Becca.
Tally’s house was a dream ho—literally.
Her father had built it from a dream he'd had, or so he’d told us when we were young girls.
Looking at it now, I believed it.
Little did I know that, in this house, all of my dreams would start to co true....
Five years had gone by since the last ti I ca to Miami. Pulling up to Tally’s house felt just like it had been so many tis before. I had spent so many sumrs in this ho, coming here was like greeting an old friend.
The mansion had tall, white, towering columns lining the porch, accenting the huge archways over the doors. The architecture was unique to Tally’s father’s taste, which made sense since he had dread it up.
The difference now was the roof had been redone in diterranean terracotta shingles, and the landscaping was completely different, now with an Italian flare. Mr. Valentino had even added a white marble fountain to the front yard that featured a goddess being worshiped.
He had really outdone himself and based on the looks of the outside, I couldn’t wait to see what he had changed inside. This was my ho away from ho.
“Oh, my god!” Tally scread excitedly. “Look at this place! Dad really did a number on the renovations, didn’t he, Becca?”
“Yeah, totally aweso,” I replied, glancing towards Tally, shaking my head.
Thank god she has never been to my parents’ house.
As much as I didn’t want to think Tally would judge the way I grew up—she would.
Prim and proper was Tally’s norm. These sorts of luxuries weren’t possible for soone like .
I didn’t co from mansions or luxury cars or tight security. My family didn’t have yachts and butlers and maids. All of which seed to tend to any need Tally could possibly ever have.
But it didn’t matter to in the end. I loved the life I lived, and I was grateful to have been able to take part in Tally’s as well.
How we had beco friends I would never understand, but I was grateful to have her. We had been there for each other through a lot, and no matter how much we could irritate each other, we were like sisters.
“I’m starving. I wonder if Dad has a small spread ready for our arrival,” she murmured as she grabbed her stuff and glanced at . “Ready to get this party started?”
“Sure.” Shaking my head with a smile, I watched her move with excitent towards the front door. Its mahogany finish glead in the Miami sun.
Beautiful. That’s what it was.
Passing the threshold, it was as if being instantly transported to Italy. The decor embellished every inch of the Tuscan Valley, highlighting every aspect of the magical ho.
The last ti I had co here was when Tally’s parents got divorced. At that point in ti, the ho was still wildly styled to Tally’s mother’s taste.
So seeing her father’s preference brought to life was a refreshing sight.
“Daddy!” Tally scread, dropping all of her bags to the floor haphazardly as she moved towards the kitchen. “I’m ho!”
I wasn’t sure why Tally continued to act like she was five, but at the sa ti, I was too entranced with the decor to care. Carefully, I sat done my things next to Tally’s while my eyes stared at the ceiling as I spun slowly in a circle, taking it all in.
“Maybe he isn’t here,” I said as my eyes t hers once more.
“He is here. His car was in the drive, and he told he had a long eting. That’s why he didn’t et us at the airport.”
Rolling my eyes, the corner of my lip lifted into a smirk as I took a seat on one of the tall vintage barstools. There was only so much Tally-drama I could deal with, and considering we hadn’t even been here ten minutes, I would say this was a new record.
Regardless, though, I didn’t want to partake in the conversation she was about to have with him. I already knew where it would go.
“Well,” I shrugged, “maybe he took another car?”
It’s not like he is short on the money to afford it.
“This is bullshit!” Tally scread out in frustration. “He was supposed to greet as soon as I got ho.”
Ah. There she is! Princess Tally at her finest.
As my eyes cast towards the window in the kitchen, I caught sight of the Adonis-like figure swimming laps in the pool. There was no doubt in my mind who it was....
Because I already knew. Jas Valentino. Tally’s sex god of a father.
Since I was sixteen years old, I had fantasized about sneaking into her father’s room and having him force to submit. The way his fingers would grip my throat as he told I was his good girl... I knew it was wrong, but at the sa ti, it was a childish fantasy. One I never dared to share with Tally.
Not to ntion her father would never dare take advantage of a young girl.
Even if I had wanted to willingly give myself to him.
“Uh, it looks like he is getting out of the pool,” I breathed out, trying to divert my attention.
No matter how many tis I tried to take my eyes off of him, I couldn’t. He was far too breathtaking, and with droplets of water dripping down across his rippled stomach, all I could do was drool.
F*ck . Is he getting hotter the older he gets?
“What?” She gasped as she glanced in the direction I was looking. “Swimming instead of eting when I walked through the door?”
The disdain in her voice snapped out of my trance and caused to roll my eyes.
“I don’t understand what the big deal is, Tally. Who cares? We are here now, and we have an entire sumr to enjoy.”
She spun to face ; her gaze spoke volus about her unhappiness. “I know this.”
“Sooo?” I shrugged. “Then what’s the big deal?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she scoffed, “Because Daddy always greets at the door. You don’t think he has a new woman, do you?”
Laughter escapes as I stare at her in disbelief. “Seriously? That’s your go-to?”
“Well—” she shrugged in frustration, “I read online that when n change their patterns, it’s usually because of a big change... like a new woman.”
