Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 266 -

*Giovani*

I swirled the amber-gold liquid in my glass, staring down at the sight. Spread out on the couch, I felt like a dad waiting for his daughters to get back home.

I didn't even bother turning on any of the lights, just sat in the dark, waiting in the emptiness as the clock passed from late to midnight.

I could only sit there, replaying the scene in my head.

It had been a long day at work, and all I wanted was a drink and maybe my little temptress in my bed. But the moment I saw Dahlia dressed up, about to leave, all my thoughts flew out the window. Dahlia was one thing, but trailing just behind her was Olivia.

In tight little dresses and sweaters, I knew immediately there was no way they were actually going to see a movie. Olivia was gorgeous enough on her own, but she was a goddess dressed like this.

As soon as I saw her dressed up in that tiny little dress, her legs covered in the simple stockings, I wanted to grab her and fuck her right then and there. I'd rip those stockings and eat her out until she screamed, her red lips swallowing my cock, and her pretty eyes staring up at me as I fucked her mouth like nobody else could, until I was the only one on her mind.

Until she was choking on my name.

I swallowed the last gulp of alcohol, already pouring myself a new glass as I continued to wait. I wasn't drunk, not nearly yet, but my mouth was a little looser. My thoughts were a little broader and untainted by shame.

I couldn't believe I was still sitting there waiting for Olivia and Dahlia instead of just heading to bed. It was pathetic, a man of my age pining after a girl barely of age.

I knew it, but I couldn't care less at the moment.

All I wanted was her tucked into my lap, her lips on mine as I swallowed everything she had to offer.

But here I was... alone, drinking my ass off.

I sighed, taking a swig of the alcohol. No matter how much I told myself it was just sex between us, I knew that wasn't the truth. I was too attached, and I knew it.

A movie-that's where Dahlia said they were, but I knew better. Dahlia was a masterful liar and I knew well she wasn't heading to a damn movie. She was out seeing that boy of hers, and just the fact that she had dragged Olivia along had me wanting to punch the goddamn wall.

Some other guy looking at her when she looked like that?

Oh fuck no.

But there was nothing I could do. I had good enough control of my temper not to throw a scene in front of Dahlia, but damn was I so close to breaking.

Olivia was mine, damn it. Beautiful and sexy and alluring... she was just perfect.

If I could, I wouldn't give a shit about Dahlia or the family business or the age gap. She'd be mine, and that would be it.

But unfortunately for me, life was complicated.

I downed the rest of my drink, slamming the glass on the table right as I heard the loud rumbling of a car pulling into the driveway. Headlights shone through the window behind me, and I scowled, getting to my feet. Looks like they were home.

I headed for the door, not even bothering to pay attention anymore as my brain swam in alcohol. I bumped into one of the tables and I gave off a low "shit" before I reached the door. Just as I threw open the door, however, my mood plummeted.

There was Olivia, standing there with a guy I hadn't seen before. He was leaning over her, his hands on her arms, looking like he was about to kiss her, if it wasn't for her hand over his mouth. I scowled, crossing my arms as I spat out, "Where is Dahlia?"

Olivia jumped, breaking away from the boy like he was on fire as she turned to me, her pretty eyes shining with guilt.

Anger twisted in my stomach, as I looked away from her and to the boy standing on my damn doorstep. He looked baffled, a little dumb honestly, as he stepped away from her.

"Hello, sir." The boy grinned. "Are you her father?"

I stiffened, my temper raging.

"No!" Olivia stepped between us, her back to me like she was trying to protect me. "I think it's time for you to go home, Adrian," she said through gritted teeth. "Goodnight." "Uh, wait-"

Adrian couldn't take a hint. He reached out for Olivia, but she was faster. She ducked underneath his hand, turning to me as she firmly pressed on my shoulders, a pleading look to me as she pushed me back inside.

For a moment, I refused to move, my eyes connecting with Adrian's. Just the thought of this kid with his lips on my girl was enough for me to see red.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her to my side as she squeaked, dropping her heels on the ground. She gazed up at me, a bit annoyed, but I only smirked, my eyes never leaving the boy's.

