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  My Bestie’s Dad

  A Forbidden Romance

  Cassandra Dee

  Copyright © 2020 by Cassandra Dee

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  To all the girls who’ve had crushes on men just a teeny bit out of reach.

  This one’s for you!

  Also By Cassandra Dee and Friends

  The Forbidden Fun Series

  My Sister’s Husband

  My Mom’s Husband

  My Best Friend’s Dad

  My Son’s Girlfriend

  My Mom’s Fiancé

  My Neighbor’s Husband

  My Best Friend’s Husband

  My Brother’s Teammates

  My Fiancé’s Twin Brothers

  The Neighbor Next Door

  My Dad’s College Friends

  My Bully’s Dad

  My Sister’s Boyfriend

  The Billionaire’s Pet

  The Soldier Next Door

  My Boss’s Father

  The Frat Boys Next Door

  My Dad’s Business Partner

  My Boss’s Husband

  My Bestie’s Dad

  Pregnant By 2 Men

  The Falling Series

  Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Beautiful Ward

  Falling for My Enemy

  The Double Series

  Double Dare

  Double Exposure

  Double Love

  Double Desire

  Double Trouble

  Double Candy Canes

  The Dirty Series

  The Dirty Hotel King

  My Friend’s Dirty Uncle

  My Dirty Professor

  The Dirty Headmaster

  Sold to Him

  His Filthy Game

  The Dirty Set-Up

  My Bestie’s Dad

  The Billionaires Club

  Sold at the Auction

  Serving Him

  Buy Me

  Virgin for Sale

  Anonymous Encounters

  The #BABYCRAZY Series

  #BABYMACHINE

  #BABYMAKER

  #BABYFEVER

  #BABYCRAZY

  In Love with Menage

  All the Best Men

  Their Secret

  It’s a Deal

  Just One Night

  Just One Night, Vol 1

  Just One Night, Vol 2

  Just One Night, Vol 3

  Just One Night, Vol 4

  The Manning Brothers

  Just One More

  Just One Inch

  Just Two Much

  Just The Tip

  The Dial-A-Date Series

  The President My Lover

  Client No. 6

  Bad Cop

  Reverse Harem

  Seven Brothers of Sin

  Six Ways to Sin

  Three Rockstars of Sin

  Shared

  Shared, Vol. 1

  Shared, Vol. 2

  Shared, Vol. 3

  Shared, Vol. 4

  The Claiming Her Series

  Claiming Her In The Ring

  Claiming Her In The Pool

  Claiming Her At The Bar

  Claiming Her As A Daddy

  Claiming Her In the Forest

  The Boss Series

  My Boyfriend’s Boss

  Pregnant by My Boss

  Pregnant by the CEO

  The His Series

  His Captive

  His Woman

  His Love

  His Christmas Gift

  Daddy Academy

  Daddy Academy

  Standalones

  Don’t Fall For Me

  Tie Me Up Daddy

  Paying My Boyfriend’s Debt

  Beg Me

  Prison Fling

  Cocky AF

  Iron Soldier

  Buck Me Cowboy

  Small Town Secrets

  The President and the Starlet

  His Baby

  Buying a Bride

  The Billionaire’s Kitten

  Closer

  Loving the Babysitter

  Daddy’s Rich Enemy

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Contents

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: My Dad’s Business Partner

  Sneak Peek: My Boss’s Husband

  About the Author

  About This Book

  I went to a depraved club and came out pregnant by my best friend’s dad.

  * * *

  Some girls have all the luck. They meet their man, get married, and start cranking out babies.

  But I’m not like that.

  I like things a little different, so I go to the place that satisfies those dark desires: The Cube.

  What we do in the club is off-limits and taboo to normal society, but it scratches an itch I have deep inside.

  Unfortunately, one night I meet a man at the Cube who takes my breath away. He’s just as dark, dangerous and twisted as me, but then his mask falls away …

  AND IT’S MY BEST FRIEND’S DAD!

  Omg, I’ve had a crush on Brent Marshall for years. And now he’s being dirty with me, his daughter’s childhood buddy.

  What do we do?

  Or more accurately, what happens when I get pregnant from our illicit encounter?

  * * *

  Hold onto your horses because Jane Cuesta is a bad girl. She’s got an innocent exterior, but the curvy girls likes things a certain way and Brent Marshall is just the man to give her what she needs. Sure, he’s known her since she was practically a baby, but that’s why it’s so forbidden … and so mind-blowingly yummy! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers. This book features characters that initially appeared in My Dad’s Business Partner, but both books are standalones and can be read on their own. You’ll love them, I promise! Xoxo, Cassandra

  1

  Jane

  * * *

  “Please tell me you’re kidding,” I sigh to Harlow. We’re sitting at her house and gossiping just like we always have. The only difference is that now, my best friend is married to Gray Jamison, CEO and former man about town. Also, her house is no regular house because it’s a mansion. The large kitchen has every convenience: waffle maker, bread maker, pasta maker, and even an espresso machine. The only thing it doesn’t have is a personal chef. I look around with some envy because I’m just glad to have my humble half-size dishwasher.

