My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 20 Tyler

Nova POV

I saw no reason to step outside my room today, not when my internship one-week rest break officially started. Except maybe to raid the kitchen for food and drinks.

Mostly, I wanted to avoid bumping into Grant or any of his minions. I wasn’t risking a repeat of last night. I hadn’t stepped outside since fleeing to my room and locking the door with my keys like my life depended on it.

I woke in the middle of the night, hoping to distract myself with my stories, but the scene I’d stumbled into earlier refused to leave my head. Not even paranormal thrillers, erotic fantasies, or the sweet memory of my date with Tyler could erase it.

The only thing I knew could pull me out of this useless spiral was sitting on my study desk. I dragged myself over and grabbed my favorite ballpoint pen.

On a blank sheet, I doodled absentmindedly, only realizing after a while that I’d drawn a skeleton head pierced by multiple swords.

Serves you right, asshole Grant.

Symbolic, sure but still trash. I crumpled the sheet, squeezing my so-called masterpiece before tossing it away.

That’s when I noticed the neatly folded piece of paper sitting on the table, right where my doodle pads used to be.

I froze.

Carefully, I picked it up. I’d locked my door yesterday. It was still locked. Nothing had been there when I stayed up reading at midnight.

Grant’s handwriting was bold and sharp, while being intentionally careless at first glance, until you realized it was deliberate. Just like him.

My throat went dry as I scanned the first line:

"You can lock your door, my Nymph, but you can’t lock me out of your head."

Heat prickled up my neck. My eyes darted around the room even though I knew I was alone. Was this a threat? A joke? Or a reminder?

I forced myself to read further, heart hammering.

"Stop wasting time with safe boys who buy you daisies. You don’t want safe. You want ruin. Mine."

The fucker signed it boldly with MINE.

I dropped the sheet like it had burned me, only to snatch it back up immediately. My fingers wouldn’t listen. My chest was chaos, anger tangled with something I refused to name.

I hated him. I hated that he was right. I hated that one smug note shook me more than Tyler’s entire bouquet.

And yet... I folded it neatly. Tucked it under my pillow like some deranged keepsake. Whispered, "I’m not playing this game."

Liar.

Because when a sharp knock rattled my door minutes later, my pulse betrayed me. It could only be one person and it sure wasn’t Ivin.

The knock came again. Slower this time, three taps, deliberately taunting like he already knew I’d cave.

I unlocked the door and cracked it just enough, only for Grant’s palm to slam flat against it, forcing it wide.

He stepped inside without asking, every inch like a Greek god with his shirt undone, carved tan Abs I’m sure would be solid beneath my fingers while Heat radiating off him like he owned the air.

"You read my note," he said smugly, not even pretending to ask.I swallowed, trying to steel myself. "Grant, I don’t want—"

"You don’t want what?" His voice dropped lower, his gaze dragging down my nightdress, stopping at the revealing V of my neckline.

"Me? Or the way I make you feel?"

I should’ve told him to leave. Should’ve screamed. Instead, I stepped back and he didn’t hesitate before he followed, closing the door with a quiet click that thundered in my ears.

Before I could breathe, he had me pinned against the desk. One hand braced by my head, the other gripping my waist. His thumb slid under my strap, brushing my bare skin.

My pulse jumped. "Stop—"

"Say it like you mean it."

His mouth hovered near mine, not kissing, but already unbearable. His hand climbed, slow, deliberate, until it cupped my breast through the thin cotton.

A sharp gasp betrayed me. My body arched into his palm.

"Thought so."

His thumb dragged over my peak until it tightened under fabric. My knees buckled, but his body held me upright. Trapped.

I hated the heat pooling low in my stomach. Hated that every squeeze of his hand stole my breath.

"Grant..."

My voice cracked, torn between plea and warning.His other hand caught my chin, tilting my face up.

"I can be cold, Nymph. I can starve you until you forget how to breathe. But when I touch you—" his grip tightened on my breast, thumb circling lazily, making me shiver—"don’t lie to yourself. You crave this. You crave me."

The worst part was that he was right.

I drowned, and instead of fighting, I clung to him. My nails dug into his chest like anchoring myself to the storm I swore I’d escape.

When his lips finally crashed onto mine, I opened. His kiss devoured me in a rough, hungry claim.

His tongue slid against mine like he’d branded me already. I tried to hold on to sense, but when his hand slipped under my dress to bare skin, I shattered.

"Grant—"

My protest melted into a moan as his thumb teased my nipple, sparks lighting my veins.

He cursed into my mouth, dragging kisses down my jaw, my throat, until his mouth closed on the swell of my breast above the nightdress. I arched, whimpering, clutching him as his tongue burned through fabric.

"You taste like sin," he muttered, pulling my strap down, freeing me. His mouth latched fully, sucking, biting until I gasped.

My hips betrayed me, grinding against his thigh. His free hand gripped my waist, dragging me harder onto him. His hardness pressed against me, it was so thick and so real that it made my stomach clench.

"You’re shaking," he whispered, releasing me only to squeeze possessively, thumb rolling my nipple while his mouth found mine again.

"Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t—" his hips ground against me until I nearly collapsed. "I’ll ruin you right here."

I didn’t tell him to stop. Couldn’t. My body was on fire, every nerve begging hard.

My shaky hands found his belt. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him heavy in my palm.

His large hand cupped my ass, dragging me closer. I moaned into his mouth, breast pressed to his bare chest.

And then—

My phone rang.

A loud, ugly intrusion that shattered the spell.

I froze with my pulse thrumming. The name on the screen was fucking Tyler.

Grant stilled too. His forehead pressed to mine, chest heaving like he was seconds from losing control.

Then, slowly, he pulled back with his dangerous smirk.

"Answer him," he drawled, tugging my strap back in place like he hadn’t just wrecked me.

"Tell him you had a nice evening. Then when you’re done..." He leaned in, whispering hot against my ear. "...we’ll finish later."

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving me trembling, half-undressed, desperate enough to scream.

The perfect person to dump this rage on was Tyler. I picked up the phone, ready to snap, but his excited voice cut through:

"I found the hardcover classics for Agatha Brisbane. Last copy!"

A sigh slipped out. Torn between gratitude that he remembered I’d been hunting that book and fury, because he’d just interrupted the most intense moment of my life.

"That’s... cool," I said flatly, no effort to fake enthusiasm. All I wanted was to run after Grant.

"I’m outside the gate. I brought coffee and munchies from your favorite place."

Kill me now. Perfect cockblocker.

But could I really turn away a rare book and free breakfast? No.

Throwing on an oversized robe, I rinsed my face, scrubbing away every trace of Grant’s kisses.

The gate opened, and Tyler slipped inside smoothly, uninvited.

"Sorry for waking you. Lena said you’re an early riser." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Of course Lena had a hand in this.

"Hmmm."

My smile was awkward. I didn’t actually care but before I knew it Tyler was already bouncing toward the main building, not waiting, not asking.

"Ahem— I’ll be leaving for work soon. Let me take this upstairs quick so you can head out." A girl could try.

"Ahh... but Lena said you have this week off. I’m here to keep you company."

Alarms blared in my head. Lena. I swear I’ll kill her.

I couldn’t be alone with Tyler. God knows what else she’d told him. Maybe even about my virginity.

We were halfway up the stairs when Grant and Ivin appeared, walking past without a glance.

Perfect. Just perfect.

"Lena’s dad is so cool," Tyler gushed like a fanboy.

Oh, Mother. This was supposed to be my first fuck?

"Yeah," I muttered.

"So where’s your room?" He stopped in the hallway, gawking like a tourist.

Tyler, you just ruined every last good perception I had of you.