Valentine’s With My Best Friend’s Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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Valentine's With My Best Friend's Dad

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Flora Ferrari

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08W3L5WKS
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I haven’t told my best friend Kayley that I’ve had a crush on her dad ever since we met two years ago. Having the same class in college, curiosity got the better of me when she told me her dad was an ex-MMA fighter.
I searched him online and found that he was a ripped, huge fighter in his youth. But he looks even better today, forty-two years old and just as muscular as he used to be. Even better, his hair has turned silver and he looks even more rugged and manly. The truth is I let myself fantasize about him sometimes.
But it has to stay a fantasy. A man like Liam Larson – rich, successful, handsome – would never be interested in a naïve virgin like me. But then Kayla asks me to come home with her for Valentine’s weekend everything changes.
At first, I think she’s just trying to rope me into singing at her Dad’s club. She’s always saying I need to be more confident with my music and get over my stage fright. I know that’s not going to happen any time soon.
Then I meet Liam and something crazy happens. It turns out he wants me just as badly as I want him. I don’t know if we’ve been shot by Cupid’s arrow or if we’re both just crazily attracted to each other. All I know is we shouldn’t be doing this. If Kayley ever found out, it would be World War three.
Yet we can’t stop. I try to fight it. I try to focus on my songwriting. He tries to focus on his work, his businesses. But this tall, muscular alpha is a man I just can’t quit, even if I’m constantly surprised that he wants me to.
He says he loves my curves. He says he loves my body. He says he loves my singing voice. But that’s not all. He says I belong to him, and that on Valentine’s night he’s going to claim me in the most possessive way a man can.
What if Kayley finds out? What if he discovers that I’m a virgin? What if this all blows up in our faces? I never knew Valentine’s Day could be so complicated.
*Valentine’s with My Best Friend’s Dad is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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Flora Ferrari



Chapter One

Lola

I lean back in the plush chair, the airplane rumbling beneath me, still struggling to believe that I’m on a private jet. I look out the window and see only darkness, the clouds thick as we glide through the sky.

“This is crazy,” I murmur.

“I know,” Kayley says, wrapping her hands around her mug of hot cocoa. “I’m still not used to it. But if your dad offers you a private jet, what the heck are you supposed to say, you know? Is it too much?”

Kayley’s pale green eyes are wide and tinged with fear. I can read her easily by now. We’ve been friends for the last two years of college, fused together through our love of the classics, discovered when we met in a creative writing class.

Her major is in technical writing and mine is in performing arts, but that didn’t stop us from becoming best friends quicker than I could believe.

She’s got a thin build that clothes seem to hang off, a build I do my best not to envy. Her hair is sandy-blonde and she wears it in a bob around her face.

I toss my head melodramatically.

“Oh, it’s far too much,” I say sarcastically. “In fact, I’m going to judge you every day for the rest of our lives for having access to such wealth. Yes, Kayley, I do believe I hate you.”

She giggles, knowing that I’m joking. I’m always able to make her laugh when I go with my over the top voice and facial expressions, properly hamming it up like a 1950s dame.

She takes a sip of her cocoa and then places it in the holder.

“But seriously,” I add, “it’s not your fault you were born comfortable. It’s not like you lord it over people. Stop feeling so guilty all the time.”

“I’m just so excited for you to see my hometown,” she says.

“Me too,” I smile, meaning it.

I’d spent most of my holidays with my aunt, but she sadly passed last year. When Kayley offered to host me at her childhood home in rural Maine for Valentine’s weekend, I jumped at the chance.

What else was I going to do, sit around campus thinking about how I’ve never had a proper Valentine?

“And for you to sing on Sunday,” she says.

I give her a no-way look, shaking my head.

“What?” she goes on, gesticulating wildly, her baggy sweater flapping around her wrists. “What would be so wrong with singing on Valentine’s day? Would the world explode? Would you lose your tongue?”

I giggle. “And I thought I was the dramatic one.”

“Seriously,” she says, looking firmly at me. “You have an amazing voice. Surely you wouldn’t have chosen performing arts if your stage fright was that bad.”

“I know, I know,” I say. “But having a small part in a musical and being the sole performer on a stage, in a packed club, are two very different things.”

My hands get sweaty just thinking about the brightness of the spotlight, the way it would highlight every single drop of sweat on my forehead, on my upper lip. That’s all I’d be able to think about, how everybody’s secretly laughing at how much I’m sweating and stressing.

Of course, that would just make me sweat and stress more.

“It’s Dad’s club, anyway,” Kayley goes on. “So if anybody says something I don’t like, I’ll have them out of there like that.”

She snaps her fingers.

“Maybe next year,” I tell her.

She sighs. “You were the star of the show at Christmas,” she says, referencing the musical rendition of A Christmas Carol we performed on campus. “You were the best singer on that stage.”

“I was a background singer,” I laugh. “I was hardly the standout performance.”

“Yes, you were,” she says passionately. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d swear you were fishing for compliments. But I do know you. I know that fishing for compliments just isn’t your style. I know that you genuinely believe that your voice didn’t rise above that chorus.”

I turn to the window, looking out at the darkness we’re soaring across. My belly gives a lurch that has nothing to do with the passage of the plane.

“Like I said,” I murmur, “maybe next year.”

Kayley lets it drop and leans back in her recliner chair, taking her Kindle from underneath and popping on her hipster glasses.

I lean back and close my eyes, trying not to think of Valentine’s day and all that it entails.

I remember peering through the library window one rainy afternoon as the head cheerleader sat in the quad, casually tossing her unopened Valentine’s cards to the ground until she found the one she was looking for. She just left them there for somebody to clean up. I almost went out there and scooped them up, pretending that they were for me.

But that would’ve been too sad.

I try to force my mind away from Valentine’s day, telling myself it’s just a day like any other.


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