Should have seen that. It’s what happened with Chad, I ntally noted with a sigh.
I couldn’t understand her reasoning. “Would that honestly be a bad thing?”
“Yes!” she shrieked. “Oh, my god, Becca. That would be like the worst thing ever. If he wants a woman, he can get back with my mom.”
Just as the words left her mouth, the sliding glass door opened, and the hottest man I had ever laid my eyes on stepped through the doorway, dripping wet and running a towel over his head.
The Italian Stallion has arrived. God, I want to kiss his abs.
The dirty remark running through my mind caused to bite my bottom lip as my eyes scanned his body up and down. No matter how much ti passed, I still had the desire to climb him like a horse and ride him into the new year.
Maybe run my tongue across his rock hard body even... hell, I’m not picky.
“Where were you?” Tally snapped with disapproval, pulling from my delicious thoughts. “I expected to see you, and you weren’t there. I don’t understand.”
Confusion passed through his eyes as he stared at her with shock. “Sweetie, I didn’t think your flight was supposed to be here for another hour.”
“Uh–no,” she quipped. “I sent you my flight info, and I texted you.”
“You did?” he replied, picking his phone off the bar and quickly scrolling through it.
Standing impatiently, she stared at him. “Yeah, I did.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he shrugged. “I guess it slipped my mind. I’ll make it up to you.”
Smart man. Smart man.
When it ca to Tally, we both knew how to act. Because if Tally didn’t get her way, you would think World War III was breaking out due to her disregard and ltdowns.
“It’s okay,” she sighed. “Becca and I are hungry and tired. Can we order food?”
As his eyes slowly slid to , he furrowed his brow in confusion, “Becca?”
Of course, he doesn’t recognize . “Hey,” I smiled, trying not to look down.
The swim shorts were doing nothing to conceal the beast between his legs, and with my current sexual situation having been nonexistent for the past few weeks, I was horny.
Damn it, Becca. Stop thinking dirty about your friend’s dad. What the f*ck!
“You have grown up a lot, Becca,” Mr. Valentino replied, his dark, sultry gaze scanning up and down my body.
Shit. Was he checking out?!
“Yeah.” The breathlessness of my response caused to clear my throat as I quickly averted my gaze, trying to look anywhere but at him. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but if this conversation didn’t end quickly, I was going to give away my dirty thoughts by looking at his enormous cock again.
“So...” he muttered, looking between the two of us. “What are the plans for sumr?”
Before I could even get a word in, Tally started rambling off about the parties and boating trips she wanted to take. Even though I was her guest, he was already accustod to the fact we often did things apart.
“And you, Becca?” he asked, bringing back to the present. “Anything you would like to do?”
Yeah, f*ck you into oblivion.
“Um. I’m not quite sure yet. Had so rough shit happen a few weeks back, so kind of looking to relax and enjoy my sumr? Then, it’s back to school for my last year.” I smiled, nodding my head as a glint of amusent crossed his eyes.
“Oh, very nice,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “What was your degree again?”
“Statistics and Data Science,” I replied as I gazed down at my fidgeting hands.
“She’s a math nerd, Dad. You give her anything to do with numbers, and she is quick with a response. Bookkeeping and calculations and all that stuff. Kind of like you.”
Tally’s response caused to laugh before I cleared my throat, realizing I was finding amusent in her calling her dad a math nerd, basically.
“Sothing like that,” his reply was followed by the upward turn of his mouth as my gaze t his once more. I didn’t understand what was going through his head at that mont, but I was intrigued to find out.
Pulling out her phone, I watched as Tally replied to whatever text she got while smacking on the bright pink bubble gum she had consud at so point. “Shit. Becca, we need to get unpacked. Jesse wants us to et for food.”
“Oh–okay,” I said, not really looking forward to it. “I thought we were going to eat here.”
“I can order food,” Mr. Valentino said happily as he glanced between Tally and I.
“No, no,” Tally scoffed. “We are just going to go out.”
I felt bad about the situation overall. Mr. Valentino didn’t know we were going to be here so soon, and Tally was acting childish. Even if I loved her dearly, the way she was acting was unacceptable.
“Okay then,” he smiled. “It’s really nice to have you ho, sweetie. I hope we can spend so ti together while you’re here.”
The notion ward my heart and made miss my own father. But in true Tally fashion, she didn’t hold the sa sweet sentint I did.
“I’ll fit sothing in,” she replied as she made her way towards the stairs. “Can Rosa bring our things upstairs, please? I need to unpack and take a shower.”
As Tally disappeared from sight, I shook my head, jumping off the barstool.
“Thanks for letting stay for the sumr, Mr. Valentino. I appreciate it.”
His eyes drifted from where his daughter had disappeared to , and as he looked at , I couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “There is no need to thank , Becca. Also, will you please call Jas?”
First na basis? Oh, shit... Becca, stop, you’re reading too much into it.
“If that’s what you would like... Jas,” I replied softly, fluttering my eyelashes in a flirtatious manner. “I better get going. I guess I’ll see you around.”
Raising a brow, his smile never faltered as he nodded, “Oh, you definitely will.”
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