Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend Read online S.E. Law (Blackmail Fantasies #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blackmail Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
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Blackmailing My Dad's Best Friend (Blackmail Fantasies #1)

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S.E. Law

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English
Book Information:
My dad’s best friend has something that I want, and I’m not above a little blackmail to get it!
Renee:
I’ve never been a good girl. Let’s just say that trouble always seems to find me no matter where I am. So when my dad’s gorgeous best friend walks in the door, the choice is easy.
Kane’s got something I want. It makes me toss in bed at night just *thinking* about it. And I’m not above blackmailing him to get it.

Kane:
The last time I saw Renee, she was just a tiny thing with cute little pigtails and knee socks. But now, all I can imagine is Renee in a *compromised* position. It’s so wrong to be thinking of my best friend’s daughter like this.
But when the curvy girl decides to blackmail me, it all goes downhill fast. Because Renee doesn’t realize that I’m an OTT alpha male who doesn’t play games. And like it or not, I’m putting my baby in the curvy girl’s belly!
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Blackmail Fantasies Series by S.E. Law

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S.E. Law



1

Renee

My brown eyes stare at the clock on the wall, watching it tick slowly. The small hand struggles to make it to 2:45, and I tap my pen impatiently, wanting the school day to be over already. I peek down at the doodle I created on my notebook as Mrs. Miller drones on about yet another war. That’s all history class is—talking about wars, politics, and the downside of humankind. How depressing.

My teacher’s monotonous voice causes an involuntary groan to slip from my lips, making the entire class turn around and stare at me.

“Am I boring you, Miss Linwood?”

Mrs. Miller says “Miss” with a lisp, probably due to her huge overbite.

“Um sorry, no?”

My response comes out more as a question than a statement. Snickers are heard around the room, and my best friend, Chastity, smacks my arm in warning.

Mrs. Miller is not amused as she places her hands on her hips. I knew I should have skipped her class today. The bell rings, and everyone jumps out of their seats, thankfully blocking Mrs. Miller’s view of me and saving me from the laser beams that are about to shoot from her eyes.

“Renee, you really should start paying attention,” Chastity shakes her head at me as I gather my books and throw them in my backpack.

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes and follow behind her.

But just as I’m about to stroll out of the classroom, I hear my name being called.

“Miss Linwood, can I have a minute?”

“I’ll wait for you by the flagpole,” Chastity whispers, shooting me a sympathetic look. “Good luck.”

I plod over to Mrs. Miller’s desk reluctantly. Glaring up at me, she leans back in her chair and places her hands under her sagging breasts. This woman needs to be introduced to a push-up bra and a dentist.

“Yes, Mrs. Miller?” I ask, wanting to get the lecture over with.

“Do you know that I can probably count on one hand how many times you’ve actually been to class this semester?”

“Oh really?” I try to appear vague and confused.

“Renee,” she huffs. “You’re a senior. Do you want to fail my class and not graduate?”

I want to tell her that I don’t really care about school or about graduating, but my father pops into my mind. Daddy would be devastated if I dropped out of school and didn’t get my diploma. He’s already picked out a handful of colleges for me to look at, and I hate to disappoint him.

I sigh heavily.

“What can I do?” is my defeated question.

Mrs. Miller’s eyes gleam brightly.

“Write a one-thousand-word essay on the Prohibition era to start with. Due by the end of the month,” she announces.

Oh god, I don’t want to do this. I’m already so busy, but slowly I nod my head.

“Okay,” I say. Mrs. Miller nods with a satisfied smile on her face.

“You need to get your head out of the clouds, Miss Linwood. Creating doodles on notebook paper isn’t going to get you through life.”

Mrs. Miller’s unsolicited advice angers me to no end. I duck my head and mumble something that’s incomprehensible before hurrying out of the classroom and down the hallway, which is now empty. Good. Hopefully I got out of there before she realized how little I think of her, and of school in general.

After all, the only passion I have in life is art, and it seems the world I live in doesn’t support any kind of future that’s artistic. All my teachers want to cram down my throat is numbers, facts about the past, and other useless information the Board of Education forces us to learn. But art classes are optional and you can only take one class per semester because of all the other required courses. Blegh.

Last year, I couldn’t even take an art elective because I was forced to take an SAT prep course instead. I had been unbelievably pissed, to say the least. The only class I look forward to each semester was taken away from me, all to prepare for a stupid test to help me get into college. But the problem is, I don’t even really want to go to college, much less apply.

I quickly march toward the staircase, my fringe boots clicking on the tiled floor as I hurry down the stairs like I’m trying to escape a fire that’s filling my high school. Sometimes, I wish a fire would consume this hell hole I hate so much.

After all, when I’m in this place, an overwhelming sense of suffocation consumes me. The walls confine me, the teachers want to control me, and my peers annoy me with their immaturity and pettiness.

As soon as I push the door open, fresh air fills my lungs and sunshine warms my face. A sense of freedom relieves me of the burden I’d felt when I was inside the building. I jog toward the flagpole, where Chastity is waiting for me with her long, beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind as if she’s in a Pantene commercial.

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