Claimed By Dad's College Friend: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 163) Read online

  CONTENTS

  Claimed By Dad’s College Friend

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

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  LAIRDS & LADIES

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  About the Author

  CLAIMED BY DAD’S COLLEGE FRIEND

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 163

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari

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

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  CLAIMED BY DAD’S COLLEGE FRIEND

  Henry

  She seems familiar to me...like I’ve known her my whole life. This woman working hard as she weaves between coffee tables is the one for me. But maybe there’s a reason she seems familiar...and maybe it has something to do with my old college roommate who I’m going to visit...

  Imogen

  I knew I’d seen him before...and now that Dad’s hot college roommate has shown up here, I know it’s fate that we’ve been brought together. I’m head over heels for the one man that should be untouchable to me...but all I want is for him to touch me back…

  *Claiming By Dad’s College Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Henry

  I didn’t come to this small mountain town looking for a woman. I’ve never been anywhere hoping to find the one. But as I’m sitting in this tiny cafe waiting for my coffee to be served, the woman of my dreams catches my eye.

  She looks familiar to me, but at the same time, I’m sure I would remember a face like hers. She’s effortlessly beautiful...even in her apron and her short black work dress, she looks like utter perfection. Her blonde hair is pinned back off her rounded face and her diamond eyes glimmer every time I see them shining in the sunlight.

  I’ve been here for five minutes and I haven’t taken my eyes off her the entire time. I’ve never been so damn attracted to a woman before. I came here with my head in the game, entirely focussed on my latest business venture...after all, this small skiing town wasn’t meant to offer me much more than money. But now, seeing her, I’ve hit a different kind of jackpot.

  My eyes roam over her body. She’s curvaceous with wide hips, thick thighs and an ass that swings irresistibly each time she walks between the tables. And I’m not the only person who’s noticed how attractive she is, clearly…

  There’s a group of men sitting in one corner of the cafe, talking louder than everyone else in the cafe combined. They’re young and handsome, the kind of men who think that every woman is desperate to fall down at their feet. They stare at her with hungry eyes, desperate for what they can’t have. It makes my hands curl into fists. Every possessive bone in my body is itching for her, to protect her, to have her for my own...I can’t stand the way those guys are looking at the woman I want. My anger juxtaposes with the sudden hardness of my cock in my pants. I’m torn between ripping her clothes off and ripping those men apart to stop them from ogling her.

  I watch as she heads over to their table with a tray of coffee. I can see she’s nervous around them too. The tray is shaking in her hands as she tries to set it down on the table. As she leans forward, her dress shifts to give me a view of her full breasts. It doesn’t escape the notice of those men either. One of them wolf-whistles and slowly moves his hand to place it on her ass. He squeezes her as the other men laugh.

  “I wasn’t expecting such a treat with my morning coffee,” the young man says, squeezing her again.

  Anger courses through me like lava in my veins. I stand up, knocking my chair over in my haste as I stride towards their table. There’s no way I’m going to let some creep get away with harassing her like that. The man looks at me in amusement while the woman edges away from him in disgust.

  “Got a problem, pal?” he asks. I snarl as I grab him by the front of his shirt, lifting him right off of his chair. He’s a big guy, but he feels weightless in my grip. He finally has the sense to look afraid as I hold him up dangling in front of me. He kicks his legs at me.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he asks, nervousness creeping into his tone. I growl in anger.

  “Oh, so you don’t like being manhandled? You can dish it out but you can’t take it, huh? How would you like for someone to grope you in plain sight, huh? You’re disgusting.”

  “Hey, man, it’s none of your business what I do!” the guy hisses in return. “Let go of me.”

  “No. You need to be taught a goddamn lesson,” I snarl as I slam my other fist into his stomach and the onlookers in the cafe gasp in shock. The young man’s friends don’t know whether to laugh or to run. I can see it in their immature gazes, but I’m not letting any of them think that their behavior is acceptable. I draw the guy up close to my face, snarling at him.

  “You deserve to rot in hell for treating women like that,” I snarl. “But you’re going to apologize right this second...or I’m not letting you go.”

  “What the hell?” the man wheezes. “Do you even know her?”

  “That’s beside the point. You’re acting like a scumbag. Say sorry or I’ll make you sorry…”

  “Alright, alright! Don’t hit me again!” the man squeals like a frightened piglet. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry that I touched you...Imogen.”

  I turn to look at the beautiful waitress. Sure enough, her name tag reads Imogen. I know that name...but in the heat of the moment, I can’t figure out where from.

  She’s watching the scene unfold with frightened eyes. She swallows nervously, stepping further away from us.

