His serpent secret? FP Jones

Chapter six- aftermath

Flashbacks flood my mind from what happened last night. The image of mine and FP Jones' naked bodies winding together in the dead of the night. I jolt up, catching a glimpse of a shirtless FP sleeping beside me. His body glistens with last nights sweat. His appearance rugged yet still sexy.
I swallow hard. Debating what to do. He's my fathers best friend! I fucked my fathers bestfriend. But a part of me may have enjoyed it. A part of me craves for more.
I race to the nearest shirt I can find and when I take a glance at myself I notice it's FP's plaid navy shirt. It's ridiculously big in size, but for length it falls just below my panties. Considering I'm not much shorter than him.
Before I can change into something more appropriate, I hear a croaky morning voice calling my name.
"What?" I raise a brow. Trying hard to avoid his gaze.
"You look so hot in my shirt." He smirks, before slapping his red cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said that. We shouldn't of-" "I know!" I cut him off. Atleast we both agree that what we did was wrong.
"What are we going to tell daddy?!" I pant, pacing the room. Fear boiling inside me.
He forces himself out of my bed. Throwing on last nights jeans and leaving himself shirtless. I guess he has no choice as I'm wearing it.
"We don't." He says.
"What?" I ask, only half paying attention.
"We don't tell him. OK? If we do he would murder me. "
"You're right. OK. OK." I sigh, trying to remain calm. I run my fingers through my hair which has turned almost frizzy from sweat.
FP reaches out his hand but quickly drops it back to his side. I try my best not to get carried away by his ridiculously good body.
We stand there for a couple of moments.. Unsure what to do. Wether to discuss it. Wether to not say a word. We go with the second option and both disappear into separate rooms.

I arrive at the White Wyrm, my feet aching from walking as FP hasn't yet had the chance to teach me how to ride. Although last night was a pretty good lesson. I slap myself for thinking so dirty.
Toni greets me, this time her hair is forced into a messy side braid, which looks as though it's going to fall out any second.
"Hey, you alright?" She nods to my face. I look at her puzzled until I get a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the White Wyrms window. My mascara, from last night, is smudged beneath my eyes causing me to look like a baby panda.
"Oh uh, yeah just had a long night." I tell her, which is true. Me and FP were up for hours fumbling beneath the sheets.
"Oh really? Whose the lucky guy?" She winks.
"Uh, no no one." I hate myself for stuttering. I can tell by her facial expression she doesn't buy it. Toni Topaz is not stupid.
"You don't have to lie to me, Rosa. You're our queen now, my queen. You can trust me!" She says rather convincingly. Plus, it's hard to not believe those puppy dog eyes.
"Fine." I let out a huge sigh of relief, knowing I can get it out of my system.
I pull her outside, my eyes scanning the coast to make sure it's clear. Not even a single serpent is out here, probably because of the thick blanket of mist which hovers above our legs.
"I may have slept with someone last night and I don't know what to do about it." I announce. She smiles sympathetically. "Was it your first time?" She asks.
"No. No!" I shake my head, do I look like a virgin to her?
She nods, her arms crossed against her biker jacket. "Do you regret it then?" She asks. I want to say yes. But part of me knows that I don't regret most of it, the only part that I do is betraying daddy.
"I don't know. I mean, I loved the sex it was like a huge weight had dropped. But then it was replaced by a new one.. A secret." I tell her. And it's true. Ever since I laid eyes on FP we've been denying the sexual tension with snarky comments to each other.
"Why does it have to be a secret?" She frowns.
"Because, it would hurt someone if they found out. And then the guy would get hurt because he'd be betraying his best friend." I explain. Trying not to leak to much information.
Toni nods, slowly. "Does this guy happen to be older than you, rosa?" How does she know?
"Yes?"
"Does he also happen to be your fathers best friend?" Shit. She knows. I try to concoct up a lie, but I'm too slow.
"Please don't tell my daddy!" I plead.
"I won't. Don't worry. But you do realise FP is bad news? Don't you? Not forgetting the fact he's 47 and you're 17.." She places a hand on my arm.
"48." I correct her, although is pointless. She knits her brows together, before continuing with her speech "Rosa. You can't do this again you know that? I won't tell, but if your dad does find out.. FP will be a dead man." She tells me like I already don't know.
"I know. I know that but I don't know if I'll be able to resist!!" Tears well up in my eyes, not out of sadness but frustration. What am I going to do?

I arrive home after dark, the walk home was terrible. Snow is not as beautiful as it may look. Despite the glistening thick blankets spread across the ground, it burns like a bitch once you enter the warm again and it's also probably the reason why daddy isn't home yet.
As I head upstairs, I notice FP emerging from the bathroom. Wearing nothing but a towel below his prominent V. line.
I swallow hard, trying to avoid the temptation. The burning lust which lingers at the pit of my stomach.
"You're home early." His voice is full of sarcasm.
"Funny." I roll my eyes, before entering my room. I remove my jacket and the rest of my clothes which are soaked in snow. But when I turn around to grab a robe, FP is leaning against the door frame.
"FP. What are you doing?"
"I wanted to say.. I hope things aren't weird between us, you're a good girl and I don't want last night to ruin the bond that's been growing between us." Wow is he Shakespeare?
"It's fine, FP. But if you don't want weird I suggest not watching me get dressed?" I tell him. Although not making an effort to cover up.
Instead of turning around he walks toward me. Swiping a stray hair from my eye.
"It's hard to resist." He whispers. Before leaving. Leaving me here, in my bedroom, craving more of his sweet touch.