"I know that what I do isn't right
I can't stop what I love to do" -Lana Del Rey
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"Dinner time." Your dad knocked on your room door as he went back down stairs. You put your journal away as you prepared to walk down. "I feel as if I'm ready to get you out of my house now." You whispered to Keith as you sat at the table beside him. "Your body says different." He smiled as he whispered back passing the food.
You picked at your food before eating all you could really think about is all the things you fantasized doing coming to reality. "I'm pretty sure my daughter hasn't had a home cooked meal since we left." Your dad joked with Keith. "She's the little chef herself." He rubbed your inner thigh before grabbing on to it. You instantly clinched on to your drink as you looked at him. "Yea He showed me some new recipes that were to die for." You grabbed his hand. He moved your as he ran his up your leg more spreading them.
You did as his command and he ran fingers in seat of your underwear. "I'm glad you guys enjoyed your vacation I think this is good bounding time." He smiled "don't you think so y/n?" He rubbed faster. You took a sip of your drink but your hands were shaking a bit.
"May I be excused." You closed your legs with his hands in them. He pulled his out as he continued to eat. "The food is wonderful."
"No." Your mother replied. As you stuck your fork into your food with frustration Keith chuckled as he shook his head. He could tell your frustration just by him sitting there which entertained him more. Cleaning each dish you thought about the way he made you feel like you never did before. The moans you let out replayed in your mind deep down in your mind you knew you wanted more. Your body was begging for more.
"Plenty of girls lined up at the bed room when you get back?" Your dad hit Keith's shoulder while sitting on the couch. You leaned against the wall to listen, deep inside you didn't want to have these feelings you had but you did. "A player never tells." He popped his collar. You ran upstairs and closed your room door. "I hate him but I somewhat love him. He's my dad best friend! He's also satisfying my needs. Am I being greedy if I can have my cake and eat it too?" You wrote in your journal.
For some reason every feeling you had you wouldn't say it you would write it. Every emotion was wrote down from happy to sad it was documented. You laid the journal on your bed as you prepared to take a bath. Keith knocked but noticed you weren't in your room as he sat on the bed. The journal sat there and he thought heavily about reading it. He picked up the book and started to read as he heard foot steps coming. He quickly panicked and sat the journal down getting into the closet.
You grabbed your journal off the bed shoving it into your night stand. As you started to unzip your coat throwing it onto the bed you felt as if it was more than one set of eyes watching you. It was as if you knew Keith was near. You got fully undressed as you put your hair into a messy bun. Keith was in disbelief,he loved you shape. You bit your lip as you covered yourself in the towel walking out of the room.
Keith exited the closet slowly as he exhaled. He felt the guilt of it but it was the temptation of having you. Letting go now was not in his plan. He could give you the things you wanted and more that's exactly what he was going to do.
