Daddy's Best Friend Secret (Daddies and Babies Book 2) Page 2

  “Shae!” I snapped her name. “Will you hush?”

  “I can’t.” There was a smirk on her face. “Not, when I’m looking at perfection. Look at him.”

  “If I look at him, will you shut up?”

  “I’ll consider it.”

  I rolled my eyes and put my book down so that I could look at the guy who was ‘perfect’ as Shae had described him. I didn’t have to search the beach long before I found the guy that she was talking about. When I laid my eyes on him, I understood why Shae had talked about him as much as she had.

  He was perfection.

  He had to be the most attractive man that I’d ever seen. His hair was light, but it was obvious that he’d dyed it blond. He had probably been a brunet, but that didn’t make the blond suit him any less. In fact, it may have made him more attractive. His hair was long, not quite shoulder length, but long enough to curl around his ears and hang in front of his eyes.

  And those eyes. They were hazel, unique in themselves. He had a bit of scruff on his chin, and he was tan from all of the time that he spent in the sun. In both cheeks, he had the most adorable dimples.

  But he wasn’t a boy, far from it. He was a man. Everything about him screamed how old he was. He wasn’t like the other fake blond surfers who didn’t have a clue what they were doing and were trying to show off to the girls sitting on the beach.

  Nothing he was doing was for attention. Instead, he seemed like he did it because he wanted to. There was a power that surrounded him that had women swarming to be around him.

  He was perfect.

  He pushed his hair out of his eyes, and, unsurprisingly, there were girls attempting to flirt with him, smiling and twirling their fingers around their hair. But I couldn’t blame them. If I were in their situation, I probably would have done the same.

  No boyfriend to tie me down and no idea who the mysterious stranger was.

  But I did have a boyfriend, and I did know who he was. Even then, I still felt myself wishing that he could do some dirty things to me, even if it was only for one night.

  “Doesn’t he look just yummy?” Shae asked me once I’d been staring for too long.

  I grabbed my book and laid back down. “I know who that is.”

  “Ha-ha, funny joke, Clara,” Shae said and rolled her eyes.

  “It’s not a joke.”

  Shae’s expression turned serious. “You really know who that is?”

  “He’s a business partner and friend of my dad’s,” I explained. “My dad invited him on the trip. He’s known him for years. His name is Klaus Ledger. You’ve probably seen his name in magazines. He’s a billionaire playboy, and he happens to be the man who gave my dad the investment he needed to start his business.”

  “And you didn’t think to tell me?” Shae asked, sounding betrayed.

  “Tell you what?”

  “That an Adonis was joining us on vacation?”

  “He’s good to look at, alright,” I agreed with her. “But you don’t want to get involved with him, trust me. He’s not worth the heartbreak.” I’d heard plenty of stories about him from my dad and all the magazine articles. “He has all of this money and thinks he’s better than everyone else. And he’s not a hard worker, in the slightest. He spends all of his time goofing up and going on vacation and being with women.”

  What kind of adult man lived the life of a frat boy, in college? His lifestyle was deplorable.

  “You know what I hear?” Shae asked. “That he can spend all of his time with me, all of his money on me, I don’t have to work, and we can vacation anywhere I want to go.”

  “You’re so shallow.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Thank you,” she said with a smile. “I’m surprised you’re just now noticing.”

  “Oh, I’ve known for a long time.”

  Shae laughed. “So, you’ve never once thought of doing Klaus? Damn, even his name is attractive!”

  I could tell her the truth. She was my best friend, after all. When I first met him, the only thing I could think about days after was how good he would feel inside of me, making me his. But they were thoughts that would never become a reality. Besides, I had a boyfriend.

  “No,” I answered her, my eyes going back to my book. “He’s just my father’s best friend.”

  2

  Klaus

  It didn’t matter where I went or what I did. I was always able to gather attention from women. I liked to call it my superpower. I’d been able to garner this much attention since I was young, so I was used to it by the time that I transitioned into becoming an adult. I’d grown used to it, and I rather liked the attention.

  I enjoyed walking down the streets and seeing all of the eyes on me. I liked when I could see women whispering about my looks as they passed by. They always thought they were being discreet, but it couldn’t have been more obvious to a man like me who knew all of the signs.

  Without a doubt, I was one lucky man to have been blessed with my good looks. But my looks weren’t the only thing that happened to give me an advantage.

  I was born with money. My parents were incredibly wealthy. My dad owned several business conglomerates, and my mother owned two Michelin star restaurants where she used to be the head chef. They had more than enough money, and once they had children, my brother and I, they were more than happy to give us what they called a ‘life investment’ to give us a jumpstart in life.

  I was already popular with women, but when they found out that I had money too, it did nothing but sweeten the pot. I was used to them practically bombarding me just to flirt with me or ask me out.

  That’s the thing about women these days. They’re superficial. With everything being so high in prices, I didn’t believe that there was a single woman who didn’t want to be able to stop working and be a stay-at-home wife for a rich man.

