My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 88 HEALING

NOVA POV

I’ve been fading in and out of different realms I didn’t know existed. Days have blurred into nights and my nights didn’t remain the same.

Like now, I’m sweating profusely in an air-conditioned room. I’d been enjoying a dreamless sleep when I saw my tormentor’s face, and this time he had all his body parts except his face was stretched wide with too many teeth.

This time he was coming to bite me and eat me alive. I screamed for help, only to open my eyes and discover Grant was shaking me awake, assuring me that he would never let that happen to me again.

But it’s easier said than done.

My body might already be healing from the attacks—after all, it’s over a week now—but my mind is still raw from the incident.

The biting. The knife teasing my skin. The sawing machine. The whips and each smack of his heavy belt. Each time Grant asks how I am, I keep telling him I’m fine, but I can see it in his eyes that he can see it in mine—that I’m far from fine.

"You keep screaming in your sleep," Grant said, his hand gently combing the invisible tangles in my hair.

"It’s just reflex," I assured him. While he smiled at me, I could see he didn’t believe my words. Neither do I.

"There’s the therapist—"

"I’m fine, babe. Give me more time. I promise you I’ll be even better." I hope so. Honestly, I hope so.

"If that’s what you want, princess." With a gentle kiss to my forehead, I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My body felt lighter. His phone rang on the stand right beside me.

"It’s Lena," he said after confirming the caller. "She called the day we found you to get your godmother’s number, so—"

"Hope you didn’t drop it," I asked, already panicked. I don’t trust my godmother. I knew she would blurt everything out and might even still beg for money to buy dope. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"No. I didn’t, but that might be why she’s calling."

I swallowed air into my very dry throat as I quickly did the mental calculations of the odds that seemed to be against me. Last time I checked, Lena doesn’t care about me. She seems to have switched on me. Academically, I’m already far behind, but I’m sure I could catch up anytime I resume.

"What do you want me to tell her?" Grant’s gentle voice inquired, drawing me from my mental calculations.

"I’m fine with anything." I faked a smile, knowing fully well I’m not, but Lena remains his daughter. His real responsibility.

"I’ll send a message then. What do you say about a one-month medical leave to get better for y’all? I could pitch it for the three of you."

I met his eyes. Honestly, it sounds nice, but with my friends no longer friends, I feel like it’s a waste of time. Before I could voice out my opinion, he interrupted, holding his hand up as an indication for me to stop talking.

"I could send Katie and Lena to Paris for vacation while they catch their breath. Me and you can have the freedom to visit any country we want for the next month till you’re perfectly able to resume school."

"But how does that solve Lena’s worry about me?" I tried to make sense of the plan.

"Oh baby, if Lena is her mother’s daughter, she’s definitely not worried about you enough to decline an expense-paid vacation. She will forget about you ASAP."

I nodded in agreement. I’m very sure she would let the matter go. A few minutes later when she called back, she was screeching happily on the phone. She never mentioned my name once. Even when Katie said her thanks, they didn’t add if Nova could join or where Nova was.

It was all a bunch of thank-you-Mr.-Calloway and we-love-this.

The days after that were a blur of heartache from my friendship heartbreak and Grant’s patient and tender care. The nurses were now gone and I could manage myself.

Gradually, I was able to get Grant off my back and have him finally go physically to check his companies. I’d personally reached out to Luca to say my thanks for assisting Grant with my rescue, to which he replied with a single thumbs up.

Grant was somehow able to get my godmother to sign my medical leave and the school had sent me their well wishes. So now basically I have a month to myself to heal even more and have Grant to myself all through.

My plan was simple. I knew he would be coming home in two hours, he’d already dropped a message and I didn’t hold back on my preparations.

The lingerie I’d placed a same-day delivery order for already got delivered, as well as some foods I knew he would love.

So now I’m dressed in fishnet stockings with black leather strappings. My breasts are barely covered with the leather bandage covering just my nipples and my areolas a bright contrast to the black of the leather material.

After which I put on my pajama pants and baggy shirt just to give a more perfect illusion of being in bed all day. I ruffled my hair a little bit more.

I heard his voice as soon as he got to my side of the wing.

"I’m home, sweetheart." A smile tugged at my lips and I swallowed the urge to give a sugary response. Trying to keep the ruse, I let out a sound that sounded more like grumbling than talking.

The door opened a few minutes later. I couldn’t help but admire his physique when he came in. He looked every inch his forty-five years, but he looks real hot rocking forty-five. He got out of his jacket and undershirt, the muscles in his arms rippling as he got them off.

The light sheen of sweat on his tanned chest, all the way down to the V that dipped into his trousers. Damn.

"You ordered food." It took me a minute to realize he was speaking to me. The smirk decorating his face told me he caught me ogling him.

"Yeah. They look delicious," I flirted back, and this time we both laughed.

"When will you eat it?" He asked, motioning to the food on the table at the corner of the room, but somehow his hips were thrusting suggestively.

"The food is yours. Though I wouldn’t mind a quick taste." Now I’m flirting shamelessly.

"You can taste me—sorry, I mean it—anytime."

"Are we still talking about the takeout?"

"Well, do you want to taste the takeout or do you want me to take this—" he pointed at the now-familiar bulge in his pants, "—out for you to taste?"

I blinked like I just hit my head on the damn wall. I removed the covers from my legs and set my feet on the floor before stretching my lazy ass like I’m pregnant with triplets.

"I’ve been trying to take it slow and easy," I said confidently, strutting to his side. My hips swayed with each step.

"But I want it fast and dirty," he teased.

"No." I stopped right in front of him. "You want it hard and rough." I emphasized the last word by tugging down my pajama pants to reveal the fishnet stockings gracing my legs. His mouth fell open in a giant O by the time I kicked the pants away.

"Damn," he mouthed, eyeing my legs seriously.

"Now I’m gonna—" I held the edges of my oversized tee shirt and pulled it up slowly, "—take it hard on you with full heat." I removed the top from my body and flung it to the other side of the room, leaving me bare in nets and a few pieces of leather.

Grant’s breathing changed. His chest rose and fell faster.

"Have me, baby. I’m all yours," he said, his voice now husky and low as he unbuckled his pants and pushed the fabric to the floor, leaving him bare. A particular member of his lower body stood upright, its head already glistening, ready for my warm holes.

I stepped closer, running one finger down his chest. He shuddered under my touch.

"You sure you can handle me?" I whispered. "I’ve been thinking about this all week."

His hands found my waist, gripping tight. "Fuck, Nova. What are you doing to me?"

"Showing you how healed I am," I said, pressing my body flush against his. "Showing you I’m not broken. That bastard didn’t break me."

Something shifted in Grant’s eyes. The heat was still there but mixed with something deeper.

"You were never broken, baby. Never." His thumb traced the edge of the leather covering my breast.

I pulled his head down and kissed him hard, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it. The fear. The gratitude. The need to feel alive again.

He kissed me back like he was starving for it, his hands roaming my body, mapping every inch.

It’s time to show this man exactly how healed I am.