Chapter 1
Boys line up for her at college, waiting for her to arrive and rate their level of attractiveness. Even if she doesn’t date them, if she deems them desirable, their prospects open up, it comes with the power of popularity, even if she doesn’t care for it.
So far Ranbir is the only one who even got close to a nine.
“Why not a 10?” Her friend, Dimpy asked.
“Because 10/10 I’ve already given to my dad, he’s the perfect man.” And unfortunately the only man she cannot have.
For as long as Rhea can remember she has been in love with her father.
Abhishek Prem Mehra, the Rockstar turned businessman, even in his fifties, he has 19 year old girls her age, throwing themselves at him, fan-girling over him.
She hated it. Her daddy was only hers, not theirs. She couldn’t help but feel possessive over him, it was irrational she knew.
But it was his fault for spoiling her, for setting her standards for men impossibly high with his coddling. It had always just been him and her. She didn’t remember her mom, her mom had left when she was just a baby. Each other was all they had.
He was her daddy and she was his princess, as simple as that.
But nothing about Rhea’s feelings were simple, it would be so much easier to not want him if he had a receding hairline and a pot belly like most Indian fathers, but he had neither.
Instead she found herself wanting to run a hand through his jet black tousled hair on more than one occasion. And his body- oh God his body, she eyed those six pack abs the few times he came out of the shower with nothing but a towel on, imagining what it would be like to lick the droplets running down his caramel skin with her tongue- even wishing more than once that the towel would give away and she would be awarded the view of his cock to aid her fantasies, when she was getting herself off, three fingers deep in her pussy, rubbing her clit, thinking of him, calling his name into the night…
“Hey, where are you lost?” Dimpy’s voice cut her daydreaming short, she could feel her wet underwear sticking to her heated center at just the thought of him-.
“Nowhere, let’s get to class.” She turned on her heels, ducking her head, blush evident even on chestnut cheeks, an undertone of embarrassment and guilt.
He was her father, she shouldn’t be having such thoughts of him, shouldn’t be mastubating imagining him in her bed, but she was and she couldn’t stop her fantasies no matter how hard she tried.
But fantasies are all she’ll ever have, it will never be reality.
Or will it?
