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  After We Met

  Evan Grace

  Copyright © 2019 Author Evan Grace

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  First Edition: August 2019

  Evan Grace

  Moline, IL. 61265

  www.authorevangrace.com

  Editor: My Brother’s Editor: Ellie McLove

  Interior Design and Formatting: Small Town Girl Formatting

  Cover Design: Oh So Novel

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  1. Lani

  2. Damon

  3. Lani

  4. Damon

  5. Lani

  6. Damon

  7. Lani

  Part Two

  1. Lani

  2. Damon

  3. Lani

  4. Lani

  5. Damon

  6. Lani

  7. Damon

  8. Lani

  9. Damon

  10. Lani

  11. Damon

  12. Lani

  13. Damon

  14. Lani

  15. Damon

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Stay Connected with Me

  Author Bio:

  Check out these other titles by Evan Grace

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  Dedication

  To anyone that’s found love in unexpected places

  Lani

  “Are you sure your dad is okay with me tagging along? I don’t want to get in the way of your visit.” My best friend, Molly, sits down next to my carry-on bag as I stuff my toiletries inside it.

  She grabs my hand before I can zip the bag shut. “Of course he doesn’t care. He said it’d be good if I brought someone just because he may have to run to the bar. Plus, he says that he’s pretty boring and I’d want someone to go dancing with.”

  Molly’s dad paid for my plane ticket, and when I refused to accept it, she made sure to let me know that her dad got non-refundable tickets. Molly told her dad that I’d refuse them—that’s why he did it.

  Of course he was taking a gamble that something would keep one or both of us from going.

  “Okay, I am pretty excited to swim in the ocean.”

  I’ve never really been anywhere, and I’ve certainly never been to the coast. Growing up, it was just my mom and me. I never knew my dad, and my mom sometimes had to work two or three jobs to keep food on the table and clothes on my back.

  I met Molly our freshman year at the U of I in Iowa City. We’re both elementary education students. Now we’re on spring break of our senior year. She and I are both so ready to be done and get teaching jobs. Part of the reason she wants me to go with her to Florida is that once we’re both out in the real world, one or both of us could end up moving away.

  My mom and I have had the discussion multiple times. We’re super close, but she also knows that I’ll need to go where the work is.

  “Hello?” Molly waves her hand in front of my face. “Where’d you go?”

  I shake my head. “Nowhere, just spaced out for a second. Are we taking an Uber to the airport?”

  “Yeah, I figure that way we don’t have to worry about parking.” She reaches out, grabbing one of my sable locks. “Your hair grows so fast. I’m so jealous of your curls.” She’s one to talk. My gorgeous friend has sleek sheets of auburn hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a willowy body—with great breasts.

  Me, on the other hand, I’ve got dark hair and eyes, light tan skin and I’m pretty muscular. I joined Crossfit after I gained my freshman thirty. Now I’ve got muscles and I’m fucking strong. Molly assures me all of the time that my body is still girly.

  I grab my bag and Molly stands up. We’re dressed almost exactly the same. We’re both in black leggings, long sleeve t-shirts with zipped up hoodies over them. I’m wearing a beat-up old pair of Adidas and she’s wearing Nikes.

  She orders our Uber as I carry my bag and tote out into the living room and set them down next to Molly’s stuff. Nervous anticipation fills me because I’ve never flown before, but I downloaded movies on my iPad to distract me and bought some books that I’ve downloaded on my Kindle.

  When the driver is a couple of minutes away, we lock up and head downstairs.

  It takes us about a half hour to get to the airport. After checking in and going through security, we make our way to our gate. We sit next to each other—I pull out my Kindle and she pulls out her phone.

  Molly grabs her bottle of Xanax out of her purse and breaks one in half and hands it to me. “This is a low dose. It’ll help take the edge off.”

  I take it, pop it in my mouth, and wash it down with my bottle of water. My knee bounces up and down while we wait to begin boarding. By the time we’re getting on the plane, I feel loosey-goosey. I follow Molly to our seats, and I give her the window seat because I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.

  When we’re ready to take off, I ask Molly to tell me more about her dad. I know that he and Molly’s mom weren’t married for very long, and he owns his own bar down in Key West. They had her young, and unfortunately he moved away due to his job and she didn’t get to see him as often as she’d like.

  Her dad’s supposed to be the complete opposite of her mom. Molly says he’s a free spirit and a bit wild, but a good and loving dad. I’ve seen pictures and he’s definitely hot. He looks like Samantha’s boyfriend from Sex and the City. I’m sure the women hang all over him.

  When we finally land, the sun is starting to set. I look out Molly’s window and am in awe of the view. The water looks dark blue, and I can’t wait to see it in the sunshine. As soon as the seatbelt light goes off, Molly pulls out her phone. “I’m texting Dad that we’re here.”

  I stand up and stretch my poor body—fuck me, there’s no room on these planes. Molly grabs our bags out of the overhead compartment and hands me mine. I follow closely behind her as we make our way out of the plane on to the tarmac.