  If my looks weren’t good enough, which was hardly, if ever the case, then women flocked to me because I had enough money to support a lavish lifestyle for us, our kids, our grandkids, and even our great grandkids, if not further generations.

  I didn’t have any issues finding women to get into bed with me. In fact, they were more than happy to have one night of wild and reckless sex. It was making them leave the next morning that was the problem. They were all so desperate to sink their claws into me, but I wasn’t going to be tied down by any woman any time soon.

  There were too many options, and too many good times yet to come. Even the most stubborn women could be lured into my trap by me flashing them a bright smile and throwing around a couple hundred-dollar bills.

  Most people pitied guys who lived the bachelor life because they thought men, like me, were sad and longing for something in life. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. I had exactly what I wanted, and I didn’t think that there was a way that I could be any happier.

  When Antonio had first mentioned me coming to the beach with him, I hadn’t seen much of a point. Yes, I did consider him to be one of my top friends, my best one, for a matter of fact, but that didn’t mean that I was going to go on a vacation with him. I didn’t do that whole ‘hanging out with the boys’ thing, because what was the point of it, really?

  So that we could talk about what we had going on in our lives? News flash, I didn’t care. We weren’t fourteen-year-old girls who felt the need to know what was happening with the other person, around the clock. Besides, I had more than enough to keep me occupied without adding friendship and meaningless small talk into the loop.

  The only reasons that I joined him on his vacation were one, because there would be women, two, I didn’t have to pay anything, considering it was all on Antonio, and three, he happened to hold a very persuasive argument, or person, I should say: Little Miss Clara.

  After I’d agreed, Antonio bragged about how impressive his beach house was. I didn’t want to burst his bubble, but I’d once stayed in a hotel underwater where I could see the stingrays flying past my window. And it just didn’t get much better than
that. I think he forgot that, unlike him, I’d always had money. It took a lot to impress me.

  But the beach house wasn’t too shabby. It was extravagant, and it made me question just how much he had spent on it. Was it the best place that I’d ever stayed? No, but it was the best for this area. I had to give him his credit where his credit was due. Besides, I think he just wanted some justification for spending a fortune on it, and I wouldn’t be the one to crush his high spirits.

  He was different from me. I didn’t buy properties despite having the money. I didn’t see the point in returning to the same place twice. I’d already met their women, found their best bars, hooked up in the best hotels. Going twice would be like a victory lap, and why go through all of the extra work?

  Antonio had come here because he wanted to take a break and have a change in scenery. Instead of working at his grand office, he wanted to come here and work in the grand office at the beach house. I thought it was weird that he’d gone on vacation to work, but I wasn’t going to let it ruin my fun.

  Just because he hadn’t come to have a good time didn’t mean that I hadn’t. I’d never been here before, and all of the new faces were nothing short of exciting for me. And a majority of these women already knew who I was, considering I was always being slapped on the front of some kind of magazine. But that was just another perk for me. It would make getting into their beds much simpler.

  But I could be honest with myself. The reason that I had agreed to come on this vacation was because of Antonio’s daughter. When she walked into the kitchen, she was jaw droppingly beautiful. It made me do a double take, and I never did a double take. I definitely wouldn’t have thought that she was my best friend’s daughter had Antonio not personally introduced us.

  I didn’t know what I was planning to do on this trip. It felt like I’d come just so that I could gawk at her, and that wasn’t something that sat right with me. I was better than that, than some girl. I was certainly better than my base urges, and way better than a guy who stalked a girl to a beach just to stare at her.

  I could control my body and keep it away from her, but the same thing couldn’t be said for my mind. She was inhabiting it, making it her own, and, for some reason, I wasn’t fighting it. What was wrong with me, and why was I behaving like this? I never let women get to me, not quite like this anyway. But the more that I tried to push the thought of her down, the more that it came back, more fiercely than it had the last time.

  It was getting to the point where I was having dreams of the red-headed beauty. She looked so innocent, and I wanted to take that innocence away from her the best way that I knew how to. I wanted to run my tongue along every single inch of her body. I wanted to thrust into her like there was no tomorrow.

  Quite frankly, I wanted to fuck Clara like she wasn’t my best friend’s daughter. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted another woman, although I had a feeling that had to do with her being my forbidden fruit. As taboo as it was, I couldn’t help but to fall for the stereotype.

  But I couldn’t. If Antonio had any idea what thoughts were going through my head, I knew he would be absolutely shocked. Not only that, I wouldn’t be surprised if he punched me in the face. Antonio wasn’t a fighter anymore, but apparently in his day, he’d had bad anger issues and was always ready for a brawl. I didn’t want to be the next victim on his list.

  Or did I? Was I willing to take that risk just for one night with her?

  Even if I was, I knew that I shouldn’t. Nothing would happen between us other than a one-night stand, and I could only think about how heartbroken she would be when I broke things off. I had that effect on women. But breaking her heart would end any ounce of friendship that I had with Antonio. And he was my only friend.

  Besides, Clara was a woman in her twenties, and I already knew how that was going to be. She’d be clingy, as all women were at that age. Maybe it would be for the best if I did try to keep my distance, for my own sake.

