My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 91 FAMILY

NOVA POV

"Really?"

The visitor said in a loud voice, not bothering to lower her tone. This time Grant did turn around, and it’s safe to say he was as frozen in shock as I was.

"Call you Daddy?" She said again in disbelief, her perfectly manicured hand coming to rest on her hip.

Lena stood there in the doorway of the movie room, her face a mixture of disgust and something else I couldn’t quite place. She was supposed to be in Paris. She was supposed to be far away from here, living her best life on her father’s dime.

But here she was, catching her father between my legs.

Grant slowly pulled away from me, his face a mask I’d never seen before, it was part rage, part shame, part something darker. He stood up, positioning himself in front of me like a shield.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice was deadly calm, which somehow made it more terrifying.

"What am I doing here?" Lena’s voice pitched higher. "What the fuck are YOU doing? With HER?"

I scrambled to pull Grant’s shirt down, trying to cover myself, but there was no dignity to be salvaged from this situation. My face burned with humiliation.

"You were supposed to be in Paris," Grant said, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching.

"Katie got food poisoning. We came back early. I wanted to surprise you." Lena’s eyes were wild now, darting between her father and me. "Well, surprise! My dad is fucking my former best friend and calling himself Daddy while doing it!"

"Lena—" I started, but she cut me off with a sharp laugh.

"Don’t. Don’t you dare say my name. You’re disgusting. Both of you are disgusting." Tears were streaming down her face now, but her expression was pure fury. "How long? How long has this been going on?"

Grant didn’t answer, and somehow his silence was worse than any words could be.

"Oh my god," Lena breathed, realization dawning on her face. "That’s why you were so desperate to find her when she went missing. That’s why you looked like death for weeks. Because you were fucking her."

"Watch your mouth," Grant growled, taking a step toward his daughter.

"Or what? You’ll punish me like you punish her? Jesus Christ, Dad. She’s my age. She was my FRIEND." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Was being the operative word," I said quietly, finally finding my voice. "You stopped being my friend long before any of this started, Lena. You made that choice."

"So that gave you permission to fuck my father?" She spat the words at me like venom.

"Nobody needs your permission for anything," Grant said coldly. "You’re not a child, Lena. And neither is Nova. What we do is none of your business."

"None of my business?" Lena laughed, but it was a broken sound. "You’re my father! She was my best friend! And you’re—you’re—"

She couldn’t finish the sentence. She just stood there, shaking with rage and hurt and betrayal.

And all I could think was: This is it. This is where everything falls apart again.

"Get out," Grant said quietly.

"What?" Lena and I said at the same time.

"I said get out. Go to your room. We’ll talk about this later when you’ve calmed down."

"Fuck you," Lena said, but there was no heat in it anymore. Just exhaustion and pain.

She turned and ran, her footsteps echoing through the estate until we heard a door slam somewhere in the distance.

Grant and I stood there in the movie room, the porn still playing on the massive screen behind us, the moment completely shattered.

"Well," I said finally. "That didn’t go well."

Grant didn’t laugh. He just pulled me into his arms and held me tight.

"It was going to come out eventually," he said against my hair.

"I know. But did it have to be while your face was buried in my pussy?"

That got a small huff of laughter from him. "Probably not my finest moment as a father."

"Probably not," I agreed.

But as I stood there in his arms, I realized something: I was far more scared than I was ashamed.

How would she feel about all this? What if she told Katie and our other colleagues? What if she— my thoughts got interrupted with Grant clearing his throat, a knowing look on his face.

"Stop. I know it’s bad, but stop thinking about it," he said, concern etching his voice and face.

"Maybe we should go to her. Or maybe I should go back to school so you both can—"

"Maybe I’ve not explained myself well enough." His grip on me tightened. "This house is yours as much as it’s hers, and the only reason I’ve not told her anything was because you insisted. You are an adult and you can do as you like. It’s not a secret we are together and I don’t plan to keep hiding with you. I’m too grown to be playing games. Let her come to terms on her own. Let her grow up!"

I swallowed the tears that were lodged heavily at the base of my throat.

I would not cry.

I will not cry.

I will not cry.

I kept chanting in my head, blinking in rapid succession and hoping Grant doesn’t notice, but I couldn’t fool him. The next minute he drew me into his arms and cradled my head while I finally released the tears I’d been holding.

We stayed like that for a while with me crying into his chest, him stroking my hair and murmuring things I couldn’t quite hear but felt in my bones. Eventually, my tears dried up, leaving me hollow and exhausted.

"We should talk to her," I said finally, my voice hoarse.

"Are you sure?"

"No. But we need to do it anyway."