Adrian looked at my arm around her waist and I could see the thought dawning on him, his mouth opening in a small 'O' just before Olivia grabbed the door.

"Goodnight," she snapped, and then she slammed the door closed. She locked it easily and then squeezed out of my grasp, picking up her shoes from the floor.

And then it was just me and her in the middle of the foyer.

I stayed silent, watching as she sighed, running a hand through her hair. She dropped her shoes and kicked them to the side as she turned to me, clutching her sweater tightly around her body.

The sight of his arms around her still hung in my vision, and I scowled, my anger rising.

"A movie, huh?" I pinned her with a stare, wanting her to spit out an explanation for why she had nearly been sucking another guy's face off on my fucking doorstep.

My temper raged inside of me, anger bursting in a very uncharacteristic way. Was it just the alcohol or was I... jealous?

I shifted uncomfortably as I realized that I was. I was jealous of some punk with Olivia?

"Dahlia wanted to go out with Lorenzo, and he brought his friend, Adrian, so Dahlia brought me," Olivia said, her eyes shining in the darkness. "I only went as a favor to her."

She gazed at me like I was the moon, a beacon beaming in the darkness only for her, and if she asked me for the world, I would've given it to her in that moment-if it weren't for the sight of that stupid boy nearly kissing her that flashed through my mind.

"I told her not to go back to that apartment. I told you, but neither of you listened to me, did you? Do you think it's just a joke, that you and her are invincible?" I snapped, my anger getting the better of me.

I wasn't sure whether I was angry they didn't listen to me or that some other guy had had his paws all over her.

"No, I understand that," Olivia sighed. "But she deserves to have some fun. You know how she hates being cooped up."

Fun? She would risk her life for fun?

I sighed, rubbing my forehead of the headache I could feel forming. "Fun can sometimes lead to danger, and that apartment complex is full of it."

"It was just a date," Olivia said, rolling her eyes as she headed straight for the stairs. "Don't be dramatic."

"Oh really? Did you have fun then?" I said sarcastically, turning back to the living room.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Olivia gasped from behind me. I could hear her bare feet on the floor walking after me, but my eyes landed on the case of bourbon.

It was empty. Damn it.

"I asked," I said, whirling around to face her. I slammed my hand on the wall next to her head, cornering her against the wall. Her eyes widened, a dumbfounded look on her face as she hit the wall.

She licked her lips, and I couldn't stop my eyes from following her tongue. I smirked as I leaned in closer, basically trapping her between the wall and myself.

Her chest swelled with every heavy breath she took, and I could feel the electricity between us as I just barely grazed the tip of her ear. "Did you have fun with him?"

"With him?" she snorted, shaking her head. "No way. He was dull and couldn't take a hint. I hated every minute of it."

"Oh, really?" I pressed closer to her, looking deep into her eyes for any hint of her lying. But all I could see was her honesty shining back at me.

"Yes." She smiled as she gently stepped forward until I could feel every inch of her pressed against my body. Her arms snaked around my neck, and I let her pull me down until our lips were just barely touching. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"I could have sworn I was interrupting something. Was I wrong?" I breathed out, willing to see where she took this.

"Honestly, you saved me from having to tell him no," she smirked.

As if they were never there, all the discomforting feelings vanished. My body relaxed, and I smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Good girl," I murmured, pleased.

Then I stepped back, a smirk on my lips.

I crossed my arms as I waited for her brain to reboot. I loved how affected she was just by something simply like this. Her eyes were glossed over with lust as she looked at me, probably not even registering my words. Her eyes flickered from my body to my face, and I could see as she finally remembered where we were. She coughed, her cheeks turning bright red and I suppressed a chuckle.

Damn, she was just too cute.

I sighed, realizing now that there wasn't any denying it any longer. I had feelings for her. What those feelings were, I wasn't entirely sure. I liked her, maybe more, and I wasn't willing to let her be with anyone else. And I knew I had fallen too deep in this hole. Olivia was mine, and I was never going to let her go, not to that Adrian asshole or anyone.

"Have a drink with me in my office?" I asked with a challenging smirk.