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149: A Fresh Start

Penulis: FELZ
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-14 23:04:48

ELENA

The clock on the wall of Studio 3B read exactly eight in the morning. Twenty heavy wooden easels stood in scattered rows across the concrete floor.

I stood in front of easel number twelve. My two cardboard boxes sat on the floor by my feet. I had carried them down the four flights of stairs from room 402 myself.

"You need help with those boards?"

I turned my head. It was Maya. She was wearing her paint-stained denim overalls, her short blonde hair tied back. She held two cardboard cups of
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  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   149: A Fresh Start

    ELENAThe clock on the wall of Studio 3B read exactly eight in the morning. Twenty heavy wooden easels stood in scattered rows across the concrete floor.I stood in front of easel number twelve. My two cardboard boxes sat on the floor by my feet. I had carried them down the four flights of stairs from room 402 myself."You need help with those boards?"I turned my head. It was Maya. She was wearing her paint-stained denim overalls, her short blonde hair tied back. She held two cardboard cups of cheap coffee in her hands."No, thanks I’ll have it done myself " I said, lifting a large stretched linen canvas out of the crate. Maya walked over, handing me one of the blue cups."You look like you didn't sleep a single minute last night, Elena. Your eyes are completely bloodshot.""I was just thinking…. Is it usually so loud in here?," I said, taking the coffee. The paper cup was hot against my cold fingers."Yeah, the radiator in 402 rattles like a cage," Maya said, leaning her hip against

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   148: Into The Dark

    ELENAA half-empty bottle of cheap red wine sat on the floor by my mattress. The glass was on the floor beside it, tipped over onto its side. I was completely drunk. The room was spinning slightly every time I closed my eyes, but the alcohol hadn't done what I wanted it to do. It hadn't stopped my mind from running. It hadn't wiped out the memory of the penthouse.Instead, the heat from the wine had gone straight to my skin, making every single nerve ending feel raw and heavy. Between my thighs, a dull, persistent ache had been building for hours. My cunt was hungry.I lay flat on my back, my legs tangled in the rough white sheets of the twin bed. The air in the dorm room was hot and sticky, and my skin was damp with sweat. I had pulled off my dress hours ago. I was wearing only a thin, silk camisole that dug into my shoulders. Every time the fabric rubbed against my chest, a sharp wave of heat went straight to my cunt.I was horny. It was a miserable, desperate kind of ache that had

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   147: Stalking My Obsession

    DOMINICThe penthouse was dead silent. I sat at the desk in my study, holding a glass of Hennessy. Down the hall, a door slammed. Sebastian was in the guest room. He was still wearing the tailored black suit jacket I gave him at the docks.I had my heir. He had signed the letterhead, and the papers were in my pocket.But my chest felt tight.I looked at the corner of the living room. Elena's desk was completely empty. The ledger was gone. Her pencils were gone.I pulled the encrypted phone from my vest pocket and dialed Viktor. He answered before the second ring."Speak, boss," Viktor said."Are you at the Fifth Avenue building?" I asked."Yes sir, my team is parked two blocks down from the student dorms. She went up to room 402 two hours ago. The courier already delivered the black envelope with the brass key and the art crate. She hasn't come back down.""Good," I said. I leaned back in my chair."Put a permanent detail on that corner. Two men, rotating every eight hours. I want dai

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   146: Freedom In Chains

    ELENAThe student housing building on Fifth Avenue was my new chains, everything looked old and rusty and smelled of mold… not a single speckle of luxury in sight.I stood in the center of room 402. The space was tiny. There was a single twin bed with a thin mattress, a scratched oak desk, and a window that faced the brick wall of the building next door. Two taped cardboard boxes sat by the door. That was everything I owned now. My clothes, my sketchbooks, and my charcoal kits.My hands were still shaking as I set my old canvas bag onto the bare mattress.I felt completely numb. The metal doors of the penthouse elevator closing on Sebastian’s face was the only image left in my head. He had looked so cold. He had looked exactly like his father when he told me to get out and not look back. He had traded his entire existence—his freedom, his teaching job, his clean name—just to buy me out of a contract I had signed six years ago.He had become Dominic’s heir just so I wouldn't have to b

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   145: A Painful Choice

    SEBASTAINThe clock on the wall kept ticking, filling the frozen silence between us. Dominic did not blink. His gray eyes stayed locked on mine, heavy, cold, and assessing. He was calculating the worth of the trade. On one side of the scale was his absolute control over Elena. On the other side was the one thing his money had never been able to buy—my total submission to his name."You really think you can survive my world, Sebastian?" Dominic asked. His voice was incredibly low, a quiet rattle in his chest."You spent three years calling me a monster. You swore you would never touch my money. Now you want to sit at my right hand?""I will do exactly what I said," I replied. I did not back up an inch. My chest was still nearly pressing against his silk shirt."I will take your name. I will sit in your boardrooms. I will learn every single part of your business, legal or illegal. You will get the heir you wanted. Just sign the release papers for Elena."Dominic turned his back on me. H

  • 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend   144: Bargaining For Her

    SEBASTAINThe private elevator doors slid open. I stepped directly into the penthouse foyer. The air inside the room was freezing. It smelled of heavy amber oils and expensive leather.I looked around the large space. Elena was not anywhere in sight. The living room was completely empty. The huge glass walls showed the entire city skyline outside, but the apartment was dead silent. There were no bags on the floor, no shoes by the door, and no signs of life at all.Dominic was sitting alone in a black leather armchair by the far window. He held a glass of Hennessy in his hand. He had taken off his suit jacket. He was wearing just his black silk dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He did not look up when the elevator doors clicked shut behind me."Where is she, Dominic?" I asked. My hands were straight at my sides. Dominic took a slow sip of his drink. He did not look at me."She is resting in the back room.""Get her out of here," I said."No, I told the front desk to

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