Dad's best friend secret baby

Chapter 12

Evie

Three Years Ago

The sun sank low in the sky, and the stars started to show. It was time for the frat party my boyfriend Stephen wanted to go to. I did my make-up and curled my hair in loose waves. Nude lipstick and subtle make-up were my vibe. I looked pretty, as always.

Soon, I heard the loud honk of his car. I put on my Vans sneakers and met him outside. He was seated inside his Toyota Yaris.

I opened the door and entered the passenger seat.

"Hi." I smiled at him. His brown hair was messy. Brown orbs were as sharp as ever. He was in casual jeans and a T-shirt.

"Hey." He leaned over to give me a quick peck. My heart fluttered.

Shall we?"

I nodded. "We shall."

I hadn't seen him in days. He kept telling me that his last year was so busy with studying that he barely had time for anything else. I chose to believe him because he had never lied to me before.

We arrived at the single-family house off campus. He exited the car, and I followed. Just before we opened the door, he held my hands.

We walked into an ample space filled with music and college students. The place was crowded— a little too crowded for me. But oh well, fun was fun.

"Tonight is a time for me to unwind. Let's have a drink," he nudged my shoulder with a smile. We weaved past the crowd to the bar.

"Give us your strongest alcohol."

I watched many people come to greet us— him. Guys and girls alike. I particularly didn't like how the girls were touchy. Their hands lingered on his shoulders too long, and some mistakenly touched his thigh.

But...

"Relax. They're just friends," he said.

We drank and danced, and it was finally time to go home. I was already tipsy— maybe half drunk. But still fully aware of my surroundings. He brought me to the car, and when we reached my dorm, he asked, "Is your roommate around?"

That was a weird question, he rarely asked. I either gave him a blow job in his car or his apartment.

"No."

"Alright."

We barely got inside when he locked the door, discarded the key on the table, and he started to kiss me. Consumed with the feeling of his lips, I pressed myself closer to him. I'd missed this. I'd missed him.

Slowly, he pushed me onto the bed and maneuvered my legs out of my trousers. I was left with my lacy underwear. He didn't bother to remove my blouse before he started to fiddle with his belt.

Instinctively, I shut my legs. We'd gone over this several times. I was nineteen and wasn't ready to lose my virginity.

"Stephen, wait." I gently pushed his chest. He didn't budge from on top of me.

"What?" His voice was stern.

"I'm not rea–"

"Here we go again." His rugged voice struck fear in my heart. "You're fucking telling me to wait. It's been six months, and I'm tired of your sloppy blowjobs. I want to have sex."

My pulse quickened as I watched him move to position himself at my entrance. Immediately, I screamed.

His hands quickly covered my mouth. I began to struggle. "Shut up, you stupid bitch. I'm your boyfriend and just taking what's mine."