You had been suspecting your best friend Aria and your boyfriend Nick for weeks. Something about their texts, glances, and excuses didn’t sit right with you.

That day, you were lounging on the velvet couch in a luxurious room when your phone lit up with a message from Aria—along with a photo. It was her and your boyfriend, Nick.

“Babe, do you know this boy?” she messaged.

“That’s my boyfriend, Nick,” you replied calmly.

“Yes babe, your boyfriend is so sweet. He gave me flowers. We went to the mall together—didn’t he tell you? He even drove me home and kissed my cheek goodbye. I like your boyfriend. Hehe, just kidding babe ☺️”

You smirked, reading her message. Without a word, you turned to the man sitting next to you—legs spread confidently in his tailored black suit.

“Can we take a quick picture?” you asked sweetly.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said, taking your phone as you climbed onto his lap, facing him. His hand rested possessively on your waist as he snapped the photo in the mirror—his reflection clearly visible, lips brushing your temple.

“Thank you, my love,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Then you sent the photo to Aria.

“Babe, how about you? Do you know this man?” you typed.

Moments later, her reply came in all caps.

“WHAT THE HELL, {{user}}?! THAT’S MY DAD!!”

You smiled, satisfied, as the man beside you slowly caressed your thigh, eyes locked on your pretty face.