My Dad's Best Friend Is My Guardian.

Chapter 1

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WARNINGS:

1°There will be minimal amount of cussing and foul language. I am sorry, but it helps characterize. So if you don't like it, please don't read this story.

2°There will be very intense sexual scenes. (Dominant/Submissive, etc.)

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Amerie's Pov

"You can't just keep your eye on me the whole time. I need space Ryan. And you are Not giving it to me! " I slam the car door closed as I make my way towards the house I'm living in now.

You see, my dad, he died 2 weeks ago in a car crash. And my dad had one wish for his best friend, Ryan, to take care of me and not let me out of sight. Little did I know, he'd take those words seriously.

It's like I'm on parol after getting out of prison. Oh wait! I'm still in it.

"Ami, please wait. I'll explain. " I hear his footsteps quicken behind me and I feel a soft movement down by my hand.

"Stay the fuck away from me Ryan." I stomp up to the door as I quickly push in the house lock code.

Oh right, I forgot. I guess this "house" is more a 3 story mansion with 9 rooms, 2 garages, pool/hot tub, volleyball net, football field, recording studio, and etc. Should I go on? I think not.

Throwing my bag to the ground as I enter the house,  I storm into the kitchen running straight into Mary knocking all the cupcakes to the ground that she just got done frosting.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry Mary! I didn't mean to, I didn't see you!" I quickly drop to the floor to help pick them up off the tiles.

Mary is 52 and she has very great skin, not a wrinkle in sight. She's the cook of the house and my mom's close friend.
" It's okay hun, these weren't the best I made. I'll make a new batch after I clean this up." she sighs as she grabs a rag and begins to wipe the frosting up.

"What the hell did you do Mary. I told you I need 200 for tonight. Looks like a waste of 50. Waste of my time, I swear. " he mutters under his breath.

" How about you stop ordering her around like she's your puppet and help her make these '200 cupcakes' for YOUR dinner party tonight, asshole." I glare at him as I pick up a cupcake and throw it in the trash, putting my hand on my hip.

"Whatever, I'm not dealing with you Ami. Be ready by 7:50 to greet our guest at the front of the house driveway by 8pm." He walks away rolling his eyes, running his hand through his hair.

"God, he frustrates me so much. Sometimes I just want to punch him in the face! And his stupid hair that's so hot that he keeps pulling at. I swear his stupid presence makes me angry. " I grab a tray that holds 50 cupcakes and slam it down on the counter.