Madrid With Dad's Best Friend: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance
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CONTENTS
Madrid with Dad’s Best Friend
NEWSLETTER
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
Collaborations
About the Author
MADRID WITH DAD’S BEST FRIEND
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 215
FLORA FERRARI
Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
MADRID WITH DAD’S BEST FRIEND
I’m walking down the street when I see her. A perfect ten body, all curves in all the right places.
It’s not often a woman has this kind of effect on me. I’ve been single a long time, and that’s how I like it, keeping my focus on work, keeping my business running.
But, damn. This girl, with her long blonde hair swinging straight over her shoulders, her pretty face hidden behind huge sunglasses – I can’t help but stare.
But I stop in my tracks.
Not because she calls out my name.
But because I recognize her too. She’s older than I remember, her full figure mouthwateringly fine. In the time since I last saw her, she’s grown into a woman.
But it’s her, alright. Lily. The daughter of my best friend from when I lived in the States before I came back home to run the family business.
And even knowing who she is, I can’t deny the flash of heat I feel when I take her in.
I want her. And she will be mine.
But there might be a problem.
I only have one week before she flies back home to her father, my old best friend.
*Madrid with Dad’s Best Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER ONE
Enrique
I walk out of the hotel and glance around, shading my eyes against the midday sun before I slip my sunglasses on. It’s been a fantastic morning landing a big new deal, and I’m riding the high. I’ve decided to take the afternoon off, and after getting a bite to eat, I’ll head home to relax until tonight’s dinner meeting.
It’s a beautiful day. Madrid has always been my home, but even so, I can appreciate the moments of beauty in its streets, the sun shining from glass windows in modern structures, the crumbling old architecture of the old city, the quaint streets. I slip down a side road away from the main shopping streets and wander a route I know well, heading towards some lesser-known hidden gems of my city where I know I can get a delicious lunch without it being too busy.
It’s as I’m turning down the right street that I see her. A perfect ten body, all curves in all the right places, a large chest, and a voluptuous ass to match. From behind at first, she catches my attention, that ass concealed below a white tennis dress that clings to her, shining bright in the sunlight. She turns around and I get a full look at her, slowing my steps I pretend to glance at the menu of the first place next to me so I can watch her through my sunglasses.
It’s not often a woman has this kind of effect on me. I’ve been single a long time, and that’s how I like it, keeping my focus on work, keeping my business running. But, damn. This girl, with her long blonde hair swinging straight over her shoulders, her pretty face hidden behind huge sunglasses – I can’t help but stop and stare. I just hope I’m not being too obvious.
As I watch her, I realize that she must be lost. She keeps glancing down at her phone, likely checking a map, and turning in a circle. I think about helping her out, getting my hands on that round ass through a series of improbable but lucky encounters across the city. Like we’re starring in our own rom-com.
I can’t help it. I step forward, calling out to her.
“Excuse me, señorita?” I ask. I take a guess that she probably speaks English, judging by the American brands she’s wearing and her confusion. “You need help? You look a little lost.”
She sees me and pulls down her sunglasses, her face full of surprise. “Are… are you Enrique?”
I stop in my tracks. Not because she knows my name, and that might be strange. But because it isn’t weird at all. At the same moment, I recognize her too. She’s older than I remember, and her full figure mouthwateringly womanly. In the time since I last saw her, she’s grown into a woman.
But it’s her, alright. Lily. The daughter of my best friend from when I lived in the States before I came back home to run the family business.
And even knowing who she is, I can’t deny the flash of heat I feel when I see her face, put together the whole picture.
I want her. I want to make her mine.
And that might be a problem.
CHAPTER TWO
Lily
I can’t believe what I’m seeing in front of me. At first, I thought that recognizing his voice might be wishful thinking, but then I saw his face. And I knew. He’s the same man that I remember from years ago, when I was just a young teenager, waving goodbye with my Dad at his going away party.
I remember having a crush on him even back then – I thought of him as Daddy’s handsome friend. But the years don’t seem to have aged him at all.
“Are… are you Enrique?” I ask because it’s just too strange. It can’t possibly be him, can it?
“… Lily?” His response is all the confirmation I need. His jaw hangs open for a moment, and I can sense that he’s just as shocked by our chance meeting as I am.
