𝐃𝐚𝐝'𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 -b. dylan + g. harrison + reader
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"You want me, don't you?"
Studying his eyes, his mannerisms, the way his chestnut bounces were inches away from draping across his bulky shoulders that were modestly covered by a tailored suit- I found lust sprinkled within the depths of his shadowed, magnetic irises.
"Hell yes"
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Being John Lennon's daughter meant connections. Hell, it meant having someone whom resembled a flirtatious Jesus stop by your home every week. And connections were the jewel- not the riches, not the materials, but rather the people. Alessandra Lennon would know. However, one morning would make her realize the most priceless jewel of all took place in a person, who just so happened to be her father's friend's closest companion.