Blackmailing My Dad's Best Friend

  Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

  A Forbidden Romance

  S.E. Law

  Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Law

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  Also by S.E. Law

  Sweet Treats

  His Candy Cane

  Her Juicy Cherry

  Her Honey Pot

  Second Helpings

  Sugar Walls

  Please and Tease

  Forbidden Fruit

  Band of Brothers

  Her Italian Wedding

  The Boyfriend Diaries

  Mommy’s Ex

  Mommy’s Boss

  Mommy’s Landlord

  Daddy’s Christmas Gift

  Daddy’s Holiday Baby

  Daddy’s Love Child

  Made for Them

  Built For Them

  Sugar and Spice

  The Naughty Party

  Sweet as Candy

  Blackmail Fantasies

  Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

  Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss

  Blackmailed In The Boudoir

  Standalones

  You’re Mine

  Boss of My Panties

  Naughty Relations

  About My Daddies

  About Last Night

  About This Morning

  About That Evening

  Playing with Them

  Playing with the Doctors

  Playing with the Criminals

  Playing with her Priests

  Healing Hands

  Dr. Feelgood

  Dr. Man Candy

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  Contents

  About This Book

  1. Renee

  2. Renee

  3. Renee

  4. Kane

  5. Renee

  6. Kane

  7. Kane

  8. Kane

  9. Renee

  10. Kane

  11. Renee

  12. Renee

  13. Kane

  14. Renee

  15. Kane

  16. Renee

  17. Renee

  18. Kane

  19. Renee

  20. Kane

  21. Renee

  22. Kane

  23. Renee

  24. Kane

  25. Renee

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Sweet as Candy

  Sneak Peek: Sugar and Spice

  About the Author

  About This Book

  The alpha male has something I want, and I’m not above a little blackmail to get it!

  Renee:

  I’ve never been a good girl.

  Let’s just say that trouble always seems to find me.

  So when my dad’s best friend walks in the door, the choice is easy.

  Kane’s got something I want.

  Something huge.

  Irresistible.

  It makes me toss in bed at night.

  And I’m not above blackmailing him to get it.

  Kane:

  The last time I saw Renee, she was just a tiny thing with cute little pigtails and knee socks.

  But now, all I can imagine is Renee in a *compromised* position.

  It’s so wrong to be thinking of my best friend’s daughter like this.

  But when the curvy girl decides to blackmail me, it all goes downhill fast.

  Because Renee doesn’t realize that I’m an OTT alpha male who doesn’t play games.

  And like it or not, I’m going to put my baby in the curvy girl’s belly!

  This naughty story will have you turning the pages for more! Follow the sassy, feisty Renee as she meets her match in the form of her dad’s gorgeous older friend from college. Taboo? Yes. A ton of fun? You betcha! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

  1

  Renee

  My brown eyes stare at the clock on the wall, watching it tick slowly. The small hand struggles to make it to 2:45, and I tap my pen impatiently, wanting the school day to be over already. I peek down at the doodle I created on my notebook as Mrs. Miller drones on about yet another war. That’s all history class is—talking about wars, politics, and the downside of humankind. How depressing.

  My teacher’s monotonous voice causes an involuntary groan to slip from my lips, making the entire class turn around and stare at me.

  “Am I boring you, Miss Linwood?”

  Mrs. Miller says “Miss” with a lisp, probably due to her huge overbite.

  “Um sorry, no?”

  My response comes out more as a question than a statement. Snickers are heard around the room, and my best friend, Chastity, smacks my arm in warning.

  Mrs. Miller is not amused as she places her hands on her hips. I knew I should have skipped her class today. The bell rings, and everyone jumps out of their seats, thankfully blocking Mrs. Miller’s view of me and saving me from the laser beams that are about to shoot from her eyes.

  “Renee, you really should start paying attention,” Chastity shakes her head at me as I gather my books and throw them in my backpack.

  “Whatever,” I roll my eyes and follow behind her.

  But just as I’m about to stroll out of the classroom, I hear my name being called.

  “Miss Linwood, can I have a minute?”

  “I’ll wait for you by the flagpole,” Chastity whispers, shooting me a sympathetic look. “Good luck.”

  I plod over to Mrs. Miller’s desk reluctantly. Glaring up at me, she leans back in her chair and places her hands under her sagging breasts. This woman needs to be introduced to a push-up bra and a dentist.

  “Yes, Mrs. Miller?” I ask, wanting to get the lecture over with.

  “Do you know that I can probably count on one hand how many times you’ve actually been to class this semester?”

  “Oh really?” I try to appear vague and confused.

  “Renee,” she huffs. “You’re a senior. Do you want to fail my class and not graduate?”