“I can’t believe it’s you,” I breathe, taking him in. He’s dressed in a black suit and white shirt with a dark blue tie, relaxed a little at the collar, his top button undone. Like he’s just coming from work or something. The suit clings to his tall frame and easily illustrates the muscles in his arms and legs that are hidden under the fabric. He looks fit and healthy, and almost as young as he did the last time I saw him.
But that can’t be right – if I remember correctly, he’s around the same age as my Dad. Even if he
’s a little younger, he has to be at least forty. But he looks amazing – his skin is tanned and only lightly lined around his eyes, and his whole body has that sculpted look of a man who takes good care of himself and exercises regularly.
“What are the chances?” Enrique says, chuckling. “A city of so many people, and here we both are. It’s been so long.” He steps forward, placing his hands on either side of my shoulders, and places the customary European air kisses to both sides of my face. I can only freeze and wait for him to finish – not only am I still a bit awkward with this display of affection, but the fact that it’s Enrique has shivers running through me.
Over his shoulder, I catch a glimpse of a couple of girls staring openly and enviously at me, no doubt wishing that they knew the hottie in the suit instead. I can’t stop the flush in my cheeks as he pulls back, taking the masculine smell of his aftershave with him.
Was he really this hot when I was younger or has he gotten even better with age? I don’t know anymore, especially not as he takes off his sunglasses and grins down at me, flashing pearly white teeth. “Are you lost, then?” he asks. “I can be an excellent tour guide.”
I feel my heart flip inside my chest. Enrique, my own personal tour guide? Yes, please. I picture a series of awkward but funny mishaps leading him to come to my hotel room to change out of ruined clothes, maybe even to use my shower. And then he’d find that he’s missing a big enough towel and hop out with just a hand towel to cover himself, water still dripping from his dark curls and …
“What do you think?” Enrique asks, giving me a slightly odd look, and I realize that he’s still waiting for an answer.
“Oh! Right. That sounds great,” I rush out, heat flooding my cheeks even more. I must look like a complete weirdo, spacing out like that right in the middle of a conversation. “I was actually looking for somewhere in particular, but I don’t have to be there for a couple of hours – I just wanted to find it early.”
“How about lunch, then?” Enrique asks. “I was just in the area to get a bite to eat myself. My treat?”
How could I ever possibly turn that offer down? Why would I want to? “That sounds great,” I say, beaming, and gesture for him to lead the way.
CHAPTER THREE
Enrique
The little café I was heading for is only a little further down the street, and we find it easily with plenty of tables to spare.
“It’s quiet here,” Lily says, glancing around. I wonder if she thinks that means this isn’t a good place I’ve brought her to. She is soon going to find out how wrong she is about that.
“It’s a local secret,” I tell her with a smile. The menu is on the table waiting for us, but I spin it towards her. I don’t need to see it. I come here often enough that I know exactly what I want.
And it’s right in front of me. But I’m sure about the food, too.
“What are you doing today?” Lily asks, settling into her chair and picking up the menu.
I laugh. “Isn’t it supposed to be me asking you that?” I say. “After all, you’re the one who’s in my city unexpectedly.”
“You’re right about that,” Lily says, looking sheepish. I notice she has a predilection for going off into a world of her own. It doesn’t make her seem rude or stupid – just that she’s a dreamer. “I’m here for a work placement. I have to get some experience for my final year of college studies, so they give us a bit of time during the semester to get everything planned.”
“Work placement?” I raise my eyebrows, feeling a flash of excitement. Does that mean she’ll be around for a while now? “What does that entail?”
“Doing a few months of work with a hotel chain over the summer – or at least, I will be, if I can nail the interview,” Lily shrugs. I realize she must be wearing this cute little tennis dress to look more professional. It’s not a suit, but it does make her look approachable and also professional like she could be meeting with a member of the city’s elite. “I meet with them today, and then if they want to see me again, I’ll have another interview before the end of the week. After that, I’m flying back home again. The placement doesn’t factor into our final grade so much, but it gives us the experience to put on our resumes as soon as we’re officially graduated.”
My heart sinks a little. So, she’s only here for a matter of days – although the prospect of seeing her again in the summer is a good one. I just feel such a strong attraction to her already, and I wonder if I can wait that long.
“Your major is something to do with hotels?” I ask, signaling over the waiter. I quickly order a salad and a cappuccino, and Lily haltingly tells him in Spanish that she would like lo mismo - the same.
