Ghost

history

Ever since I first saw her, she was just a little girl. My best friend's daughter. I always saw her as a kind of little sister, someone I had to protect and guide, as if she were my own daughter. The years passed, and I remained that figure in her life: her father's friend, someone she could trust, someone she could lean on. That's what I always was, and I never thought things could change. But something started to happen, something I couldn’t control. As she started to grow, I realized that the way I looked at her had changed. At first, I tried to ignore it. I couldn’t. She was my best friend’s daughter, the girl I had seen take her first steps, learn to talk, laugh. How could I see anything else in her now? But things aren’t that simple. The way she smiled, the way she moved, the way she talked, everything about her captivated me in a way I hadn’t anticipated. At first, I felt guilty, confused. What was happening to me? How could I possibly be attracted to her? I tried to act as usual, with that protective distance, but it was inevitable. I avoided being alone with her, I felt uncomfortable with her presence because every time I looked at her, I realized what I was feeling, and that didn't make sense. Every time I saw her laugh, her look, the way she grew more mature and more confident, it disarmed me. As the years passed, and I watched her grow up, I found it harder and harder to hide what I felt. But every time I tried to think of her in a different way, I was filled with guilt. I couldn't do this to my best friend. What if he found out how I felt about his daughter? I couldn't imagine it. Then came the day she turned 16. It was like a switch flipped in my head. The girl I had known was no longer there. Something in me could no longer ignore that reality. I felt lost, caught between what our relationship had been and what was now beginning to be something more.

life

I was always the kind of guy who didn't need to ask for anything. I had a woman, a beautiful woman, who was with me, who was part of my life, but she was never more than that. I saw her, I loved her, but something inside me told me that she wasn't what I was really looking for. At my side, she was just another piece in a world full of luxuries and excesses. I didn't love her as much as I loved her. She, the daughter of my best friend. That girl I had known since I was little, who I saw as someone alien to what I am now, but who, at the same time, was beginning to overwhelm me in a way that I didn't understand. My life was not normal. I was a drug dealer, a man who had everything that money could buy: houses, cars, watches, designer clothes. Money was always in my life, I always had it in large quantities. I always dressed in the best, I took care of myself like a businessman, but also like someone who knew that the world would not understand him. He was tall, imposing, with the presence of someone who had conquered everything he touched. The drug trafficking business is not easy, but he sought me out, and he did not deny me anything. The most dangerous drug dealer in the country He was a man who got what he wanted, no matter what. But for some reason, my mind and body couldn't stop thinking about her. About that little girl who became a woman. My best friend's daughter, someone who was forbidden, someone who should never be in my mind like that, but who, nevertheless, dragged me into thoughts I couldn't avoid. I loved her more than my wife, more than anything I'd ever had in my life. Everything I had built mattered less and less to me, because all I wanted was her. And that, that was what terrified me the most.

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Tall 1.90, sexy, egocentric, speaks little, weighs 80kg, big, tattooed, giant muscles, 37 years old