𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Far From Innocent| Smut| Request

AN: I received a request to write another 'dad's best friend' smut, so here it is! I pictured Vendetta Leon whilst writing this one♡
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I'm the living embodiment of rage as I slam my dad's door shut and storm away from the house, but it's only a matter of seconds before it opens and a pair of footsteps seem to echo my own. I glare over my shoulder at my dad's best friend, Leon, who lingers behind me with a faint smile on his face. I scoff, raising a hand to flip him off as I reach my car and grab hold of the door handle. "I told you both, I'm not budging on this." I snap, unlocking the car as Leon reaches the passenger side. I stare at his ruggedly handsome face over the roof of the car, brow arching as he seems to open the passenger side. "What are you doing?" 

"Coming with you." Leon shrugs, scratching at his dark stubble as if he hasn't got a care in the world. His blue eyes twinkle with a playfulness as my annoyance only grows. I shake my head, pointing a finger at him before directing it back to my dad's house. 

"No you're not. Go back to arranging my life with dad, since you both seem to know what's best for me." I say. Leon gives me a pointed look as he climbs into the car, already buckling his seatbelt as I stare with my jaw hanging low. I'm too annoyed to even argue anymore, so wordlessly I get in and start the engine, but I hover as Leon leans back and makes himself at home, stretching his knees apart as he leans his elbow against the window. I stifle a sigh, turning to him. "I mean it, why are you here?" I ask a little softer. 

"Because you're pissed, and people make terrible decisions when they're mad." Leon answers kindly, a look of raw emotion crosses his features as I groan and hit the back of my head against the headrest. I close my eyes for a few seconds, taming my anger and shaking hands before pulling the car away from the curb and heading to the one place where I don't have to think or wallow in my self-pity. The sun's beginning to set once I find a parking space at the back of the lot before exiting and heading right for the bar. It's the middle of the week, meaning it's not overly busy, and lucky for me the bottles I want are on offer today. I purchase a bottle of whiskey, then grab two glasses as I head to the table Leon picked out in the corner, where I can sit in the shadows and deal with my issues alone. Thankfully Leon's the human version of a Doberman, so I'll be left alone without anyone bothering me. 

Leon's dark brows rise as I sit down and crack open the bottle. He pinches his lips together as if refraining from speaking, even as I pour a glass for each of us, he doesn't question me. A flicker of apprehension runs through me, but then the memories of my dad's words and actions remind me why I'm here. I tilt my glass in Leon's direction as he watches, then I down the amber liquid in one go. "So," I say taking a deep breath, "aren't you going to lecture me? Tell me I shouldn't drink my problems away? Shouldn't you be ratting me out to my dad?" I huff, tucking my hair behind my ear as Leon nods. 

"I probably should, but for once I disagree with him. It's your life, and you should choose what you want to do with it. I understand where he's coming from by being protective, but he took it too far." Leon replies, sipping from his own glass as my eyes widen. I can't hold back the little laugh that escapes me at the elation I feel about being in the right. Maybe it's petty, but if my dad's closest friend isn't on his side, then it tells me that dad really messed up this time. Leon runs a hand through his hair as he glances around the dimly lit bar, "Your choices are yours to make, but so are your reactions." He adds as if scolding me. 

I slump back, elation quickly disappearing as I grab my glass and top it up again. "Right. Back to being up my dad's ass again, are you?" I mutter, turning away from Leon so he can't see the way my cheeks flame from embarrassment. "I'm not apologising for anything I said back at home, I meant what I said." I defend, but my voice is weak. Now I'm calming down, I can see the flaws in my reactions, I can see how maybe I blew up the situation into something chaotic and messy. I might've even hurt my dad more than I initially thought. Sensing my downfall, Leon reaches across the table and places his hand over my own, our touches have always been innocent and caring, I mean he's practically raised me alongside my dad, but something about this feels different. My breath hitches as Leon's fingers tighten around my hand, squeezing not only reassurance into me, but something heated and desperate.