“Yes, international hotel management,” Lily says. I watch her expression closely. Does she know? But as far as I can tell, there’s no sign. She must have forgotten, or perhaps her father never told her.
That’s interesting.
“So, one day you might be living here in Madrid full time,” I say, giving her a slightly teasing smile.
Lily blushes slightly. “I’m surprised Dad didn’t say anything about you still living here,” she says. “Or tell you I was coming. Wait – he didn’t tell you, did he?”
I shake my head, thanking the waiter as he drops off our drinks. “I can’t believe it either. He didn’t say a thing. It’s total luck that we ran into each other out here. I even have the afternoon off, when normally I would be working. In that case, I might have eaten lunch in the office, not coming out at all, and we would have totally missed each other.”
“Will you mind, then?” Lily asks. “Showing me where to find the hotel, after we eat. I really don’t want to miss my interview.”
I incline my head. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you exactly to where you need to go,” I tell her.
The food arrives, putting a quick interruption to our conversation. Everything here is served completely fresh, gathered from the farm markets first thing this morning, and you can taste the organic quality in every bite.
As we eat, I sneak a glance up at Lily every now and then. She rolls her eyes at the first bite, obviously completely happy with what she tastes. I can barely take my eyes off her. I wouldn’t if it didn’t seem rude to stare. She enjoys the food with a kind of free pleasure that is so captivating to watch.
“This is so good,” she tells me, interrupting my reverie and making me feel guilty for watching her like that.
“It’s one of the best places to eat in Madrid, I guarantee you that,” I smile. “The people at Michelin will never know about it and that’s how it should be. This place is a secret, and one of the best.”
A couple of the tables have filled up near us, though the place still has room, and yet they’re able to stay open easily, because of their simple food with low-cost ingredients and that focus on quality which ensures the locals come back time and again. I even looked into buying the place once, but it didn’t seem right. It’s a family business, and that’s how it should remain.
“I love finding little city secrets,” Lily says, her eyes bright. “It makes me begin to feel like a local.”
“Secrets can be very enticing, don’t you think?” I ask, testing the waters a little. “Especially when shared only between two.”
I want her to be my secret. It would be difficult to tell her father, but I imagine the two of us together, sneaking around the city with no one else knowing, and it sets my blood on fire. I shift and drop a napkin in my lap, covering anything that might look awkward when the server passes by. My body is calling out to hers, wanting her under me.
I just need to find out whether hers will respond.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lily
At first, I can only stare at Enrique, my heart pounding in my chest. What does he mean by saying something like that? Surely he can’t be… flirting with me?
No, I’m sure he only sees me as a kid still. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m enjoying his company, enjoying it a lot. He doesn
’t seem so old and stuffy like the other guys my Dad hangs out with. And his incredibly hot accent definitely helps, even the way he says my name.
He might not really have any interest in me, his old friend’s daughter – but that doesn’t stop me at all from fantasizing. I just wish I didn’t have to leave. I check my phone for the time and yelp. It’s later than I thought.
“Oh, gosh,” I exclaim. “I should get going. Do you know how far away the hotel is?”
Enrique nods easily. “It’s just a short walk. I will get the bill. You should prepare yourself a little. Make sure that you are ready for the interview.”
I take his advice and excuse myself to the bathroom, where I check myself over in the mirror and try to give myself a mental pep talk. At the last minute, I check my teeth and gasp in relief. There’s a bit of salad leaf stuck in the gap between my middle teeth, how embarrassing that would have been if I’d never noticed it.
At last, I emerge to find Enrique standing outside waiting for me, his sunglasses back on as he seems to bask in the sun. Even this early in the year, a couple of months before I break for summer, it seems warmer than I expected.
“Are you ready?” he asks, seeing me emerge. His eyes rake up and down my body, and I can almost feel them like a physical touch. “You look fantastic.”
“Thank you,” I say, swallowing back my growing nerves under his praise. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
The walk to the hotel really is short. I wasn’t far off at all with my map, although I don’t doubt it would have taken me much longer to find it on my own. Just at the door to the hotel, I hesitate, thinking about what I might turn and say to him by way of farewell. It doesn’t seem fair that we have to part ways so soon.
“By the way,” Enrique says suddenly, cutting across my desperate search for words. “What are you doing after your interview?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I only thought this far ahead. I couldn’t focus on anything else. I guess I’ll get some dinner somewhere and then go back to the hotel where I’m staying for the rest of this week.”