claim her as theirs.
Maybe, her problem is more than three.
Fuck that, three is the right number.
Three men.
Three hot men who make her body burn like never before.
What will Christiana do?
Unfold
Christiana walked away from the courtyard with her hands shoved in her pockets, her mind replaying the confrontation.
Noah's shoulder slamming into hers. Jess's venomous accusations. And that other guy, the quiet one, who had looked at her like he could see straight through her skin.
She found a bench near the library……
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