My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 74 Warning

GRANT POV

I quickened my step as soon as I heard Bianca’s annoying smug voice, everything in me screamed to hasten up.

Wait. Did I just hear this bitch ask my girlfriends why she’s guarded my men? Her so-called husband’s men? Hell would freeze before I allowed that slide.

"Ex-husband, you mean?" I announced the corrected version of her feeble statement. And in the same breath, her irritating voice retorted snarkily.

"Oh, if that’s what you use to deceive girls like—"

"It will be better if you watch your words, Bianca."

This bitch was still as venomous as she was ten years ago. I keep saying it to anyone who cares to listen,Bianca is the one mistake I’ve ever made in my entire goddamn life.

She ruins everything she touches, poisons every room she steps into with her smug righteousness, and I can already feel her chaos crawling into this one. Before she complicates things, I need to set the boundaries straight.

"But if I don’t, what would you do?" she sneered. "Kill me like you killed my parents so you could buy their companies?"

Fuck.

The air thickens instantly. Lena’s face goes white as a sheet, eyes wide and trembling. Nova looks like she’d rather burn in hell than be trapped in this room with us. And I can’t even blame her. Whoever the hell allowed Bianca in here is getting reassigned. Permanently.

"Lies," I growled, my voice low enough to rattle the glass vase by the bed. "You know that, you bitch."

"It’s the truth, son of a bitch," she spat, stepping into my space like she thought she could take me. "Keep enjoying your freedom till I have all my evidence."

She squared up to me in all five foot six of delusion and Botox staring up at me like she wanted a fight.

I looked at her properly. The woman I once called my wife. Her face was a map of expensive denial, it was stretched tight with fillers, frozen with all the vanity money could buy. The lines she couldn’t erase still cut through her cheeks, telling the truth she’d tried to bury.

"That’ll be a cold day in hell," I said quietly, leaning closer till my breath ghosted her ear. "And you know that too."

"I will fuck you up, Grant Calloway. Mark my words."

She shoved my chest, hard enough to make me take half a step back.

"The only fucking you’ll do," I shot back, my voice sharp as broken glass, "is for your sugar daddies, the fat, ugly bastards you spread your legs for."

"Dad!"

The word ripped through the air.

Oh shit.

Lena’s voice cracked, her whole body trembling and that hit me harder than any punch could. Her eyes filled instantly, her body trembling as she scrambled for her walker, tears streaking her cheeks. She half-dashed, half-crawled toward the door like she couldn’t get away fast enough.

"Lena—"

But she was already gone.

"See what your crazy ass caused?" I barked, running a hand down my face. My pulse was still pounding, the anger still hot, but the guilt was eating me now.

Bianca just smiled the fucker smiled smugly like she’d won something.

Rather than running after her daughter, rather than doing what a mother should, she stood there looking smug, arms folded, proud of the emotional wreckage she’d caused.

She gave a light shrug, that same old one that used to drive me insane when we were married, and walked to the door. Just before leaving, she turned back and did that ridiculous "I’m watching you" gesture with two fingers pointed at her eyes.

Pathetic.

The door clicked shut.

The silence that followed wasn’t peace. It was heavy, loud, thick with things unsaid. I finally shifted my gaze to Nova.

"You can go out after your family," Nova said, her voice sharp but shaking. She sounded tired of all the chaos that seemed to follow me.

She’d shifted on the bed, lying on her side, facing the opposite wall. Her shoulders were stiff, her tone colder than I’d ever heard it.

"Close the door on your way out," she added, "and take your men with you."

Like hell I would.

I took a deep breath looking at her from the curve of her back beneath the hospital sheets, the way her hand gripped the edge of the blanket like she was holding on to her patience by a thread.

She didn’t even glance at me.

For a second, I almost said something soft. Something that would have calmed the storm in her eyes. But softness doesn’t work with me or with my life.

So instead, I took a slow breath, stepped closer to the bed, and said quietly, "I’m not leaving you alone with whatever snake tricks Bianca has up her sleeve."

No answer.

Nova lay still, pretending to sleep. But I caught the small clench of her jaw. My words had hit her and she heard me.

My mind went back to the phone call that dragged me away, leaving her here with my useless guards.

One of my company’s top cloud systems had been hacked. Personal data leaked like blood from a wound, and our stocks were crashing. I thought my team was overreacting until I saw the mess myself.

Only one man would dare pull something like that. Nova might believe he was innocent, but I knew better. He was hiding, waiting and perfectly covering his tracks.

Once I’d gotten the situation under control and handed it off to my assistant, I drove straight back to the hospital. That’s when Ivan called that Nova had given permission for Bianca and Lena to come into her room to visit her.

I’d shouted on the phone, furious, but they were already inside. Knowing Nova, she probably let them in herself. Throwing them out now would’ve started a war.

When I walked in, Bianca looked smug like she’d just won something. I could tell she was about to say things she shouldn’t. She didn’t know everything, but I’m certain she knew enough.

My men should’ve stopped her at the door. But I didn’t care what Bianca thought, as long as Lena stayed clueless. And it’s not because I care about Lena’s feelings that much but because Nova deserved her privacy. I loved her enough to protect that.

Now I just needed to make her understand things from my side.

"Nova."

Nothing. Her eyes stayed shut, but I could see she was awake.

"Nova, I brought you some—"

"Shove it up your ugly ass."

A reluctant smile tugged at my lips. There it was, the same fire I fell for.

"But you and I both know my ass isn’t ugly." I leaned close, my voice a husky whisper against her ear. She shivered, trying to keep up the act, her chest rising a little faster.

"You know what else isn’t ugly?"

Still no answer. My hand slid under her hospital gown, flipping it up in one quick move. She gasped, her skin flushing red.

"Someone could walk in, Grant. We shouldn’t do this here."

I nodded, but didn’t stop. My fingers traced lazy paths up her thighs, moving higher until they found her heat.

"Grant," she half-moaned, half-begged, her legs opening wider on their own.

I grinned, triumphant, as my fingers brushed the small tattoo between her thighs, the one that marked her as mine.

Yeah, I’m selfish but I honestly don’t care.

My other hand joined in, my fingers started teasing her until she was soaked and trembling. Even in that plain hospital gown, she was stunning and every breath, every sound, every twist of her body drove me insane.

"More," she breathed.

I gave her what she wanted, sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right.

"Look at me when you ask for more, nymph." My voice came out rough, low and hoarse from pleasure.

She hooked her legs around me, opening herself completely.

"Grant—babe—oh—more."

Her moans filled the room, my pace faster, deeper, her body shaking with every thrust of my hand.

"Faster... yes... just like that..."

I added another finger, then another, stretching her tight around me. She clenched hard, body arching, moans turning to broken cries.

"Grant... oh my... yes... yes—"

Her climax hit like a storm, walls tightening around me as she came undone. I watched her tremble, caught between pain and pleasure, and felt my control snap.

I brought my fingers to my lips, tasting her. Nothing in the world compared to her delicious taste and I’m not exaggerating.

Our eyes met with hers still dazed and heavy with need.

"You want me to fuck you that badly?" I murmured.

"More," she whispered. "I want more."

A smirk tugged at my mouth. "Someone could walk in, Nova. We shouldn’t do this here," I said, throwing her words back at her. I pulled the gown down, covering her again.

"Now, where were we?"

She huffed, turning her back to me and wrapping herself tight in the blanket.

Fine. She could play cold all she wanted. But next time I touched her, I’d make sure she remembered exactly who she belonged to.