  “I want you to leave,” she says quietly as she stares at the man. “And don’t come back in here...please.”

  “You heard the lady,” I growl in the disgusting man’s face. “Get out of here, and if I see you around town acting up again I won’t be so lenient with you next time. I’ll beat you to a pulp, you little prick, you hear me?”

  I don’t know where all this sudden aggression has come from. I’m usually not a man that thinks or acts with his fists...but this man has angered me beyond belief. I won’t let him get away with treating this beautiful woman like a piece of meat. As I finally release him, setting him back on the ground, he grabs his ski jacket and practically runs from
the building. One of his friends leaves a twenty-dollar bill on the table and the rest of them follow him like loyal little lackeys.

  All of a sudden, the cafe seems all too quiet. The other customers are staring at me, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad for the way I reacted. Someone had to stand up for the waitress and no one else seemed willing to help.

  I turn back to her. She’s watching me in awe, her eyes drifting over my body. I guess she can tell I’m not from around here, my business suit straight from the city sets me apart from the rest in here, who are all wrapped up in fur coats and snow boots. Her eyelashes flutter prettily as she watches me and lust rises within me again. I want to take her up in my arms and kiss her full pouty lips. I want to clear out the rest of the cafe and take her right here on one of the tables. I want to make her mine right here and now.

  But after what she’s just been through, a man is going to be the last thing on her mind. I want to make sure she’s okay. I want to let her know she can trust me...because even after I leave this cafe, I want her to remember me. I want her to stay up at night thinking of me...the way I’ll be thinking about her. In a few minutes, she’s managed to drive my heart wild, to make me want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in this world.

  And now that my heart is set on her, there’s no way I’m letting her go.

  Imogen

  I can’t stop staring at the man who saved me from the gross guy who felt me up. He seems familiar to me, but I can’t place where I know him from. It seems unlikely that I’ve met him before, businessmen in sharp suits like him don’t come around these parts often.

  Maybe that’s why I’m so unbelievably drawn to him. Because he’s so different from the type of men I’m used to. He’s so polished, so perfectly poised with his confident posture, his sleek dark hair and his well-kept beard...he’s older than me, but I see right through the age gap, admiring how handsome he is. It helps that he’s so obviously well-built too. I can tell he’s well muscled beneath his suit.

  Why am I thinking about what’s underneath this guy’s suit? He might be my knight in shining armor, but I don’t even know him. We haven’t even said a word to one another yet, though we must have been sizing each other up for nearly a whole minute now. I lean against the counter to steady myself. This man has got me weak in the knees.

  “Thank you for saving me back there,” I tell him softly. He shakes his head, holding out his hand for me to shake.

  “It was my pleasure. I’m Henry.”

  I take his hand and shake it nervously. The electricity bouncing between our hands is enough to send my heart back into overdrive. “I’m Imogen...I’m so sorry that they ruined your morning coffee.”

  “Don’t apologize for those savages,” he growls. I love the possessiveness in his tone that I feel a blush rising in my cheeks. What’s wrong with me? I’m already fantasizing about him in a way I’ve never fantasized about anyone. I want him to take me out of this place...I want him to wrap his arms around me protectively and tell me that I’m going to be alright. I can still feel the strangers hands roaming over my body and it’s making me feel nauseous...but the thought of Henry touching me is bringing out a whole different set of feelings.

  Henry glances out of the window at the retreating figures of the men who just left the cafe. “If they give you any more trouble while I’m in town you just let me know, alright?” He takes a business card smoothly from his pocket and hands it to me. I glance at it quickly. It seems he’s the CEO of a company of sports equipment...it makes him feel even more familiar to me, for some reason. But I don’t ask if I know him. I slip the card into my pocket gratefully.

  “Thank you...I’m so sorry, let me bring you your coffee. I was getting to your order next...it’s on the house as a thank you.”

  “I’d much prefer if you’d sit with me instead,” he says smoothly, his voice a seductive purr. “Even if only for a few minutes.”

  I shake my head. “I wish I could, but the boss would kill me. I’m not supposed to take a break until lunch.”

  Henry nods in understanding. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to get you in trouble...or not that kind of trouble anyway…”

  I blush. He seems like a very confident man. And who can blame him when he looks the way he does? He must be the best looking man I’ve ever seen...and is it possible he’s actually flirting with me?

  “I’m sorry. I’d love to but I just can’t,” I tell him, trying to keep my nerves from creeping into my tone. “But perhaps another time?”

  “Yes, maybe over dinner,” Henry growls. My heart skips a beat. Does he really want to take me out, of all people? It seems that way. My cheeks feel hot.