  I want to tell her that I don’t really care about school or about graduating, but my father pops into my mind. Daddy would be devastated if I dropped out of school and didn’t get my diploma. He’s already picked out a handful of colleges for me to look at, and I hate to disappoint him.

  I sigh heavily.

  “What can I do?” is my defeated question.

  Mrs. Miller’s eyes gleam brightly.

  “Write a one-thousand-word essay on the Prohibition era to start with. Due by the end of the month,” she announces.

  Oh god, I don’t want to do this. I’m already so busy, but slowly I nod my head.

  “Okay,” I say. Mrs. Miller nods with a satisfied smile on her face.

  “You need to get your head out of the clouds, Miss Linwood. Creating doodles on notebook paper isn’t going to get you through life.”

  Mrs. Miller’s unsolicited advice angers me to no end. I duck my head and mumble something that’s incomprehensible before hurrying out of the classroom and down the hallway, which is now empty. Good. Hopefully I got out of there before she realized how little I think of her, and of school in general.

  After all, the only passion I have in life is art, and it seems the world I live in doesn’
t support any kind of future that’s artistic. All my teachers want to cram down my throat is numbers, facts about the past, and other useless information the Board of Education forces us to learn. But art classes are optional and you can only take one class per semester because of all the other required courses. Blegh.

  Last year, I couldn’t even take an art elective because I was forced to take an SAT prep course instead. I had been unbelievably pissed, to say the least. The only class I look forward to each semester was taken away from me, all to prepare for a stupid test to help me get into college. But the problem is, I don’t even really want to go to college, much less apply.

  I quickly march toward the staircase, my fringe boots clicking on the tiled floor as I hurry down the stairs like I’m trying to escape a fire that’s filling my high school. Sometimes, I wish a fire would consume this hell hole I hate so much.

  After all, when I’m in this place, an overwhelming sense of suffocation consumes me. The walls confine me, the teachers want to control me, and my peers annoy me with their immaturity and pettiness.

  As soon as I push the door open, fresh air fills my lungs and sunshine warms my face. A sense of freedom relieves me of the burden I’d felt when I was inside the building. I jog toward the flagpole, where Chastity is waiting for me with her long, beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind as if she’s in a Pantene commercial.

  “How badly did Mrs. Miller lay into you?” she asks sympathetically.

  I sigh. “She gave me an extra assignment to make up for all of the work I’m missing.”

  “Oh gosh, I’m sorry to hear that,” says my friend, shooting me a sideways look. “That blows. It’s so close to graduation too.”

  I just shrug.

  “Hey, at least I’m still graduating,” is my return smile.

  With that, we start walking toward the front gate that leads to the parking lot. I tug my skirt down when we walk past a boy who is staring at me. I can feel his eyes on my butt as we pass. I shoot him a glare over my shoulder, and he quickly pretends to look up at the sky. Idiot.

  “I honestly don’t know why your other teachers aren’t giving you a harder time,” Chastity laughs, shaking her head, oblivious to my interaction with the hormonal boy.

  “It’s not even two months into the school year, Chas,” I sigh. “Mrs. Miller’s being a bitch. Why is she like this already?”

  “I have no idea. Mrs. Miller is going to be the death of me too this year,” Chastity moans.

  I nod, appreciating my friend’s empathy. Chastity Cooper gets me because she and I have been best friends since second grade, and as long as I’ve known her, she’s been a goody two-shoes who tends to panic when she’s stressed out. We couldn’t be more different from one another, but I think that’s why we make great friends.

  While I’m fiery with a bee in my bonnet sometimes, Chastity lives up to her name. She’s sweet and innocent and as pure as they come. Sometimes I worry about people taking advantage of her naïveté, and that’s why I keep my eyes open for the both of us.

  “Ugh, don’t worry,” I tell her, brushing it all off with a wave of my hand. “It’s our senior year. Most teachers will go easy on us as the school year progresses. They don’t want us back here next year, trust me,” I laugh.

  That comment even draws a giggle out of anxious Chastity.

  As we walk through the parking lot, I spot my boyfriend, Billy Borg, sitting on his car and smoking pot with his friends. I roll my eyes and nod toward him, nudging Chastity. She gasps.

  “He’s going to get suspended if anyone catches him,” Chastity frets.

  Billy is known for his bad boy reputation. He comes off as the typical mysterious and dangerous bad boy you see in teen movies. Complete with a leather jacket and a beat-up sports car.

  I’ll be honest, Billy’s image is what attracted me to him in the first place. Living in a small town where I don’t tend to fit in because of my chubby body with its cartoonish curves and my sass, I’m drawn to anything that makes me stand out. Unfortunately, Billy’s image is just that – an image. Underneath the leather and joints, he’s a dweeb who doesn’t know where to put his hands when we make out.