  Molly screams, drops her bag, and takes off toward baggage claim. I follow much more sedately and smile as she flings herself at—who I’m assuming is her dad. He sets Molly down and I smile as I watch him hug her tightly.

  I hear her say my name, and then they turn toward me. My stomach does a little flip as he smiles at me. Oh God, I can feel my nipples hardening. What if he can tell?

  “Lani, come meet my Dad. Dad, this is my bestie, Lani. This crazy man is my dad, Damon.” Oh great, even his name is hot.

  I reach my hand out. “It’s so nice to meet you. Thank you for letting me come with Molly.”

  He grips my hand in his. I try not to stare at his beautiful face, but I can’t help it. His square jaw is covered in light stubble. His blue eyes are highlighted by beautifully long eyelashes, and he’s got lines around his eyes that just add to his gorgeousness. He’s got that dimple in his chin, and full lips I want to kiss. What?

  “I’m glad you could come and keep my girl company and you’re very welcome.” We follow him outside to his black Jeep Wrangler.

  The wind blows through my hair as we make our way toward her dad’s place. We pull up in front of the cutest little house I’ve ever seen. It’s exactly what you’d expect a house to look like in a beach town. “You girls each have your own room with a Jack and Jill bathroom in between. Your bedrooms are upstairs. Mine is on th
e main floor.”

  We step into the house and I’m immediately in love. The floors are a light wood. The walls are a light tan-ish yellow with white trim. The sofa and two chairs are the color of watermelon.

  I don’t get to look too much before he shows us to our bedrooms upstairs. Full-size mattresses fill both rooms, but Molly’s has pictures on the walls and nightstand. A teddy bear also sits on top of her bed. “I’ll whip up something for dinner while you get settled.”

  “Thanks, Dad.” Molly hugs him before he disappears downstairs. “Go get your stuff put away and get comfy. We’ll rest until dinner is done.”

  On the way into my room, all I can think is that her dad is hot and it’s going to be a long week.

  Damon

  I head downstairs, ignoring the reaction I had to Lani. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut. I’ve never in my forty-two years ever had that reaction to a woman like this before.

  Wouldn’t it just figure that she’s forbidden times two: She’s my daughter’s best friend and I’m old enough to be her father. I grab the salad out of the refrigerator and the chicken breasts I’ve had marinating all day. It’s a homemade marinade that Molly and I “invented” when she was visiting the summer after her freshman year in high school.

  We named it Monroe’s special sauce, I know… real original. It’s got red wine vinegar, olive oil, soy sauce, garlic, oregano, and it’s got a real nice tang to it. I take it out and turn on my gas grill. Once I place the chicken on the grill, I close the lid and run the bowl inside.

  I head back outside and take a drink of my beer when arms wrap around my waist. I wrap my arm around Molly’s shoulders and hug her into my side, kissing her forehead. This beautiful girl is the best thing I’ve ever done. I tried making it work with her mom, but she was jealous and never trusted me.

  Every time I had to travel and do a shoot, she’d accuse me of cheating, which I never did. It got to be too much, so when Molly was three, we split. At first, I was able to see her a lot, but when the modeling jobs started drying up, I got offered a job and worked for a short time at one of the TV stations here, but I hated it.

  I decided to buy an old run-down bar that was no longer open. It took me almost a year to get it to where I wanted it and now Molly’s is a hot spot. We’re right near the water, which makes it a tourist attraction. We’re nothing special, no gimmicks, no dance floor, but we still pack them in.

  “Oh, is that Monroe’s special sauce?” She takes a big whiff and I swear I hear her stomach growl.

  “Of course it is. I bought a couple bottles of Riesling for you. I know you said that you liked sweet wines. Tomorrow night I’m throwing you girls a welcoming party. It’s nothing big just a few friends that want to see you, and meet Lani.”

  She gives me another squeeze. “That’s great. I’ve missed you,” Molly says quietly. She’s always been a daddy’s girl even when we were far apart.

  “I’ve missed you too, baby.” Out of the corner of my eye, I find Lani standing a few feet away from us looking unsure of herself. “Lani, I hope you like chicken.”

  She walks toward us. “I do, thanks. Your home is really beautiful, Mr. Monroe.”

  “Nope, don’t call me mister, it makes me feel old.” The lights above the grill show off the pink tinge of her cheeks. “Please just call me Damon.” I look to my daughter. “Why don’t you ladies get a drink and set the table by the pool. Dinner will be ready in about five minutes.”

  Molly grabs Lani’s arm and drags her toward the house. My eyes immediately go to Lani’s ass in the little shorts she’s wearing. Fuck, her legs go on and on, and… of course she turns and catches me staring at her.

  My feet slap at the pavement as I take my morning jog. Last night we ate dinner and the girls both told me about school. My daughter did most of the talking, but Lani seemed fine with Molly monopolizing the conversation. She just sipped her wine and smiled at my daughter.

