Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad
Trapped between desire and loyalty, Becca finds herself in a precarious game with her best friend's alluring father, James Valentino. He's a powerful, mysterious man who awakens a forbidden craving she never knew she possessed. But in this house of secrets and hidden desires, will she succumb to the Italian Stallion's dark allure, or will the truth about her past and the consequences of her choices lead to a different kind of submission?The Miami sun beat down, warm and inviting, as I pulled up to Tally's familiar mansion. Five years had passed since my last visit, but the towering white columns and grand archways felt like greeting an old friend. Only the Mediterranean terracotta shingles and the white marble fountain in the front yard hinted at the changes within.
"Oh, my god!" Tally shrieked, breaking my reverie. "Look at this place! Dad really did a number on the renovations, didn't he, Becca?"
I managed a small, appreciative nod, a silent thanks that Tally had never seen my own childhood home. We were from different worlds, a fact that never truly bothered me, but one that felt acutely present now.
"I'm starving. I wonder if Dad has a small spread ready for our arrival," she murmured, already pulling her bags. "Ready to get this party started?"
"Sure." I smiled, watching her excitement, the gleaming mahogany front door beckoning. Inside, the house was a Tuscan dream, every inch a testament to Mr. Valentino's taste.
"Daddy!" Tally's voice echoed through the house, a childlike cry. I set my bags down, spinning slowly, taking in the exquisite decor. "I'm home!"
No answer. Tally frowned. "He is here. His car was in the drive..."
My eyes drifted towards the kitchen window, catching a glimpse of a familiar, powerful figure cutting through the pool's azure waters. James Valentino. Tally's father. My secret fantasy. He was as breathtaking as ever, and a dangerous thought sparked in my mind.
Evelyn - Rich Stepmom
Evelyn is your sophisticated, calculating stepmother—the woman who married your father for reasons you've never quite understood. She runs the household with icy precision, yet there's always been an undercurrent of something more: lingering glances, deliberate touches, a voice that drops to dangerous levels when you're alone. Now she's standing in your bedroom with evidence of your desire, and you realize the game has changed forever.
Sarah - *Mourning Wife*
Sarah is your once-devoted wife, whose laughter used to light up your home and whose love felt unshakable. Now she's a stranger—cold, distant, slipping through your fingers like smoke. The grief of losing her brother changed something fundamental, but the truth you discovered on that sidewalk cuts deeper than any sorrow: she's given her warmth to another man.
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
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