  I walk up to Billy as he slides down from the hood of his old Camaro with a playful look in his eyes.

  “Hey, baby,” he says, blowing smoke in my face and making me cough.

  I shove Billy away, but he just laughs and pulls me against him, squeezing me in his arms and kissing me in front of all of his friends. His slobbery tongue is all over the place as it enters my mouth, making it hard for me to keep up with his movements. Billy’s idiot friends cheer as we make-out against his car.

  I pull away, wiping Billy’s saliva off of my bottom lip.

  “You want a ride home?” he asks loud enough for his friends to hear, insinuating that I’d be riding him.

  I chuckle, playing along with his phony image, and kiss his cheek.

  “I promised Chastity I’d take the bus with her,” I say, grabbing the joint out of his clammy hand and taking a hit.

  Billy smiles at me and runs a hand through his reddish-brown hair. The truth is, we haven’t even come close to having sex. We’ve been dating since the first week of the school year, but honestly, I haven’t spent much time alone with Billy.

  His friends are always hanging around, and so is the marijuana, which isn’t exactly an aphrodisiac. Billy usually falls asleep before I can even get my top off. Besides, I’m not in any sort of rush to lose my virginity to Billy Borg.

  There really isn’t much substance to him—physically or emotionally. He’s attractive, but I don’t know if I’m actually attracted to him. On top of that, his kissing skills leave a lot to be desired. Making-out with Billy is like him declaring war on my tongue, and I always seem to be on the losing side.

  He looks past me at Chastity and nods at her before his eyes draw back to me. Trying to be cool and seductive, he talks loud enough for his friends to hear. Everything Billy does is for show, and I hate that.

  “You free tonight?”

  “I’m going out with my dad,” I explain. “Tomorrow?”

  Billy nods his head with a smile before capturing my lips in another slobbery kiss. I pull away when his tongue tries to assault mine again, and I pat his chest, letting him know he needs to ease up. I know he’s trying to impress his friends and hang on to his image, but I’m already bored of it. Bored of him, actually. He’s a phony, and that’s one quality I can’t tolerate.

  As I turn around to walk back to Chastity, a hand whacks my ass hard. Snapping around, I shoot Billy a dirty look as his friends make inappropriate comments.

  Damn, girl.

  Claim that ass, Billy.

  I grab Billy by the collar of his jacket and pull him to me like I’m going to whisper something sexy in his ear.

  “Do that to me again in public, and you will lose your dick before you ever get to use it,” I hiss before kissing his cheek as if I’m not mad.

  Sticking my middle finger up at Billy’s friends, I head back over to Chastity, pissed as hell. I fucking hate these people. Such immature assholes, and my boyfriend is the king of them!

  I receive plenty of attention for my curvy figure—most of it unwanted attention from teenage boys and even some pervy teachers.

  Most girls my age are still filling out, but over the past couple of years, my body has sprouted into that of a full-blown woman’s. With double-D’s and a thick waist that leads into full hips and a shelf-ass, as the boys in school call it, I’ve grown used to the stares and inappropriate comments.

  Like all of my old clothes, I’m also outgrowing high school. My body isn’t the only thing that’s evolved over the past couple of years. My desires and passions have changed or—more accurately—expanded as well.

  The truth is, my mind is never on studying or high school drama or even what college I’m going to next year. My mind is only ever on three things: art, getting my own way, and Kane Forrester.

  Kane
is the one guy I’ve had my eye on my entire life. He’s fucking sexy as hell with jet black hair, cobalt blue eyes that stare into my soul, and a smile that always makes it look like he has a secret.

  And that’s just his face…

  Kane’s body is equally as impressive as his gorgeous facial features. On top of being some sort of sex god created on Mount Olympus—see, I pay attention in school sometimes—Kane is a mature man with a little bad boy thrown in there somewhere.

  There is only one flaw about Kane…

  He is forty-five-years-old… the same age as my father! Worse than that, Kane went to college with my dad, and they’re still best friends today. To make it all just a little more inappropriate, Kane is also my godfather. But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about his lips on mine, knowing that his experienced tongue wouldn’t slobber and wiggle wildly like Billy’s does.

  The sun hits my eyes on the short walk to the quiet bus stop. The summer weather hasn’t cooled off yet, even though it is now well into the fall. Not that I mind hanging on to my tan a bit longer or lounging by the pool on the weekends. I prefer an Indian summer over the stubborn winter that we’ve grown accustomed to in New York.

  Living in the village of Tarrytown, just north of New York City, makes our winters a bit more brutal and isolated, but it paints beautiful Thomas Kinkade-esque snowy scenes that inspire many of my sketches… as well as my snowbound fantasies of Kane and me.