S.P.E.L.T (Completed ✅️)

D.I.L.F ⛓️

I stood outside her home and it was so different from what I imagined.

It was indeed big but very old , 2 luxury cars peeked from the garage and big lawn with tall trees made the house look more private and not to mention...scary.

As I reached the front door, my heart raced in anticipation .

The door swung open.

and I was greeted by a striking figure who seemed to have stepped out of a movie screen.

Wow... she never told me she had a hot brother? Even ' hot ' was a cheap word to describe his face and physique .

He stood there with an effortlessly charming smile and a gaze that seemed to hold stories untold.

His presence was magnetic, his looks exceptionally handsome, and I found myself momentarily lost for words.

"H..hh. hi I'm Tamrah "

His lips curved into a half-smile, as if he knew something I didn't, leaving me both intrigued and slightly unsettled.

"Tamrah!" the sound of footsteps descended the grand staircase. My friend appeared, a warm and radiant presence against the dark backdrop of the house. With an enthusiastic smile, she bounded towards me,her arms outstretched in a heartfelt embrace .

"Dad this is my friend tamrah" she said , and that's where I lost it..

What?? This handsome man barely looked 35 how could he...be her father .

I tried to hide the shock evident on my face.

I looked at her father again. He got a call the same time emra introduced me , he nodded at us and picked the phone.

He watched us silently, his gaze a mix of curiosity and subtle intensity. His silence spoke volumes, filling the space with a profound sense of intrigue.

"Let's head to my room," emra suggested with a reassuring smile, sensing my curiosity and the weight of the house's ambiance.

As we moved down the dimly lit corridor, the vintage décor seemed to close in around us, enhancing the feeling of stepping into another world.

Finally, we reached the room-a sanctuary amidst the house's dark allure. The door opened to reveal a space that, while still vintage, was more inviting, filled with warm light and personal touches.

We stepped inside, the door closing behind us, leaving her father in the hallway..

"Hello? What happned ?" Emra looked at my shocked expression.

"Look what I'm going to say is very ....it's going to sound disrespectful but your father...Is...so handsome??!!"

Emra, caught off guard by my candid comment, burst into laughter.

"Oh, trust me, you're not the only one who thinks that," she said with a playful grin.

"Dad's got this whole mysterious vibe going on, and I'm pretty sure he's used to people being a bit stunned by him. Dad's 34 but you should have seen the looks he got when he was younger!"

I laugh along, happy that she didn't mind it.

"My dad was 15 when he had me.. his 16 year old girlfriend's parents even sued him , luckily my grandparents decided to take the custody and raise me. I know how awkward this feels but he doesn't feel like a father but a friend .

And he had never been the same person ever since that incident,
He never loved. It's like the thought of love scares him "

I had never seen emra describe someone with a more serious face.

I felt both shocked and sorry .

" we don't talk a lot but my grandma says the girl tempted him to the point he couldn't resist , and I'm not someone who believed it until 5 years ago, she...my mother personally visited me when dad wasn't here..she said she was miserable because she had lied about the incident...dad was innocent and that karma had got her"

"Emra...I'm so sorry you had to go through so much, I can't imagine what it is like to not have a mom around " I immediately felt guilty for all the stuff I used to think about her.. I used to think she's so lucky and pretty , I guess there was something that made her feel safe in my presence after all.

"It's okay let's just.. study now " she brushed a tear drop from the corner of her eyes and pulled out a book from her book shelf.

" so.. we'll start from financial reporting"

As the evening wore on room was filled with the soft rustle of pages and the murmur of academic discussion.

Despite our focus on the work at hand, I found my thoughts drifting back to emras dad, unable to shake the memory of his striking presence.

,"You know," Emra began with a playful glint in her eye,

"it's not every day you get to meet someone who makes you forget what you were doing.

I knew Emra sensed my distraction

I glanced up, my cheeks reddening slightly.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Emra leaned in, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Tell me, what was going through your mind when you saw him? I bet he's the kind of guy who leaves quite an impression."

She was so unpredictable. She really wanted to know what I thought of her father?

I sighed.

" You will kill me for being honest forget it" I smirked but I hated myself for being so blunt knowing there was no going back now.

"If you don't tell me I'm going to tell dad you called him handsome" she pretends to close the book and get up.

"No wait OK.., I think...your dad..is a DILF. "

Ouch ouch ouch ouch. I was expecting gunshots.

Emra's eyes widened, and she nearly toppled over with laughter. "Oh my God, Tamrah! I can't believe you just said that!"

My face turned a deep shade of red as I realized what I had just confessed.

"I can't believe I said that either. I must be losing my mind!"

Feeling a sudden need to escape the awkwardness, I quickly got up and headed towards the door to open it, hoping to clear the air.

To my horror, I found her FATHER standing right outside, a serious expression on his face.

"I'm sorry for not greeting you earlier," he said calmly, though his eyes held a hint of amusement.

"I was caught up with some important work."

We forze..
Our faces flushed with embarrassment.

The room fell into an uneasy silence as we exchanged anxious glances, wondering whether he had overheard our conversation and what he might think of it.

He calmly introduced himself and I came to know his...name..

Kim Taehyung.
Ceo of Zell semiconductors.

Taehyung noticed our discomfort and, with a courteous nod, asked, "Is there anything you need?"

still reeling from the embarrassment, I quickly shook my head. "No, we're fine. Thank you."

Despite my protest, Taehyung turned to the door. "Very well. I'll have some tea brought up for you."

As he started to leave, he paused for a moment and glanced back at me.

There was a fleeting, yet unmistakable glint in his eyes-a look that seemed to suggest he had indeed heard our conversation, as if his gaze had been an unspoken witness to our words.

My heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his look.

Taehyung left, and the room was left in a charged silence.

Oh noooo what if he actually heard me say that he was a dilf ??*