  Harlow shakes her head and her dark wavy curls bounce around her shoulders as she laughs. “It’s true. Gray can’t get enough. But it’s the same for me, so it works,” she winks.

  “Oh my god, I hate you,” I tease. “You have an insanely handsome, filthy rich husband and
two beautiful kids. But don’t you feel like you can’t breathe sometimes as a wife and mom?”

  She laughs sweetly.

  “Oh god, no. It’s awesome! If anything, I feel like I have it all. But Jane, is that how you feel? You just gave me the image of us being one of those kinky couples with a sad Fifty Shades box of toys, can you imagine?”

  My face burns and I laugh. “I, um no, I meant by the commitment of it all. I mean, we’re only twenty-five, but you have a family already. Isn’t it a lot? Our lives are so different now, Harlow. I’m still struggling to make rent every month, whereas you live in this gorgeous palace.”

  She giggles and I laugh too, except that being broke isn’t exactly fun and games. Plus, kids and a husband sound like Heaven, to be honest. It would be so satisfying because I have a motherly side that craves fulfillment. Meanwhile, my friend shakes her head with understanding.

  “I do what I want, Jane, and what I want is to play with my kids and enjoy being with Gray. It’s the best life I can possibly imagine,” she says as her dark eyes grow dreamy and content.

  “Well, I’m nothing but happy for you.”

  She giggles. “No, you’re not.”

  “Okay, okay, you got me. I’m not only happy for you because I burn with the jealousy of a thousand suns. But seriously, I mean it, sweetie. And Fannie and Freddie are so lucky to get to grow up in this gigantic house –”

  “With a few acres for a backyard—”

  “Yes, that, too,” I scowl at her while she keeps giggling at me. “How is your dad doing, by the way?” I ask innocently, hoping she doesn’t notice the abrupt change in subject.

  Harlow thinks for a moment.

  “Good. Brent’s been busy again. Kombuchaid has been making him keep some long hours for the last month. When he’s not working, he’s with one of his scrawny bimbos, and I can’t stand them. I don’t care who he dates, but we can’t even get him to come over for supper half the time. You’d think his daughter and grandkids would be an attraction!”

  The thought of Brent Marshall dating other women makes me flush with jealousy, but I make my expression stay neutral. Then I begin dreaming about Brent. I see him in his sexy suits, his chestnut hair swept off his forehead, and a smile on his lips that makes me …

  Harlow snaps her fingers. “Earth to Jane!”

  I jolt back to real life, embarrassed that I’ve been thinking about her dad.

  “Sorry,” I apologize, cheeks red. “I’ve been keeping late hours at work. It makes me easy to distract.”

  Jane looks puzzled.

  “The insurance agency makes you stay late? Shouldn’t a receptionist have more time to herself than that?”

  I smile and lie. “I’ve been doing some extra tasks around the office. Might get a promotion to office manager if I keep it up.”

  “Oh,” she nods dubiously. “Well, that would be great, right?”

  I half-smile.

  “It would be wonderful.” Of course, I’m not really working late, but I can’t tell Harlow anything about my new hobby. We’re practically sisters, but after her Fifty Shades crack, mentioning the Cube is totally out of the question.

  Then Harlow gets a curious look.

  “What about your love life, Jane? Anyone I should know about?”

  It’s like she reads my mind. Damn it.

  “Nope,” I lie through my teeth.

  Her brown eyes flicker because she knows me too well.

  “Anyone I shouldn’t know about?” she asks archly.

  “What does that mean?”

  “You have a tone.”

  “I have no tone!” I protest.

  She laughs. “You’re hiding something.”

  I make a face at her.

  “Is this how moms learn to trip up their kids? They practice on their friends?”

  “I’m not sure because I don’t have any mom friends yet,” she says archly.

  “You should work on that, Har.” I pat her hand and sip my coffee. “I understand they are vital to the mom experience.”

  She sighs.

  “It’d be easier if I had a mom friend who I am already close with,” she hints lightly.

  I pretend not to get it.

  “Yeah, I imagine it would be.”

  She mock-frowns again.

  “Are you sure there’s no one I should or shouldn’t know about, Janie?”

  “What are you talking about?” I ask innocently.

