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In love with my best friend father

"Sandra, why did you wear that slutty clothes to the nightclub?" He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes. "You are a naughty girl," he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears. "That's for showing what's mine out!" Prof Tyler murmured before his right hand moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard. "Argggggh," Sandra screamed. "You get treated like a slut if you act like one," Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass. "I'm... so... sorry.. daddy," Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words, Tyler's eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously. "This is mine," He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. "And I don't want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!" He snapped * Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall?
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Chapter 1

Sandra Pov

I dressed up as I was ready to go to my best friend's house. I am not going there at all because I miss her, but so that I get to see her father. "Sister, I am going to visit Hannah", I shouted on top of my voice so that she can hear.

"You don't need to shout; I am right here", she came out with a novel in her hand.

"I did not know, anyway, don't miss me" I smiled as I nudged her shoulder.

"You are only going there so that you can see Tyler", she teased.

My sister is the one person I never hide anything from. I told her about the crush I had on Tyler, who happened to be Hannah's dad. She always disapproves of telling me how inappropriate it is because of the age gap, but I was not going to give up. I know I can never tell him about my feelings because he will only take me as a daughter and that will devastate me. I dream of him every night.

"Hey, let your mind wander back" she brought me back to reality.

"Don't wait for me if I come in late"

"Have you told Hannah about the feelings you had for her dad?" she queried.

"I can't, she will never talk to me again, and I will never have an excuse to see her father again", I replied.

"More reasons you have to give up. It's going to ruin you guys' friendship", she said.

"I am ready for whatever happens as long as he wants me too," I replied.

"Okay, just stay safe" she told me, and I waved at her as I left the house.

I happily ordered a ride as I got outside as the image of Tyler flashed through, the one I saw him wearing a boxer and I smiled, hoping to see him in his boxers again today.

The ride to his house was splendid. I had made up my mind that I was going to tell him how I feel about him on my 18th birthday. He won't see me as a minor again. I rang the doorbell of the house and Hannah came to open for me. "Hey bestie, you didn't tell me you were coming", she said.

If only you knew I wasn't here for you but your father, I said inside my head, "You know my birthday is coming up, and I have come here to plan it with you", I replied instead.

"You are right," she led me into the house. I looked around and I couldn't see her father.

"Are you the only one at home?" I asked, hoping I was wrong.

"My father went for exercise". She came with a bottle of juice and passed it to me.

"I see" feeling down a little

"That gives us plenty of time to plan your birthday. Are you still planning on doing it here?" I have begged her to tell her dad to let me use their house.

"Did your father agree?" I became alerted.

"Yes, he couldn't say no to my puppy's eyes" she said with so much excitement and I couldn't help but to join her.

"I look forward to my birthday, it will be so much fun" I jump up with so much joy.

At that moment, the door to the entrance opened and her father entered. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was sweaty, and his muscles were popping. He stops dead in his tract and sniffs the air. He does that around me very well and then his eyes landed on me. "You are here Sandra."

Opportunity come but once, I hurriedly went to hug him. "Thanks for allowing me to use your house for my party:" I squeezed him more tightly.

He seems taken aback but manages to free him. "No problem, you are also my daughter."

The words hurt me so much that tears threatened to fall. I came up with a silly excuse to leave there that instance: "I have forgotten I promised my sister to help run some errands."

"But you just got here", Hannah whined.

"I will be back" I said. I looked up at Tyler and I could see that he looked hurt too, but I didn't care as I left the house. I went straight home. I let the tears flow as I entered my room and crawled up on the bed.

The day of my birthday finally arrived. I have tried as much to avoid him since I will open up to him on my birthday. I had already told my sister that I was going to confess my feelings today. She tried to talk me out of it, but I didn't listen. I dressed up in my beautiful gown and even tried makeup for the first time. I went over to their house to get there before my other guests since it was my party.

Hannah welcomed me with a gift in her hand. "You shouldn't have" I said as I collected it from her. "Using your house is the best gift", I hugged her.

Music was blasting in the house as I smiled as I looked around the house in search of her father, but he wasn't there. Guests soon start storming in. I know they are here because of the free food and drink and not because they came to celebrate with me.

In the evening, her father came back from wherever he had gone to, and my stomach somersaulted at the sight of him. He was wearing an Armani suit which made him look more handsome. Our eyes met and he smiled at me. That was the first time I had ever seen him do that. He always carries a serious expression every time I see him if he is always sniffing the air.

"Happy birthday" everybody that passes me by says to me and I thank them politely.

I was on my way to search for Hannah's father when I heard a moan coming out of a room, out of curiosity to see who could be doing such in someone else's house. I wish I never did, because right in front of me is my crush and my sister suckling each other's faces out.

"Riley" I shouted.

They separated from each other. She looks shocked, while Tyler, on the other hand, looks sad. He shouldn't be sad. I am the one that caught them. "How could you?" I cried.

"Sandra, I can explain" she adjusted her clothes and started coming after me, but I didn't wait as I stormed out of the party.

Hannah caught up with me. "Why did you leave your party like that?" she said, holding her chest as she inhaled and exhaled.

"No, it was a lovely party, but I am just tired and need to go home", I replied her

"Are you sure you are okay? What happened there?" she inquired.

"Nothing happened", I half yelled "I need to go now". I ran off and this time she didn't follow me.

I didn't leave my room for three days because I wasn't ready to talk to her. She didn't even try to talk to me, meaning she must have done what she did on purpose. She doesn't care about me, she was only concerned about herself and wanting my man for herself. I picked a school that is in the same state as my cousin and also far away from here. I was ready to leave everything behind. He would forever see me as a daughter and I don't want to. I packed up my bag the last day, left my sister a note before going to Hannah's house. I owe her an apology and I wanted to see Tyler for the last time before going away.

Luckily, I met Hannah outside her house. She was reading a book in their pouch, "Hannah". I made my presence known to her.

"Sandra, are you going out, what's with the bag?" she drops the book in her hand as she comes to greet me.

"I am traveling, and I am not sure if I am ever coming back here", I told her truthfully.

"You can't do that. I thought you said you would be going to university here with me", she said with sadness that I felt my heart knotted in guilt.

"I changed my mind and I have to go now if I do not want to miss my flight"

"Okay, but promise to call me everything" she commands.

"I promise". I know it was a lie. I will never call, I am leaving everything behind, including her.

My heart saddens as I didn't get to see her father for the last time. I hugged her for the very last time. I am going to miss her. She has been nothing but a wonderful best friend to me. I got into my car and I said goodbye to everything forever, especially to my sister who betrayed me. I will never forgive her.

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