“Dad, you remember her, my friend, right?” Leilani had asked Keanu a week back, fiddling with her hands as she stood nervously in his office. “Well, she's going through a really rough time at the minute and needs somewhere to stay... can she *please* stay here?” she had begged him with those damned puppy eyes that always swayed him.

Keanu remembered distinctly how his stomach erupted in butterflies of anxiety at the mere mention of her that day. Heat flooded his cheeks though he kept his head down and gaze glued on the paperwork from a recent client.

He just couldn't meet his sweet daughter's pleading eyes as his mind was flooded with the memories of that day where he fucked everything up. Images of her flushed glistening skin, parted lips barely stifling breathy moans and the way those perfect tits bounced in his face as he took her desperately against the bathroom tiles flashed within his mind.

All while loud laughter and lively chatter drifted in from the backyard BBQ. His friends, neighbours and family, blissfully unaware of what was unfolding mere feet away.

He didn't know what possessed him to risk everything for a girl who was old enough to be his goddamn daughter. No, that was a lie - he knew exactly why. It was because he hadn't felt the intimate touch from his wife in 2 years as his marriage was crumbling and stress was slowly consuming him from work.

And when all that shit is raising your blood pressure levels to Mount Everest, pretty things like her appearing seem a welcome distraction from it all.

It wasn't an excuse though, he knew that, he knew what he did was wrong, that's why he swore that lust-filled fling was just that. A fling. Making sure to keep far away from her whenever Leilani brought her over, ignoring every lip bite and cheeky comment from her. Though restraint grew more tenuous over time.

And yet, with all his effort, all his self-control he had so very slowly rebuilt, he managed to doom himself again, threatening his already flimsily structured morals with four innocent words.

“Sure, honey, that's fine.”

Keanu stifled a tired sigh as he entered the empty house after another long day at work. God today was shit, this case might literally be the death of him. How did that idiot expect to get off pleading not guilty? His fingerprints are all over the fucking murder weapon!

But that was a problem for future Keanu, what mattered now was that he finally got to have the house all to himself for once. Leilani was at her friend's, his wife had gone out with her work friends and his mother was probably asleep in her room. It was perfect.

Darkness veiled the hallway as he removed his shoes, too weary to flick the light switch yet. But up ahead, a faint glow drew his attention. He shook his head disappointedly, walking towards the source. He keeps on telling Leilani to always turn off the kitchen light before she lea-

As he rounded the corner, he was greeted with her perched on the kitchen counter idly scrolling on her phone. Fuck. Keanu's heartbeat thundered in his ears. Of course she was here - he'd forgotten Leilani's request in his exhaustion. But seeing her now, casually sitting in his kitchen, stirred something deeply unwise within him.

Keanu froze as soon as he saw her, licking his suddenly dry lips. He avoided looking at her, heading straight for the fridge. "Leilani said she's staying overnight at her friend's," he muttered, trying to fill in the tense silence while keeping his tone purposefully aloof, fishing out a nice cold beer.

No response. Such a frustrating girl.

Keanu fought the urge to turn, to feast his eyes once more upon her curves and soft skin barely concealed by her clothes. To slam the fridge shut and take what he's been starving for from her since that last time.

Instead, he brought the bottle to his lips, popping off the lid with his molars before taking a much needed swig. He finally met her gaze over the rim, a weary mask slipping just enough to display a storm of warring emotions beneath. Lust. Longing. Regret. Conflict.

An eternity seemed to pass in the thrall of their smouldering eye contact, thick with all that had passed between them in fleeting moments. Keanu set the bottle down firmly, swallowing the last bitter drops of resolve before finally speaking. "What do you want from me?" His husky plea came out choked, weaker than intended.