  She gives up the game and smiles. “It would be a lot easier if you were a mom soon too, then I could share all this stuff with my best girl, and—”

  I choke on my coffee as she pats my back.

  “I’m not even dating anyone, Harlow! What makes you think babies are on my mind?”

  “I see how you are with Fannie and Freddie. I see that yearning in your eye,” she explains.

  I sigh.

  “I’m busy enjoying single life and besides, and it’s not as though I have my own CEO to pay for babies and a mansion. Our lives are radically different now, Harlow.”

  She nods and admits, “Well, it’s not like everything is perfect for me. I still can’t get rid of this baby weight. I’ve put on fifty pounds from my pregnancies, and no matter what I do, I can’t get rid of it.”

  “And Gray can’t keep his hands off of you, girl. I don’t think you need to worry about it.”

  She blushes, “I guess not. But still, I had to get a whole new wardrobe and my feet are a size bigger—”

  “Oh no!” I mock her in a silly voice, “I’m still gorgeous, my sexy husband adores me, and now, I have to shop for a size 8 shoe! My life is a travesty!”

  She giggles. “You bitch. What about online dating? How’s that going?”

  I shoot her a sassy smile.

  “It’s the only way people meet each other these days. It’s perfect, like you get someone’s dealbreakers and values right up front, and it cuts the time of getting to know someone by months.”

  “And…?” she asks, eyebrows raised

  “On-line dating is terrible!” I laugh. “I haven’t met anyone worth a follow-up text since college. And there are no dateable guys at work. At our insurance agency, we cater to women and to do that successfully, you employ women. No one wants their insurance mansplained to them.”

  Harlow marvels at these revelations.

  “I know it’s only been a few years, but I already feel so out of touch with how dating is. Online dating seems like it should be easier than that because you’re just sitting at a desk, right? And your co-workers at the insurance agency must know some eligible men.”

  I make a wry face.

  “They might, but honestly, I’m just focusing on getting the office manager gig. I don’t want to screw that up by dating someone’s brother, friend, uncle, anything, you know?”

  “That makes sense,” she nods. “Wait, didn’t you have a date recently? Gerald Toomey?”

  “Harold Mooney.”

  She smiles, “Yeah, him! I remember because his name sounds like a TV character from I Love Lucy.”

  I laugh. “Well, he might as well have been. He had insane halitosis and a cowlick that makes his hair go something like this,” I hold my hand up like a fan at the back of my head.

  She laughs. “Oh, no! My poor Janie!”

  “I will not be seeing him again. I don’t even think he uses any product to tame it. Or if he does, he should use way more than what he currently has in his hair. I swear, he has an enormous brown peacock stuck to his crown!”

  We giggle companionably and I remember just how much I love Harlow. My friend is easy to adore because she’s so down to earth and real. I crave the life she has, but unfortunately, I have no idea how to get it.

  After all, Jane’s lucked out. She started dating her dad’s business partner, Gray Jamison, during a summer internship at Kombuchaid. One thing led to another, and now she and Gray are married with two adorable kids. I wish I could have a summer internship like that, except it’s too late
because I’ve already graduated from college.

  Nonetheless, the thought of that summer internship brings Brent Marshall to my mind because he’s co-CEO of Kombuchaid with Gray. It’s so wrong because Brent is Jane’s dad, yet I’ve had a crush on him for years now. Who wouldn’t? Brent is tall, dark, filthy rich, and built like a Greek God, so of course, he has tons of women after him. He’s one of Denver’s most eligible bachelors, and the designer face lift crowd has him in their sights. Besides, it’s not like he would go for a chubby twenty-five-year old insurance agency receptionist, anyway.

  After all, I’m just his daughter’s childhood best friend. He probably thinks of me like his second daughter or something similarly demoralizing. I’m sure Brent doesn’t even see me when I walk in the room, and it would traumatize him on every level if I hit on him.

  Harlow sees my melancholic expression and says, “Sweetie, cheer up. I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.”

  I manage a smile.

  “I am happy, Harlow. You don’t need to worry about me.”

  With another smile, we chat a bit more. Then I pick up my purse and say my goodbyes before heading out, happy to have spent time with my best friend again. Now that Harlow’s a mom, her life is really hectic so I’ve had to make-do with my own company a lot more. But that’s natural because everything changes.

  As I walk into my one-bedroom apartment, I toss my keys into the basket and sardonically say, “Maria, I’m home,” to my jade succulent plant. It’s a tip I read in some women’s magazine. Name your houseplant, so you have someone to talk to. It’s also supposed to head off potential burglars because if someone follows you to your place and hears voices, they’ll think you’re not alone. But much good that would do for me; anyone who watches me for even five minutes knows I’m single.