Daddy's Best Friend

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I couldn't help but prod a little, sensing a hint of jealousy. "You seem a bit... bothered by that idea."

Henry's brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a sigh. "It's not my place to dictate who you spend your time with."

I grinned, seizing the opportunity to tease him further. "Aw, come on, don't tell me you're jealous of Jason."

He shook his head, his voice taking on a stern note. "Jealousy has nothing to do with it. I just think you should focus on your studies instead of going out every night."

My playful grin turned into a defiant smirk. "And what if I don't want to listen to your advice? You're not my dad, you know."

Henry's jaw tightened, and his gaze hardened. "I may not be your dad, but I care about your well-being."

I rolled my eyes, growing frustrated with his overprotective tone. "Oh please, spare me the protective lecture."

He took a step closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous murmur. "Don't push it, Sophia."

I was about to retort when he suddenly pulled me toward him, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "If I were your dad, I'd have spanked you until you couldn't walk," he whispered, his words dripping with a sensually playful edge.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh. "Is that so?" I shot back, my voice equally husky.

He released me, and I took a step back, my heart racing. "Looking forward to it?" he quipped, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

I grinned, the tension between us suddenly electrifying. "You have no idea," I replied with a wink.

Our banter had taken an unexpected turn, and the charged atmosphere left me feeling exhilarated and eager for more. It was a dangerous game we were playing, a fine line between teasing and something more. And as I headed down the corridor.

I Love the idea of being spanked by Henry

****

I flopped down onto my bed, my phone in hand, and dialed Kylie's number. It had been a while since we caught up, and I was eager to hear how her new journey at Yale was going.

"Hey, Kylie! How's the Ivy League treating you?" I greeted her as soon as she picked up.

Her excited voice came through the line. "Sophia! Yale is a whole new world, let me tell you. Professors, lectures, and oh, the endless reading assignments."

I chuckled. "Sounds like a blast. At least you're living the Ivy League dream, right?"

She let out a mock sigh. "Oh, absolutely. Living the dream one textbook at a time."

We both laughed, quickly falling into the easy rhythm of our friendship. It was like no time had passed since we last talked. As we chatted about classes, professors, and dorm life, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for our high school days.

"So, how's life back in sunny California?" Kylie asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

I took a deep breath, unsure of where to start. "Well, let's just say things have been... interesting."

"Interesting how?" she pressed, her tone full of intrigue.

I launched into the tale of my encounters with Henry, carefully choosing the parts that would make for the juiciest story. I described our initial clash, the unconventional arrangement of living together, and the unexpected turn our relationship had taken. Kylie's gasps and laughter filled the gaps in my narrative, and I knew I had her full attention.

"And then there's Jason," I continued, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Molly warned me to stay away from him. Apparently, she's been... interested."

Kylie's laughter echoed through the phone. "Oh, come on, Soph! You're a big girl. You can handle Jason's charm, I'm sure."

I grinned, feeling a sense of camaraderie. "Of course, I can. But let's not forget the real challenge."

Kylie's tone turned teasing. "Ah, the infamous Henry. Tell me more."

I leaned back against the pillows, my thoughts swirling. "Well, he's not just a roommate. He's my dad's best friend and a billionaire to boot."

Kylie whistled playfully. "Sounds like the start of a rom-com."

I chuckled. "Yeah, except it's not all sunshine and roses. He's got rules, curfews, and an overprotective streak a mile wide."

Kylie's laughter rang out again. "And I bet you're not one to play by the rules."

"You know me too well," I quipped. "But guess what? I've got him wrapped around my finger."

Kylie's voice oozed curiosity. "Do tell."

I recounted the incident in the kitchen, how I'd unintentionally used my charm to get closer to Henry, and the playful banter that had followed. As I described the charged atmosphere between us, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

"You're playing with fire, Sophia," Kylie teased, her words a mixture of caution and amusement.

I grinned mischievously. "Who said I'm afraid of a little heat?"

Our conversation continued, filled with laughter, shared memories, and promises to catch up soon. As we said our goodbyes, I felt a sense of connection with my best friend, even though we were miles apart. It was a reminder that no matter how much things changed, some bonds remained unbreakable.

Hanging up the phone, I gazed out of my window, a small smile playing on my lips. Life was taking unexpected turns, and I was ready to dive headfirst into whatever came my way. With Henry, Jason, and the adventures that lay ahead, I was determined to make the most of my time in sunny California.