The father of my best friend

POV: Adam

I focus my eyes on Mia at the bar and realize she is even more attractive than I thought when I saw her through the windows of my house. I hadn't noticed her presence when I agreed to one of my employees push me into a dark corner during the party.

"I hope you'll like this." She says, taking my hand and placing it on her bare vulva.

I feel my member harden as I force myself to look at her again. It's wet, exactly how I like it. I slide my fingers around and hear her moans close to my lips. I slip my fingers inside while she unbuttons my pants, leaving her disoriented by pleasure.

I don't let her lean on the wall and hold her arms back with one hand, while positioning myself at her entrance with the other.

It's hot and not tight at all, I enter easily as I hear her moans intensify. I make the mistake of looking over at Mia and seeing her with a boy, swinging her legs and seeming too nervous.

"I'm sorry, we'll finish this another day." I say to the woman, while I adjust my clothes again and kiss her lips quickly. It was time for my daughter's best friend to finally meet me.

POV: Mia

The party room was crowded with people enjoying the loud music, with glasses filled with alcoholic drinks. From a bench in the drinks area, I watched Amy, my friend and host, having fun with a university boy. The celebration of her 20th birthday was the most talked about topic that week, so the fact that everything was going as planned reassured me, since Amy was nervous.

"Hey, want to dance?" Someone said, sliding their fingers around my wrist, completely uncovered for the first time, as I had tried to leave the coat aside.

"I'm fine here, thank you." I replied, meeting a pair of blue eyes that didn't seem familiar to me, as well as his blonde hair and handsome face, even though his features showed a certain frustration and anger.

"It would be nice if Amy noticed that I'm trying to impress you, don't make things difficult." He squeezed my wrist even harder, confessing something that is not rare for me.

Everyone sees me as the bridge between Amy and the guys.

"She would never want you for that. Let me go!" I ask, raising my voice.

"Let her go." A deep and authoritative voice sounds behind us.

Although reluctant, he removes his hand and turns towards the man. His honey-colored eyes are on me, and they are almost penetrating. The torso is manly and his jaw tightens as he clenches his fists. It's possible to notice that his black hair is starting to turn gray, indicating that he is around forty. Despite being twice my age, I still find myself watching his body too much, he is sexy, very much sexy.

"Well, what if I don't want to? Who are you to stop me? By the way, I had no idea that Amy invited elderly people to parties ..."

His gaze leaves my face to the body of the boy who would easily be defeated in a fight. He laughs ironically, licking his lips.

"You're right, she prefers to only invite idiots like you. You're lucky that tonight is very special for my daughter." He grabs the boy's arm and twists it, causing him to groan in pain, as he approaches his face.

"I own every inch of this space, so you will leave here and never look at her or my daughter again, otherwise, you will regret being born. I suggest this meeting stays between us." He lets go.