67: Zhara-Hidden Desire With My Dad's Best Friend- Dreame

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I held the phone and then shut my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I typed all I felt like I should.

I read the whole text again and I could feel anger shooting up my spine. I swallowed hard and then I wiped it out.

I just couldn't send the message so I stopped and dialed my father's number instead.

"Holy f**k," I muttered under my breath when the call kept diverting. "Not now. Pick up the f*****g call!"

I just needed to speak to him— to vent and pour out every single thing that I wanted to say to him.

I waited for the call to connect but it never did and just kept going to voicemail.

"If it's important, leave a text. I'm probably busy at the moment."

"f**k s**t!!!" I yelled and ran my fingers through my hair. I was now breathing hard and all the anger inside me welled up.

"You can't even pick up the……

67: Zhara