CHAPTER 39 - Sex with Dad's Best Friend part 2

**EMMA**

“Thank you, doll!", he smiles but touches his glass to mine.

After dinner we remain at the table waiting for Rosa's delicious dessert to finish being prepared, my father is talking about some tedious company business, but I stare at the blonde's hand that leaves the table and lays on Ethan's right thigh, which trembles slightly at the touch.

I straighten up in my chair knowing what's coming next, I should look away, but I keep watching the blonde's shameless attitude as she rubs the palm of her hand against Ethan's jeans, the poor guy disguisedly removes the woman's hand from his body, but still not satisfied I see when she unzips the zipper and slips her hand inside the fabric.

“My God!", I exclaim in disbelief at what I am seeing and at this woman's lack of respect.

When I raise my head I see that again all three of them are looking at me, I smile awkwardly and get up quickly from the table.

“Excuse me...", I leave the dining room as fast as I can and head for the first downstairs bathroom I find in front of me.

I shake my hands in front of my face trying to keep myself whole and not let my emotions take over at this moment, I can do it, but it is a great effort on my part. It may seem like a crush that will soon go away when I meet or get to know someone my age, but I know it's not about that, I'm really in love with a forbidden person who became even more forbidden after this dinner.

I look at myself through the reflection of the mirror and wash my face taking a deep breath and closing my eyes afterward, I don't want to feel and I didn't choose to feel, I wish I was in love with anyone other than the man who helped my father raise me after my mother left us.

I owe a lot to the man who watched me grow up and mature, but I am controlling myself as much as I can to not let any of these unwanted emotions show in front of anyone, in front of Ethan himself.

“Focus, Julia...", I whisper, opening my eyes and feeling my pupils fill with tears.

“Maybe it's just a phase and soon you'll find someone right for you...", I tell myself with my hands resting on the marble sink.

Just as a thin tear is about to run down my cheek two soft knocks are heard behind the door, I sniffle quickly washing my face and drying my skin trying to wash away any traces of my sadness.

“Just a minute, I'll be right out, Daddy!", I say loudly.

“Is everything okay, little doll?", I widen my eyes after hearing Ethan's deep, unmistakable voice.

My whole body shakes, but I huff softly, trying to control the pitch of my voice so it doesn't sound too strange.

“I'm fine, I just got a little wet on my favorite dress...", I lie, unlocking the door and opening it to the man I love.

This time his mesmerizing eyes scan my entire body in a slow and different analysis, I switch my body part to the other leg trying to normalize my breathing.

When he raises his head to look at me I see that his brow furrows and he points at my bust with his finger:

“Your clothes are impeccable, no need to lie to me, Emma."

“Okay, it's just that I have an unbearable cramp and the thing I want most is a hot bath and my bed, Uncle Ethan.", I completed the other lie, trying to be more convincing this time.

The expression on his face softens quickly showing that he easily believed my second blatant lie.

“Would you like me to ask Rosa to make some tea, little doll?", he asks with a concerned tone and I almost jump when I feel his fingers caress my face.

“That won't be necessary, I've already taken some medicine and it will take effect soon."

Ethan removes his hand from my face before squeezing the top of my nose and moving a few feet away.

“You don't have to stay at the table just because we're here, if you want I can tell Thomas that you're not feeling well."

I think for a second how rude this is going to sound, but I'm not feeling well and I want to spend the night crying in my comfortable bed.

And I also don't want to see that sassy blonde's face for the rest of the night, all I want more than anything is for them to leave.

Looking at Ethan and imagining Angela touching him intimately makes me sick and very nauseous, so I try to push the images from my mind quickly.

“Thank you, say goodbye with a kiss to your girlfriend for me, she's lovely, and congratulations!", I flash an exaggerated smile on my face, daring him to kiss my cheek, before turning away and heading for the stairs.

I climb all the steps quickly and run to my bedroom door, when I enter I lean against the nearest wall and slide to the floor stifling a scream with my hands over my mouth.

I close my eyes crying uncontrollably when I am finally alone, run to the bed, and smother my face against one of the pillows fearing that someone will eventually hear my loud sobs.

I don't know how long I lie in bed crying, but I can feel my tears running out and my eyes swelling up from the constant crying.

A knock on my bedroom door puts me completely on alert, but I am relieved that the room is all dark when my father enters the room.

“Sweetie, are you still awake?", I feel my father's fingers in my hair and sit up in bed slowly.

“Yes."

“Are you still feeling really bad? Ethan told me you weren't feeling well, so I brought you some warm tea and more painkillers in case you need them.", he says using his careful and protective tone that I love.

Thomas is the perfect father, the kind of father every girl dreams of having, maybe he is like this because he thinks he needs to compensate for the lack of a maternal member in my life, he is not the kind of father who gets on your back or forbids you to do anything you want to do.

“Thank you, you are the best father in the world, you Thomas!", I joke, taking the steaming cup of tea from his hands.

“Uncle Ethan and his new girlfriend are already gone, Dad?", I ask, taking a sip of the hot drink.

“That's what I wanted to warn you about, I managed to convince them to spend the night here tonight, tomorrow morning I need some help from Ethan at the company and the short distance will be of great help."

I almost spit out my sips of tea when I hear this, I huff loudly, pushing the cup away before placing it on the small table beside my bed and concentrating on my father's face that is sitting next to me.

“Is Angelica sleeping here tonight too, Dad?", I try to change my tone of voice as I get into bed.

“Yes, dear. Did you see how happy your uncle is?"

“I hope she is the right woman for him..."

“Of course, she is, the two of them are a great match and seem to like each other very much, Ethan deserves to be very happy..."

I look at my dad and see his eyes light up at the mention of his best friend.

“You deserve to be happy too, Dad?", I say, laying my head on his shoulder.

“I'm already happy, Emma."

“I want to say that you deserve to have someone else to love and care for..."

“I like my single life, daughter.", he closes the subject by kissing my cheek before getting out of bed and walking to the door.

“There's no use in running away, you know you don't have to be alone all your life, Dad!", I smile as he shakes his head.

“Drink your tea and rest, young lady!", he scolds me, smiling before leaving the room.

I finish my tea in long, quick sips before picking up one of my college books and reading it lying in bed, it is late, and as I finish one of many of my college assignments I get out of bed to stretch my sore body from the uncomfortable position I was in.

Knowing that the man I desire is sleeping a few meters away with a woman hurts me so much, I keep walking all over the room still feeling my eyes swollen from the recent crying.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I put on my pajamas instead of my dress and leave the room quietly, the long corridor is still a little light by the side lights on the wall, I head towards the stairs, but an unusual sound coming from the guest room catches my attention.

I don't know what the noise is about, maybe they are having crazy sex while the idiot here sleeps in the other room a few meters away, but I force my legs to keep walking to the stairs.

I go to the kitchen lighting only one lamp fearing that I might wake my father, I open the refrigerator seeing that Rosa saved the piece of dessert for me since I left the table before it was finished.

I carry the plate with the pie to the counter before filling a glass of water, but I stifle a scream when I see a tall silhouette in the dark next to me.

“My God!", I exclaim, setting the glass on the counter before placing my hands on my racing heart.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, Emma!", Ethan says before turning on the central lamp in the kitchen giving me a view of his naked torso.

I just need to act normal and pretend that this man baffles me.

“Couldn't sleep either?"

Ethan smiles embarrassed and I soon notice that I was wrong to ask that because I can see that his body is sweaty and his hair is messy.

“Did you have a good time?", I ask, turning away and feeling a bitter taste in my mouth at the knowledge that he was getting laid.