Sold to My Father's Friend

by Cara Chance

  His rare laugh. His smile.

  I cried the first two days, even though I told myself I wasn't going to, after that the emotion stopped.

  After a week of moping and feeling sorry for myself, I picked up my laptop and opened a Word document.

  I typed and typed.

  Three days later, I laughed as the words flowed freely.

  I wanted to show Jace but knew better.

  Not only had I written a story, it had morphed into something so much more.

  Truth wrapped in fiction filled the pages, and for the first time in a long time I was proud of something I had accomplished.

  The next morning, the day of my twenty-first birthday, I left my room. Walking down the staircase, I noticed a huge vase of blue flowers on the entryway table. Clitoria.

  I rushed over to them. There was no card. But, I knew they were from him.

  “Nice flowers,” my mother said as she entered the room in her white-satin robe.

  “I suppose.” I glanced at her as she looked the flowers over, searching for a card.

  She offered up a drunken induced ‘Happy Birthday’. My mother was the epitome of an alcoholic. I wasn’t even sure if she still even loved my father. Just the money to feed her addiction.

  My father entered, glancing at the flowers. “Who are those from? They were delivered this morning.”

  “I think they’re from Mr. Landon,” I stated, trying my best to hide any emotion.

  “I don’t know what you did, Angel, but you did something right,” he sneered.

  My mother raised her glass, in a mock toast, and left the room.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, spinning around to face my father.

  “I owed him a lot of money. Didn’t know how I was going to pay them back. Yet, Jace called everything off. The debt, the criminal charges, everything.”

  I blinked. “Criminal charges?”

  My father went over to the sofa and sat down. He placed his head in his hands and let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve made many mistakes, Angel.”

  “Like what?” My heart was racing as I tried to make sense of what he was saying.

  He looked up at me. “I embezzled money from Mr. Landon’s company. I should be in jail, or dead.”

  My eyes were huge as I listened. “I don’t understand.”

  “I stole money from him.”

  I closed my head and shook my head. “I can’t believe this.”

  “He dropped it all. He called a few days after he took you and cleared the debt. Then he called a week later and dropped everything. Yes, I no longer have a job. We’ll most likely lose everything, but at least I’m alive.”

  I stepped closer. Anger surged through me. “How could you?” My mind was trying to sort everything out. “You just left me there.”

  “I’m sorry, Angel.” Regret filled his eyes.

  I shook my head. “I’m your daughter. He cared more about me than you.” I spun around and left the room and grabbed my keys and purse from the mahogany credenza by the front door. I needed to see him. To ask him why he didn't tell me. I hopped into my black BMW, most likely paid for with Jace’s money, and squealed out of the driveway.

  I was disgusted with my family.

  ***

  I drove straight to Jace’s house. He wasn’t there. My phone rang and I silenced it when I saw it was my father. I didn’t have anything to say to him.

  I drove to Jace’s publishing company, rushed inside and stepped up to the receptionist’s desk. “Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Landon.”

  Her small smile and bright, blue eyes were apologetic. “I’m sorry, Mr. Landon isn’t here today.”

  Shit. I raced out of the building. Where could he be?

  I drove around, trying to remember the way to his wildflower field, hoping and praying he would be there.

  I missed him more than I wanted to admit.

  When I pulled into the empty field, tears fell as realization that he wasn’t there set in. Stepping out of the car, I walked over to the rock where we sat the day he’d brought me here.

  It was still early, and Chicago was alive with energy as I stared across the bay.

  The wind picked up and I wrapped my arms around myself, picturing Jace’s eyes when he smiled.

  “Angel, what are you doing here?” Jace’s deep voice startled me.

  I turned to him. He was breathtaking. Faint dark shadows under his eyes marred the perfection of his face. “Looking for you.”

  He sat down next to me and his breathing was ragged. His normally stoic demeanor softened as he ran a finger across my cheek. “Why?”