  “Maybe,” I whisper in return. I’m too nervous to give him a solid answer. He smiles at me with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He’s got the air of a city man who can get whatever he wants...and if he wants me, then he knows for sure he’ll get me eventually. His eyes roam over my body seductively and I wish it was his hands trailing over me and not just his gaze. I want him desperately, but I have to play it cool. I’m at work, after all. He smiles at me.

  “Forget the coffee. I need to be getting off to a meeting now,” he says. “But I’m in town for a few days, maybe I’ll come back here for breakfast tomorrow, we can talk a little more then.”

  “I’d like that,” I breathe. He’s got me all riled up now and I wish I could commit to leaving here with him right now. I wish I could be a part of the lifestyle he seems to lead...the easy, laid back kind of life where saving girls and then asking them out is commonplace. I want to be the girl he saves over and over...but this is crazy. I’ve only just met him, maybe it’s the adrenaline from the situation talking. Either way, I need to stop thinking like a crazy person.

  I watch as he picks up his briefcase and straightens his suit. I lick my lips, feeling overwhelmed by the beauty of the man in front of me. He smiles at me one last time and I know that his smile is going to be etched in my mind forever.

  “I’ll see you around, Imogen,” he says, then he leaves the cafe, bringing in a cold gust of air as he opens the door that makes me shiver in delight.

  I can barely believe what just happened. We just shared a moment so erotic and so exciting to me that I can still feel my body still trembling. I want him so badly that I’m half tempted to run out after him. I tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear, still leaning against the counter with a blush rested on my cheeks. He’s rendered me useless now...maybe I won’t come back to life until I see him again.

  But I know it’s unlikely he’ll show his face again. Maybe he flirts with every woman he comes across in a town like this. He makes us remember him like some dream you just can’t shake off...and then he goes back to the big city, leaving us here with our hopes of true romance in a town where we’ve already met every potential man available. It’s a cruel thought that this might be it...he might never cross paths with me again. I suddenly feel exhausted and miserable. I’ve got six more hours until my shift is up and every single second is going to be filled with thoughts of him.

  I finish up my shift and head out into the cold, hoping the freezing weather might sober up my thoughts of romance and sex. I haven’t stopped thinking about Henry all day. Each time the door opened, I’d look up in the hope that it was him returning to speak with me again. Every man that walked past the cafe had my attention as I craned my neck to see if it was him. But it never was. As I trudge home to my father’s house, I resign myself to the thought that the moment is over. I won’t see him again, he’ll have forgotten all about me by now. Some desperate part of me considers taking out his business card and calling him, but what would I say? I can’t exactly ask him out...and I’m certainly not going to play the damsel in distress again just to get his attention. I have more pride than that even if I’m desperate for him, I have to try and forget that he even exists.

  The house is warm when I arrive. I hang my jacket and scarf just as my father walks through to meet me at th
e door.

  “Ah, Imogen, you’re home. I forgot to mention to you this morning, but we’ve got a guest for a few days.”

  I frown. “We do?”

  “Yes, I invited my old college roommate to stay with us while he’s in town. He’s here on some business and I thought it would be nice for us to catch up on old times. Come through and say hello.”

  I have no interest in meeting Dad’s boring old friend from college, but I do as he asks out of politeness. I walk through to the living room, fixing a smile on my face to get the pleasantries over with. But when I see the man who is waiting for me on our couch, my heart plummets straight to my stomach.

  “Imogen, I’d like you to meet Henry!”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Henry

  I can barely believe my eyes. The beautiful woman I met at the cafe is standing right in front of me in my old friend’s house. I feel anger coursing through my veins at the thought that she might be taken...and by the man who I’m meant to be staying with.

  I was foolish to think she wouldn’t be taken. Of course a beautiful young woman like her already has a man...but why does it have to be him? Oscar has been my friend for so long that it seems impossible that I could be this angry at him but if he’s stolen my chance at being with the only woman I’ve ever wanted then I don’t think our friendship will ever recover.

  “I’ve been telling Imogen all about you for years, Henry. She loves hearing about all our old antics, don’t you honey?”

  “Dad, come on.”

  I blink. Dad? It suddenly clicks. Imogen isn’t Oscar’s wife...how could I have been so stupid? I was invited to Henry’s wedding over twenty years ago and wasn’t able to attend because of a work venture, but I knew his wife’s name wasn’t Imogen. She was probably only a child at the time. And maybe he even mentioned his daughter’s name once. I feel as though I could sink through the floor at my idiocy. I let my obsession with Imogen overcome my sense.