Dad's best friend secret baby

Chapter 23

Ethan

The meeting ended, and I watched my members rise. As usual, it was a success. Mr. Charles loved the progress of the project, and things were looking great.

I lifted a brow when I saw David mouth something to Chloe. Ever since the strange interaction between him and Evie and the accident with Evie in the Engineering department, I'd been watching him...closely.

It took everything in me not to fire him after the incident, but I had to keep my cool. I knew Evie would blame herself if she found out I fired him because of the accident.

"Have you seen Evie today?"

I could read the subtle move of his lips. I clenched my fist.

Chloe shook her head. "No. Perhaps today is her day off? She told me once that she has set days for work."

David shook his head slowly. "I don't think so."

I furrowed my brows. He didn't think so? So he was closely monitoring her?

What the fuck was he—

"Mr. McPherson."

Someone called out, and David answered immediately. He trailed out with the rest, and soon, I was left alone.

Have you seen Evie today?

I scoffed. I'd given Evie the day off. Last I checked, that was none of his fucking business.

I brought my hands to rub my temple. Her loud moans suddenly reverberated through the room. Like a tape recorder, my mind played out scenes of our pleasure.

Evie.

I didn't expect to have sex with her this morning. It just showed how stupid I was. What did I expect to happen waking up next to the sight of her in my shirt after taking her virginity? I should have known she'd be irresistible.

I couldn't lie; sex with her was like a drug. A sweet, wholesome high that I never wanted to climb down from.

I'd worshiped the sexy art piece that was her body. I'd cherished her, just like I wanted to. Her body was like a treasure, and I wanted to keep her locked away in my chest for as long as I could.

In that moment, I wanted to be selfish— finally have what I'd been longing for. And I did.

I'd forgotten it all... pushed any rational thoughts behind the fickle barrier of emotions. And I enjoyed every bit of it.

At the party, I enjoyed our conversation. Suddenly, she'd seemed less of a chatterbox to me. After the party, I enjoyed something more. And after taking her virginity, I wanted more.

I wanted her all over again.

But now, in her absence, the facade of the high was slowly dissipating. And I could see the reality of my actions. Still, everything I felt remained, but they were overshadowed by one emotion. Guilt.

I fucked my best friend's daughter. My best friend's daughter, whom I was supposed to help attain a better future. I fucked her and even told her to call me daddy.

Her daddy wouldn't be too pleased.

Fuck.

What have I done?