  A tear slipped from my eye and raced towards his finger. “I miss you,” I said before turning to him.

  His lips crashed into mine. I broke the kiss. “I’m so sorry about everything my father did.”

  “Shh, it isn’t anything for you to be sorry for,” he said as he covered my face with soft kisses. “You didn’t know.”

  “You shouldn’t have paid off his debt. He should pay for his crimes.”

  He clasped his hands on either side of my face and dropped his forehead to mine. “No, you may be mad, but I would never destroy your family like that.”

  I didn't want to think about my father right now. The time would come when he had to reconcile his actions. For now, I wanted to focus on this moment with Jace. “I wrote a book.” I hid may face, nervous of his reaction.

  He smiled. “That’s amazing, Angel. I can’t wait to read it. And one day, publish it.”

  I smiled, my face blushing with his acceptance. “Oh yeah? And what would your big plan be for the author?”

  “Oh, believe me, I have a few ideas.”

  “I don’t doubt your mind is a wicked place. I’m sure you have tons of ideas.”

  “I have an idea right now,” he said, smiling as he rose from the rock.

  He grabbed my hand and led me to our cars in the field.

  “I’ll follow you in my car,” I said.

  “No, I’ll send someone for your car. You ride with me.”

  I raced to his car and hopped in. He smiled as he slid behind the wheel. “Oh, happy birthday. Did you get the flowers?”

  “Yes, thank you.” I smiled at him.

  “I plan on eating you all night like my own personal flower.”

  ***

  The End, I typed into the open Word document on my computer.

  Jace leaned his head into my office.

  “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.

  “Great. I just finished the book I wrote of how we met.” I spun around in my chair to face him. “I may have embellished a few details.”

  He leaned down to kiss me as he handed me our son, Lance. He was nine months old and a complete handful.

  “What did you embellish on? No need to embellish on how sexy I am.” He laughed.

  I rose from my chair, holding Lance on my hip. “Oh definitely not that. I did say you bought me from my father because he owed a debt.”

  His eyebrows rose. “Oh, and what did ol’ Hank owe me money for? The Bears game?”

  “No, he was embezzling money from your company,” I said, smiling.

  “Well, that’s not very funny.” He stepped closer, kissing the top of my head. “Any other embellishments?” he asked.

  “Well, maybe something about a Dominic.” I brushed past him and walked out of the room.

  “What’s a Dominic?” He followed me down the hallway as I went into Lance’s room to change his diaper. “Angel, what’s a Dominic?”

  I smiled. “Maybe I’ll show you later.”

  THE END

  Acknowledgements

  I want to thank my cousins, Logan and Jacob Chance for inspiring me to write my very own book.

  Thank you to Diane for all of her help getting my name out to the masses.

  Thank you to Paula, Donna, and Misty for reading this story and helping fix a few of the issues. Your help was much appreciated.

  Thank you to everyone
who helped pimp my book out. And the bloggers who helped share the release. You all are the true rockstars!!

  Thank you to everyone who read Sold To My Father’s Friend.

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  Read on for the first chapter of Like A Boss by Logan Chance

  And

  Delve by Jacob Chance

  LIKE A BOSS by LOGAN CHANCE

  ONE

  THEO

  Fuck, I need to get laid.

  If I didn’t find a woman in this bar to fuck tonight, I’d lose my mind. I was overworked and stressed beyond belief. I had no time to focus on the finer things in life. I almost forgot what the inside of a pussy felt like. Lately, I felt this champion cock I owned between my legs was just for show.

  Two words:

  Fuck.

  That.

  Nectar was packed when I stepped inside; pink and purple neon lights blinded my eyes as they swept the room. Women in leopard-print leotards hung from giant swings as the loud bass shook the floor beneath my feet. I found Xavier, my friend, at the bar with a shot of Macallan in his hand. He passed it to me as I nodded.

