F*cking My Daddy's Best Friend

I grew up watching him from across the room. My dad's best friend. My God Father. Older, powerful, forbidden. He never looked at me that way. Never let his eyes linger. Never crossed a single line. Until the night I did. Now his hands are on me, his voice in my ear, telling me exactly what happens to bratty little girls who tempt men like him. I thought I was playing with fire. Turns out, I just lit the match.