The Australian's Obsession : A Dad’s Best Friend, Curvy Girl Romance

THE AUSTRALIAN’S OBSESSION A DAD’S BEST FRIEND, CURVY GIRL ROMANCE _______________________ A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 323 FLORA FERRARI CONTENTS NEWSLETTER Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Epilogue Epilogue Epilogue Kidnapped By My Dad’s Best Friend Inking the Soldier Top Reads NEWSLETTER A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS LAIRDS & LADIES RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS INKED BY LOVE TEXT ME YOU LOVE ME Collaborations About the Author THE AUSTRALIAN’S OBSESSION This is a forever deal in the making. I intend to keep her, my best friend’s daughter. Forever… I promised my best friend I’d look after his daughter. No, Australia isn’t dangerous, but my thinking is. He’s coming here to seal a deal but the only deal I want to seal is her. Can I convince her to stay? Can I convince her to give an older guy like me a chance? A girl like her? A perfect curvy ten. I wouldn’t let her out of the house, let alone travel to the other side of the planet alone. Once I see her, I know. I know what all these years of building a property empire really mean. It means it’s all been preparing for her. For us. I thought Australia was my home but home is where she is. I want my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly. Will her father, my best friend stand in our way? Can I seal the deal of my life? Or will it all be too much for her? *The Australian’s Obsession is an insta-everything standalone insta-love romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger. NEWSLETTER Get a free, new, original story NOW by joining my mailing list and staying subscribed. CLICK HERE >> Get a FREE book now CHAPTER ONE Melissa I’m trying to tell myself the knot in my stomach is because of the turbulence, the lack of sleep, the airline food, and still not having had my ears pop, but I only feel a growing frustration mixed with my lurching butterflies. We landed an hour ago. I cleared customs and finally reached the arrivals gate for my flight to Sydney, Australia. The butterflies should be excitement. It should be because I’ve finished college and have my whole life ahead of me. The first big adventure is right now, a trip down under. As soon as I see who has promised to pick me up from the airport, I know exactly why my insides are in a twist. Mark Meyers is my dad’s future business partner and oldest acquaintance. They are buddies, best friends, or whatever men refer to themselves. He’s spent most of his time on the other side of the world with me, overhearing my dad on a video call or the phone with him. I don’t know the man at all, but my dad trusts him to pick me up and make sure I get to my hotel before he joins me in a few days. Dad stayed back a few days to sort out some “legal stuff” before coming over to seal a deal with Mark. Would I usually be nervous about meeting someone for the first time? Not this nervous. Even if I cancel out my fear of flying, traveling alone, and all my usual hang-ups, there’s only one reason I’ve felt so jittery on the long-haul flight. A part of me just sensed and knew that Mark was an older guy with more than success and a tan working in his favor. Dad semi-seriously cautioned me about “boys” and what they’re like long before he agreed to let me fly solo, but Mark’s no boy. He’s all man. My innermost fantasy of the perfect man doesn’t come close to the man I know is here for me this morning. I spot him a second before he sees me, proving to myself I don’t stand a chance of acting like a sane person once I see him in the flesh for the first time. Mark stands head and shoulders above the small crowd waiting for friends or family from the same flight. His dark, thick hair almost looks sandy from the sun until I get a few steps closer and see it’s a very handsome-looking gray. The kind of gray that shimmers in the light. His chiseled jaw flexes, and his dark, piercing eyes shift from one person to the next. His large, muscular frame is in a similar state of tension. For a businessman, I would’ve expected to see him in a suit. Being summer down here and the fact he has the body of a supermodel should explain his casual white T-shirt and chino shorts—clothes that do every inch of his toned, chiseled body justice. The man would look great in anything. Or nothing at all. Solid and muscular legs have the same all-over tan that makes him look “just right” all over. His dark brown eyes soften once they lock with mine, making me feel like a live current has been applied to the bundle of wires I’ve had growing in my gut for the past nineteen hours. I try to swallow, feeling my mouth dry up and my jaw starting to hang slack when his perfect smile lights up the whole airport—the whole world. I tell ya, a smile from a man that handsome is enough to change my expression and mood instantly. My uncertain butterflies take flight, thrilling in my chest as I feel flush. Something in his look oozes full attention. A warm, friendly face that makes me feel like he’s been saving his best smile just for me, but he must be like that with everyone. Dad’s always said he’s the nicest guy. Just a little… “obsessive” about some things. If he’s obsessed with looking