My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 37

Lance dove to his bed, still feeling Andrea on every part of his body especially his lips.

Yes, they did not do anything beyond make out but dang, they just kissed, and it was the best he ever had.

Normally, Lance would confide with Simon about this kind of things, but this was different. Because Andrea was Simon's daughter. Andrea was his best friend's daughter.

"Argh," he groaned to his pillow.

He just blew everything!

Everything!

He got up and made his way to his bathroom to retrieve some sleeping pills. He knew that he will not be able to sleep if he didn't drink some.

He woke up from a very vivid replay of the night before.

"God," he groaned as his eyes caught sight of his clock and quickly made his way to his bathroom.

"I'm damned," he shouted as cold water sprayed over his head, relieving himself the erection he got from his dream.

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"Hey, Andrea," Rosa said, dragging her out of daze.

"Yeah?" she asked, whirling her chair so that she will be able to face Rosa.

"Is there something wrong?" Rosa asked with visible concern.

Andrea shook her head and smiled, "There's nothing wrong, how could you think such a thing?"

Rosa grinned smugly, "Then I guess something good happened, dare to share?" she asked as she got in Andrea's cubicle and stood against the wall where Diane's head was popping out, looking like a floating severed head.

"Huh?" was all Andrea could say with a confused look.