  We cleaned up, and after dinner, I slept like shit because every time I’d start to drift off, thoughts of the brunette sleeping upstairs plagued my mind. Hell, I had to jerk off when I woke up at two o’clock with my cock so hard and aching I came embarrassingly fast.

  When I woke again at seven, it was like I just didn’t come. I’ve never had issues getting a willing woman to share my bed, but I’m not sure any other woman would do right now. I reach my home and step through the back gate. I make my way inside and freeze. Lani’s standing at the counter eating a banana of all things.

  I don’t miss the quick way she peruses my body before looking away.

  “You’re up early,” I say quietly and move toward her. “Did you sleep okay?” My dick twitches when she licks her lips, looking at my chest again before glancing away.

  “I did, thank you.” She grabs the pot of coffee and holds it up. “Do you want some?”

  “Yes, thanks.” I move around her, my body brushing hers as I pull a couple of coffee mugs down.

  She pours us both a cup and hands one to me. “Today I have to go into the bar for a little bit and I figure you girls could just relax before the party tonight. Are you hungry?”

  “I could eat.”

  I’ve always loved cooking. I whip up some cheesy scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, and toast. By the time it’s all done, my daughter comes stumbling into the kitchen. “Ugh, La you’re always such an early riser.” She goes right to the coffee but not without giving me a quick hug.

  I set their plates on the island and they both sit on their stools. We’re all quiet while we eat and after I finish, I quickly put my plate in the dishwasher before disappearing into the master bath in my room.

  After my shower, I find the girls in bikinis by the pool. “Fuck,” I whisper to myself. Lani is in a tiny red bikini and her tits are practically popping out of the top. I need to get laid, that’s what I need.

  Tonight a couple of the women coming are ones that I’ve fucked before, but we’re friends. Maybe one of them will just need to spend the night with me. I’ll fuck the impure thoughts of Lani right out of my head.

  I stand on the other side of the pool. “Molly, I’m heading to the bar. I’ll see you ladies later. People are going to start showing up here around seven.”

  They both look up at me, and my eyes go immediately to Lani’s cleavage, but I look away before they realize what I’m doing. “Okay, Dad. Have fun.”

  When I pull into the parking lot of my bar, I see there are a couple of cars in the parking lot, it must be the company that I’ve hired to come deep clean the bar once a month. I step inside and find my manager and best friend, Tony, sitting at the bar with his laptop while the crew is scrubbing the floor.

  “What’s up, Tone?” I slap him on the shoulder.

  He glances up, smiling at me. “Did your daughter make it in safely?”

  I nod and grab a bottle of water from behind the bar. “It’s looking great in here. Thanks for recommending them.”

  “I’ll be at your place tonight at six-thirty to set the bar up. While I’ve got you here, can you approve payroll before I send it off?” He pushes the laptop across the bar toward me and I grab it.

  I look it over and push the laptop back toward him. “Looks great and I can’t wait for you to see how much Molly has grown and meet her friend Lani.”

  He wiggles his eyebrows. “Lani, huh? I definitely need to meet her.”

  I point at him. “You’ll stay the fuck away from her, got it?”

  Tony looks at me closely. Can he see that I’ve got too many impure thoughts about Lani? “Yeah, yeah I’ll stay away from her.”

  “Good.”

  After I check inventory, I call the manager covering tonight and the staff scheduled, making sure they’re all aware that I will be unavailable tonight and probably tomorrow. They’re a great crew and have things handled.

  I stop at Tony. “See you later and text me when you’re on the way.”

  “Will do, brother.”


  I carry a platter of California rolls out to the food table. “The food has been so delicious.” Lani stands next to me, smiling up at me. Fuck, she’s pretty. She reaches out, grabs one of them and pops the whole thing into her mouth.

  “Is it good?”

  Lani covers her mouth with the back of her hand. “Sorry, that wasn’t really lady-like.” She swallows it down. “It’s delicious.”

  My daughter gives a whoop before jumping into my pool with her dress and heels on. I shake my head because she’s such a nut. I know I shouldn’t encourage her drinking, she’s only twenty, but she’s with me and I’d never let anything happen to her.

  “She’s so crazy.” Lani giggles from beside me.

  She turns away from me and my eyes follow her fine ass as she walks away.

  “Isn’t she a little young for you?” Arms wrap around my waist and I recognize the tits pressed into my back.

  I grab Jenna’s hand and pull her around until we’re chest to chest. I smile down at the sexy redhead. Yes, this is exactly what I need—fuck Jenna until the desire I feel for Lani goes away. I lean down and kiss her plump, juicy lips. Her tongue brushes mine and my cock starts to twitch in my pants.

  I pull back. “Stick around tonight?” She bites her lip and nods.

  The rest of the night goes great except every time I look at Lani she’s watching me, or I should say watching me and Jenna—who has been hanging off my dick since I gave her the invite to stay.