My Boyfriend's Daddy, My Daddy

The night after everything happened felt like a dream, one I couldn't wake up from, no matter how hard I tried.

I had spent the entire day trying to go about my routine, pretending like the events of yesterday didn't change everything. But no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the weight of it. Zhack Wine.

His touch. His kiss. The way his hands gripped my body like he owned it, like he had every right to possess me.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. And yet, the real kicker was that I had to go back to my life. My boyfriend, Zach. The man who had no idea what had really happened.

It was easy to forget the guilt when I was around Zach. He was sweet, kind, and completely unaware. But when I looked at him, I couldn't help but see the shadow of his father in the back of my mind, and the pull between them, the pull I had allowed to get tangled around my heart.

It had only been a day since that encounter, but it felt like a lifetime.

The apartment was quieter than usual when I got home that evening. Zach wasn't around. He was probably out with his friends, he'd been working a lot lately, and I could tell he was getting distant, though I never asked why.

There was a hollow feeling in my chest whenever I thought about our relationship, like something was missing. Was it him? Was it me? Or was it someone else?

I shook my head, pushing those thoughts away. I had more pressing matters to focus on now.

I set down my bag on the counter and wandered over to the window, staring out at the city below. The neon lights flickered, painting the streets in shades of red and yellow.

Everything felt foreign somehow, as though I were standing outside my own life, watching it unfold without fully participating.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.

I opened it, expecting a delivery, but instead, I found someone I wasn't expecting.

"Teah."

I blinked, confused. "Rico?"

Rico Vellante, my neighbor, stood in front of me, leaning against the doorframe with that casual, yet piercing gaze of his. He was dressed in a dark leather jacket and jeans, his hair slightly messy like he'd just rolled out of bed, but there was something magnetic about him, like he was always in control. Rico was someone I never really paid attention to until recently.

He lived a few doors down, and I often caught him watching me when I passed by. I didn't think much of it. He wasn't my type, or so I thought.

"I just wanted to check in on you," he said with a smirk, his eyes scanning me for any sign of distress. "You seem... off. Everything alright?"

I hesitated. Was I really that obvious? Was I really fooling anyone?

"Yeah, I'm fine." I forced a smile, but I couldn't hide the unease bubbling inside me. "Just been a long day."

His eyes softened, but there was a knowing gleam in them. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his casual demeanor setting off an alarm in my head.

I stepped back. "What are you doing here?"

"I told you I was checking in." His voice dropped, lowering to something more serious. "You seem to have a lot on your mind. You can talk to me, Teah. I'm a good listener."

I didn't know what it was, but something about Rico had always unsettled me. Maybe it was his proximity, his sudden interest. Or maybe it was just my own internal chaos spilling over into everything.

"You don't even know me." I snapped, then immediately regretted it. "I mean, it's not that... I'm sorry."

He chuckled, unfazed. "I know enough. You're the girl with the perfect life, until now."

I stared at him, a chill running down my spine. What did he mean by that? How much did he know? Had he been watching me?

"Do you need something?" I asked, trying to regain control of the situation.

Rico took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, that's all." His hand brushed against my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You can talk to me about anything."

I swallowed, stepping back. "I'm fine, really. Just... tired."

He didn't push, but his eyes lingered on me for a second too long, and I felt a flutter of unease settle in my chest. Why did he feel like a threat?

"Alright, Teah. But I'll be around if you need someone to talk to." Rico gave me a knowing look, then turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I spent it in a daze, wondering what my life had become. I had Zach, the perfect boyfriend who loved me, who was waiting for me to come home.

And then there was Zhack, my boyfriend's father, who had turned my world upside down with just a few moments of intense passion. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I couldn't seem to pull away.

But then there was Rico, who had somehow wormed his way into my thoughts in ways I hadn't expected. What was he playing at?

It was late when Zach finally came. He didn't say much, just kissed me quickly on the cheek before heading to the bathroom. I was still standing by the window, looking out at the city below when I heard the sound of water running from the bathroom.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to center myself. I was caught between two men. And with every passing moment, I felt the weight of the lies I was telling, the secrets I was keeping. How long could I keep this up?

And just as the thought crossed my mind, my phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at it, my heart skipping a beat when I saw the name flashing on the screen.

Zhack.

I hesitated for a moment, before answering.

"Teah," his voice came through, smooth and confident. "Let me see that pussy. "

My breath hitched in my throat. "Zhack, I— Zach is....here."

My mind raced, a wave of panic surging through me. What was he going to do next?