she lay curled into the warm side of her best friend.

thinking of the dreadful act she had just completed with her best friends brother, yet somehow, she couldn't stop herself from the state of euphoria and pleasure she was in.

the pleasure came slowly in waves of ecstasy, rolling over her body. it was warm and it was good, and she wouldn't give it away for anything in the world.

but the nudging thoughts of having to return to her own house the next morning, bugged her.

she never liked it at home, although she was grateful.

as the thoughts continued to grace her mind and her body still quivered in the recurring pleasure, she slowly felt herself drift into a deep comfortable slumber.

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the next morning, poor evangeline was greeted with someone terrible news from her mother.

if only she didn't pick up her phone when it rang.

"eva, i'm going to florence and you're coming with me, that's the end of story."

"but mother, i have school, you know it's an important year for me"

"and i don't care, i can't trust you to stay alone at home by yourself, god knows what you would get up to."

"what if i don't stay home?"

"what will you do, live on the streets?" her mother chortled at the simply preposterous idea.

"i could stay with lucinda, she would be more than happy to let me stay with her for the next while."

"heaven no! you will not be staying with that irreverent tart!"

"mother please, i stay here most of the time anyways"

"indeed you do, i suppose you can stay on one condition."

evangeline hums in response.

"harry must be there to supervise you, and make sure you don't get up to anything innapropriate."

evangeline smiles lazily, oh the irony.

"certainly mother, oh thank you! thank you."

"anyways eva i'm going to start packing now, i do love you. stay safe"

"bye mother, love you too" she sighs, hanging up the phone.

thinking quickly, she realises that she hasn't even asked cindy to let her stay over, how rude!

she rolls over her best friend, poking her in the cheeks until she grumbles a sullen "what do you want this time"

"can i stay over for a week, pretty please"

"sure loser, but you're on dish duty"

"got it" she smiles kissing lucinda on the cheek and getting off her, so her poor best friend can fall asleep again.

deciding it best to get up and get dressed, she stomps all the way up to lucinda's room to look for an outfit, she settled on a white cropped turtleneck sweater and a pair of vintage high-waisted denim shorts, and her best friends small gucci belt. she looks quite good, if she didn't say so herself.

slipping on some fuzzy socks, she slips down the stairs and through the living room and finally into the kitchen. where she is greeted by the greek god himself.

"angel." he speaks slowly

"harry" to which he responds with a tsk sound, shaking his head.

"what did you call me darling"

she flushes lightly, "sorry i meant daddy"

"good, but i have to leave for work now, come give daddy a goodbye kiss"

she trots naively up to him, looks up into his sea foam irises, rises up onto her toes and presses her soft lips upon his own.

during this kiss, her playful nature comes out as she decides it necessary to try and retract from the kiss.

pulling her back into him, he reaches down and spanks her, just so she knows he doesn't want her doing that.

finally the passionate kiss ends, leaving evangeline stunned and harry walking with a partial hard-on out the door.

she stood awestruck in the middle of the kitchen floor, all hazy, all weak from what the man could do to her.

with only a gaze from him she was already at her knees, the more he touched her, the more she felt herself falling under his spell.

but she knew that she couldn't, for her best friend would surely kill her if she found out.

or

she would support them and cherish the relationship, helping to hide it from the outside world until illegality was no longer a problem.

but the latter option was highly unlikely, and that kind of made her sad. but she could understand why it had to be this way.

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