Grant nodded, and together we made our way through the estate to Lena’s wing. Each step felt heavier than the last. My stomach churned with anxiety, and I kept playing out different scenarios in my head—none of them good.

I finally gathered the courage to knock on Lena’s door with Grant right behind me. I lifted my hand to knock, but midair before my hand could touch the door, the door opened and we came face to face with a smiling Lena.

Weird.

Wasn’t she crying when she fled into her room earlier?

"Lena, I—" Grant seemed to find his voice before I found mine, but Lena interrupted him.

"It’s fine, Dad. Really, it’s fine."

"Really?" I asked before Grant could. Was she for real? What could have changed her mind just now? How did she quickly and easily switch from being hurt to being accepting?

"Yes. Nova, I knew you had a penchant for older men. Remember you used to say you’ll rather be with an experienced man than to be with an incompetent guy that doesn’t know what he wants. So I’ve suspected this all along." She explained calmly with a sweet smile on her face.

There’s something weird and odd about her words. I can’t explain it, but something just feels off. The smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Her voice sounds rehearsed, like she’s reading from a script she wrote in the ten minutes since she stormed off.

Grant hugged me from behind, obviously happy now that Lena isn’t throwing any tantrums, but I can’t be so sure. My gut twists with unease.

"Are you really fine with this? Lena, I mean—"

"It’s okay, Nova. We don’t necessarily choose who we love. After all, I did love Tyler after all he was accused of doing." She shrugged easily as if it was that simple.

But it wasn’t that simple. Nothing with Lena was ever that simple.

"So you’re saying you accept this?" I pointed between myself and Grant. Her responding smile was so sugary it was cringey.

"Yes, I do. Welcome to the family. I’d rather it’s someone I know than a gold-digging stranger with my dad, so yeah, Nova, I’m really cool with it. Please don’t overthink things on my behalf." She said it gently, touching my shoulder with her smile still in place.

The touch felt cold.

"Thanks for making this easier, Lena," Grant said, his hand still wrapped around my waist from behind. "I knew you would see reason." He added, and I could hear the relief in his voice.

But I didn’t feel relieved. I felt like I was watching a performance, and I didn’t know the ending yet.

"As long as you’re happy, Dad, I’m happy. And I know you really deserve to be happy and have someone you call yours." Lena said it sounding more wise and mature than I’ve ever heard her.

Too wise. Too mature. Too rehearsed.

"I will be going back to school today," she announced.

"But—" Grant and I both started, but her raised hand cut us short.

"No, it’s not because of you guys. I came here just to quickly pick some things. I didn’t plan to sleep over and Jay is still parked outside waiting for me."

"Oh." That was all I could push out.

"Yes. But I’ll be expecting you back at home, Nova. We were worried and we really thought something bad happened to you, but now that I can see for myself that you’re okay, I’ll tell Katie as well. Your relationship privacy is safe with me and no one else would know about it."

The way she said "privacy is safe with me" sent a chill down my spine. It sounded more like a threat than a promise.

"This is more than we can ask you to do and we are grateful, sweetheart," Grant said as he gathered Lena into a bear hug. He winked at me when our eyes met before pecking Lena on her forehead.

I watched them, father and daughter embracing, and tried to convince myself this was a good thing. That we’d dodged a bullet. That Lena’s acceptance was genuine.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling in my gut.

Lena pulled away from her father and turned to me. For just a split second—so quick I almost missed it—her smile faltered and something dark flashed in her eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by that same sweet, understanding expression.

"I’ll see you at school, Nova," she said, and there was something in the way she said my name that made my skin crawl.

"Yeah. See you at school."

We heard her footsteps on the stairs, heard the front door open and close, heard a car start up and drive away.

Grant let out a long breath. "That went better than expected."

I wanted to agree. I wanted to feel the same relief radiating off of him. But I couldn’t.

Everyone was relaxed and happy about this, but deep down in me I couldn’t dismiss this feeling that something not so good is about to happen. And after all the unfortunate situations I’ve been through—the kidnapping, the torture, the trauma—I would appreciate if this cup could pass over me.

But life doesn’t work that way. I learned that lesson the hard way.

"Nova?" Grant turned to face me, concern creasing his forehead. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied. "I’m just tired."

"You’re a terrible liar." He cupped my face in his hands. "Talk to me."

"It’s just—" I hesitated. How do I explain a feeling? How do I tell him that his daughter’s acceptance felt more like a trap than a blessing? "Something felt off. About the way she reacted. The way she changed her mind so fast."

Grant’s jaw tightened. "You think she’s planning something."

"I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe I’m just paranoid after everything that’s happened."

"Your instincts kept you alive in that warehouse and it had always been right," Grant said quietly. "I’m not going to tell you to ignore them now."

"So what do we do?"