  With my drink in hand, I ‘surveyed the land’ as it were. A curvy brunette, wearing painted on jeans with red heels, smiled at me. She took a small sip of her Cosmo and the lipstick stain left behind on the glass matched her sexy shoes. She was pretty. She was absolutely fuckable. Let’s be honest, most men aren’t even that damn picky, but tonight I craved above average. It’s why I picked Nectar—the hottest place to be on a Friday night—but while sexy, curvaceous asses and pumped up plastic tits painted the room like a surgeon’s personal advertisement billboard, I wanted something closer to the liquor in my hand. I wanted a girl fresh out the damn bottle, warm in my mouth, burning on the way down, and fucking me up until I couldn’t see straight. I wanted the good shit.

  A raven-haired beauty, in a skimpy dress leaving nothing to the imagination, and fuck me stilettos, locked eyes with me. The hot pink-stained cheeky smile she flashed my way did nothing for me...total stage five clinger potential. Pass.

  I nodded, and continued studying the club.

  My eyes drifted to a group of girls celebrating across the bar—a bachelorette party. Penis straws in their mouths, pink boas around their necks, and falling off the barstools drunk. Double Pass.

  “It’s getting late. I might head out,” Xavier, said, glancing at his gold Rolex. He grabbed his Corona by the neck and took a long pull.

  “It’s South Beach, this city doesn’t come alive until well after midnight.”

  “There’s not much action here tonight. But, you stay, relax, you deserve it.” His eyes drifted to the crowded dance floor. “The sale is a shoo-in; you’ll be the proud owner of the Bearded Goat within a few months.”

  “Thanks, man. Yeah, it’s been stressful as fuck these past few days.” I lifted my glass and took a sip, letting the liquor ease the tension in my shoulders.

  He laughed, chugging his beer, and spun in his seat to slam the empty bottle on the bar.

  “I think I got the brunt of your stress.” Xavier, also my lawyer, had been busy working his ass off for me. He scoured over paperwork and legal documents making sure I got the best deal possible.

  “Fuck you, buddy. It’s my ass on the line here. First thing I’m doing with the bar is changing the fucking name.” I threw some cash to the bartender and returned my attention back to him. “Bearded Goat, really? Why not call it the lamest bar in Miami?”

  “Think about it, one day you can have a place just like this.” He lifted his arms, pointing to the bright lights of Nectar that showcased the energy of the nightclub.

  I grinned, turning to rest my elbows against the bar. “I’m sure my place will be a hell of a lot better.” My eyes traveled around as I scoped the joint once more. Yeah, my club would be much nicer. I could see it all now. I would soon own South Beach. How hard could running a bar be? I’d never failed at anything I’d gone after before, and this time wouldn’t be any fucking different.

  “On second thought,” Xavier said, eyes trained on the party of pink madness a few yards away,

  “I’m going to join the action over there.”

  I nodded, and watched him stalk over to make his play on one of the bachelorettes from the party. She offered him a drink from her penis straw and laughed when he grabbed it and directed it back to her mouth, shaking his head. I grinned—what an idiot.

  “Hi...what’s your name?” a drunk plastic blonde asked, as she slid onto the stool next to me, arms hanging around my neck. Her platinum hair hung straight and fell past her tits. She leaned in closer, giving me a glimpse straight down her plum-colored, v-neck dress to her manufactured cleavage.

  “Theo.” I threw back my whiskey, and signaled the bartender for another before turning to face her.

  Her ass left the seat and she stepped between my long legs, her fingers running up the length of my red tie. “I’m Ashley.” Her breathy words fanned across my lips as she lifted her hand to run it through my beard. “I’ve never seen you around. Do you come here a lot?” she asked, her voice thick as honey, seduction dripping off her tongue.

  My brown eyes focused on the gigantic rock on her finger before removing her hand from my face. “No.” I’d been coming here for the past week, to check out the competition for my newest acquisition, but tonight I needed release and this girl wasn’t the one.