  I pushed the water out of my eyes, just as I heard someone whistling. I was used to being treated like this, and I enjoyed it, almost. I turned around to see an absolutely gorgeous woman sashaying her way over to me, sending up and down looks to the girls that were staring at me. She didn’t seem bothered by her numerous competitors.

  She was sexy. Her hair was black, and it was obvious that she’d been swimming by the way that it was clinging to her body. She had on a one-piece swimsuit, but I didn’t think that I’d ever seen a one-piece look so good. It accentuated her breasts and pushed them forward. Her eyes were brown, and she looked like something straight out of a movie.

  Her lips were big, and I could already imagine how they’d feel on my body, wrapping around my dick.

  “I haven’t seen you here before,” she said, as she smirked. She didn’t have to try to be anything. Most women would push their chests up or try to make their ass look good. This one didn’t have to. I had a feeling that she knew just how attractive she was, too. “You must be new, so you don’t know who I am. My name’s Megan.”

  Figured. “I’m Klaus.”

  “Nice name for a nice body. Whoops.” She faked being embarrassed. “Did I just say that out loud? My mistake.” Her lips were still pursed into a smirk.

  “That’s no problem.”

  “Klaus, I can tell that you have your fair share of admirers, but let’s get to the point, shall we? A man like you doesn’t want to be tied down, and I don’t have any plans of settling down any time soon, myself. So, we’re both here, I’m sure we’re both single, and I’d like to have you fuck me into the ground.

  “I’ve read about you, in the articles, and I hope you can uphold the image made for you. And if you think that this is some kind of ploy to get me pregnant for your money, trust me, my daddy owns this beach. I don’t need nor want your money. All I want is a night with you. You’re the hottest guy here, and I’m the hottest girl. So, why don’t we put the crowd out of its misery, and me and you can get out of here?”

  I had to give it to this girl. She had managed to surprise me which was a hard thing to do. This wasn’t the first time that I’d met a woman who was upfront, but never like this. Was it bad that I was incredibly turned on by her confidence?

  The only thing I didn’t agree with was the fact that she’d said she was the hottest girl on the beach. She was sexy, and I’d give her second place any day. But the woman I really wanted was dangling in front of me yet still out of my reach.

  I sent a peek at the redhead, but she was nose-deep in a book. I looked at Megan. “Then what are we waiting for?”

  Her lips curved into a smile. “That’s what I like to hear. Follow me.”

  “Harder!” Megan screamed, as I gripped her waist harder and pumped into her like there was no tomorrow. Everything that she’d said had come true. She hadn’t wasted any time in showing me to the house that she was living in while she was here. She was there by herself, and the house was bigger than Antonio’s, although I would never tell him that. He’d probably go on an outraged shopping spree and demand that his realtor find him a bigger house.

  He was quite the one-upper.

  “Yes, give me everything!” Megan screamed, ecstatic.

  I did exactly what she asked me to do. I wasn’t the most gentle man in bed. I knew that, and it was why I had the habit of staying away from virgins. I was a mean man, but I wasn’t cruel. I didn’t want to hurt anyone beyond repair. Besides, they were often clingy anyways because they thought that sex was all about connections and having feelings for someone when, in reality, it was just about physical pleasure.

  Megan could hold her ground, with me, though. The second that we entered through that door, I’d had her pressed against the wall. She was hard not to jump. I wanted to take her to one of the rooms, but it was a lot easier said than done. We never made it to the bedroom. After our session against the wall, I took her against the couch.

  We thought we were finished after that, so she invited me into the shower. In hind
sight, we both should have known better than to think we could get in a shower together and not absolutely demolish each other. But we weren’t the brightest eggs in the bunch, or, maybe she had planned that.

  After sex in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but to bend her over the kitchen chair while she was walking around naked trying to find some clothes. She could keep up with me, and I wanted to take advantage of that every minute that I could.

  It didn’t take much longer before she was screaming, her nails digging into the wood of the table as she exploded around me. My grip was so strong, I thought I must have been hurting her, but she didn’t say anything. I kept moving myself in and out at a rough pace before I finally found my fourth release and pulled away from her.

  Sex for three and a half hours. Now that was a good way to start off a vacation.

  She was breathing heavily, but once she caught her breath, she smiled at me. “You are something else.”

  I smiled. “As I’ve been told.”

  “That red-headed girl is cute.”

  I frowned. “What?”

  “The one on the beach reading. I saw you looking at her.”

  “There’s nothing going on between us.”

  “Hey, I’m just a stranger you fucked… four times.” She waved me off. “You don’t owe me any kind of explanation.”

  3

  Clara

  Why hadn’t he come back last night? My father had made sure that he had dinner prepared by chefs because he was so excited that his best friend had finally decided to join us on a trip. Apparently, my father had been asking him for years to join us, but he’d always politely declined. Why he had decided to accept now, I didn’t know, but I also didn’t care.

  Whatever the reason he had come, didn’t he realize that he had to uphold the standard of common, human decency? He was supposed to come back last night, yet he hadn’t. I was frustrated with his behavior for a multitude of reasons.