  I stood, giving her a tight smile, before making my way to the other end of the neon lit bar.

  I squeezed my tall frame to an empty stool and signaled the bartender. “Whiskey,” I called out to her.

  She glanced my way, locking eyes with mine. A brief nod and a slight smile was all she gave me before she turned and slammed a few bottles back in the well. The sexy bartender finally slid her ass over and my eyes narrowed on her as she poured the whiskey in a glass. Her shimmery hair clearly wasn't hers. The wig on her head matched her silver bikini top, which barely contained her full breasts. The skinny strings strained, as if at any moment they would snap, letting her tits fall free. A silver short skirt hugged the curve of her ass as she turned to pour a few shots for the bride-to-be.

  The few times I’d been here, I’d never seen this girl. I’d remember a face like hers, even in the dark. My eyes scanned her flawless features. She wasn’t hard and overworked like some of these girls. She hadn’t allowed a scalpel to redraw the map of who she was designed to be. And she sure as shit wasn’t shy about showing it off. My dick stiffened. That hunger to claim and guzzle down the good shit surged. And I’m not talking about fucking whiskey, either. I wanted her.

  Nights like these were sort of like the Sabbath to me, a holy day to worship my most favorite idol, a woman’s sweet body. This woman with silver hair and spilling breasts was in need of worship and I had every intention of fucking her like the goddess she was. I’d spend many nights doing just that, but…

  first, I had to get her attention.

  Again.

  After a few minutes, I decided to use the secret super power I owned. It would require the use of a couple of ladies with penis straws in their mouths. When she finally returned to ask if I wanted another, I leaned in, talking close to her ear over the loud music.

  My scruffy cheek whispered across her smooth skin. “As a father, I have to beg you to please cut those girls off.” I nodded in the direction of the bachelorette party. Her eyes flitted to them and then back to me. “If it were my little Lucy, I’d be devastated to know they’d be driving home like that.” Daddy role never failed me before.

  “Relax,” she shot back. “They have a limo waiting in the lot. Daddy Dearest.”

  I smiled at her and leaned back in. “Just so you know, you’re the hottest girl in this whole fucking place.”

  “Just so you know,” she said, touching my shoulder this time, “you’re the millionth guy who has said that tonight.”

  I pulled back, palms splayed on the bar as I met her eyes. “But there’s a difference—y
ou want to know what it is?”

  She shrugged, causing her tits to squeeze together. I grabbed my empty glass and held it up to her, leaning in close again, not breaking eye contact. “I’m the only fucker in here who will say please.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned, breaking from the lips of the silver goddess. Tongues twisting, mouths sucking, her sexy moans were pulling me under. “You want to do this here?”

  With a strong grip around her waist, I pulled her even closer, grinding my cock against her.

  “You have to live a little,” she said as she pushed away and ran toward the shoreline.

  The waves crashed as I strolled along with my hands in my pockets, fascinated by her.

  Her silver wig and long legs held the moon’s glow as she laughed. Her toes dipped into the salty ocean and as I watched—my arousal deepened.

  I took a long breath as I saw her dance in the moonlight. Fucking hot, the way her ass shook, the way she grooved to a rhythm playing along in her mind. I wanted to hear it too.

  I’d been overworked for so long, and she made me feel like I’d been set free.

  She shimmied over, her arms landing around my neck as I gazed into her glitter-shadowed eyes. “Dance with me.”

  We swayed and rocked into one another as I caressed the dip of her spine with one hand. “Your name, what is it?”

  “Penelope.”

  Penelope. It rolled along my tongue as I said it aloud.

  “Are you going to tell me yours or do I have to guess?”

  “Take your best shot,” I egged her on.

  She placed a finger to her suckable lips, gazing skyward before returning her copper eyes to mine. “I don’t know. Maybe Frank. You look like a Frank.”

  I cocked a brow. “Do I? No, not Frank. Name’s Theo.”