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Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 93
JORDANThirty minutes later I’m sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of bourbon that barely registers as a burn anymore. It’s smooth, almost too smooth, and I’m already debating whether I need something stronger.Maybe tequila. Something that’ll hit fast and hard, numbing everything so I don’t have to think or feel.But of course, I think about her anyway.The logical part of me knows I should accept her decision. Let things be. This was always supposed to be short-lived, just something casual, nothing serious.I told myself that from the start, and now that Peter is coming back, it’s better to end things before he finds out. Before things get messy.That’s the sane and logical thing to do.But my traitorous mind isn’t interested in logic. All I can think about is Astrid; her body, voice, her smile, the way she looked at me that night when she said she loved me. I know she meant it.But then today… No, there’s no way she never loved me. I saw it in her eyes and felt it in the way she g
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 92
JORDAN"You want to try telling me that nothing is going on between you and Astrid?" Nelson says, leaning against the doorframe with his usual smirk.One word. Nelson is insufferable. Should have known he wasn’t going to let it slide. Apparently, he caught me a few times staring at Astrid during the meeting and now he’s trailed me back to my office. “What do you mean?”Nelson raises a brow, which translates to I’m not buying the bullshit.“Come on, tell me.”I let out a tired sigh, already regretting not locking the door behind me. "Nothing is going on," I reply flatly, loosening my tie as I take a seat.Nelson raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Because from where I was sitting, it looked like you were seconds away from vaulting over that table, tackling the girl, and doing all sorts of dirty things with her."He waggles his eyebrows, enjoying himself immensely. “You have quite the imagination. You should consider being a writer, it suits you more than your current pro
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 91
ASTRIDJordan hook one of my legs on his waist, and then he skims his fingers up my quivering thighs, beneath the hem of my gown, traveling up, until he reaches the silky barrier of my panties.He presses two fingers against my panties, which is soaked with arousal, all from sucking him off. “You’re fucking drenched,” he murmurs. He lightly rubbed me through the panties. I growl, loving the feel of his hand. “So I take it you are starving?”“Yes.” He grins and winks. “And I know just the way to satisfy your hunger.”Jordan scoops me in a bridal style and carries me to the dining table and then he disappears into the kitchen and then returns with a whip cream.A shiver rum down my spine in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me.Jordan tugs off my gown in one smooth movement, trailing his tongue down the valley of my breast to my navel.He pours some cream on my navel and begins to suck while he trails his fingers down my fold.“Jordan…” I moan softly. He slides my panties o
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 90
ASTRIDJordan wants to cook for me. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he were cooking me instead. Nope, scratch that, he’s already cooking me alive just by standing there, looking hotter than the damn sun and sweeter than sin.I swallow hard, my mind spinning and my pulse racing. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want one more night with him. But deep down, I know that’s all it can ever be. I’m not the kind of girl who can casually be someone’s fuck buddy without letting my emotions get in the way.Who am I kidding? My emotions are already tangled in this mess. My feelings for Jordan are complicated as hell, and things will definitely shift when my parents return. The thought of my dad figuring out what’s been happening between Jordan and me makes my stomach twist.I can’t risk messing up my dad’s friendship with Jordan. I know I was selfish for starting this in the first place. But the man is hot and he knows how to own a lady’s body.I need to end this soon, for my heart,
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 89
ASTRIDI feel Brand’s eyes on me but I pretend to be oblivious. My phone has been blaring since forever, but I don’t want to answer“Why are you just staring at it? Pick it up,” Brand says, pushing a plate of salad toward me. His tone is casual, but I can see the knowing glint in his eyes.I sigh and shove my phone face down on the table before grabbing my fork. “It's not important,” I mumble, stabbing at a piece of lettuce like it personally offended me.Brand leans back in his chair, glancing at my phone with a smirk. “It’s Jordan, isn’t it?”I don’t answer, but he probably knows that. “He’s been calling a lot,” Brand says, grinning like he’s just won a bet. “What’s it been now? Twenty missed calls? Thirty?”I groan, finally meeting his amused gaze. “It’s not that many,” I mutter, even though it probably is. He has called and texted me severally. He even sent voice messages that I haven’t dared to listen to.Brand picks up his fork, pointing it at me like a weapon. “You’re misera
Claiming My Father’s Best Friend 88
JORDANFrom my window I see Astrid stepping out of Brandon’s car. My jaw clenches as she leans into him. He pulls her into a hug, his arms lingering a second too long, and then he kisses her cheek.Astrid smiles at him, the kind of smile that stabs straight through me, and waves as Brandon drives off. My fist tightens against the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white.Why the hell is Brandon dropping her off? Did she spend the night at his place? Is something going on between them? The thought sets my blood boiling, and before I can stop myself, I’m imagining planting a fist squarely in Brandon’s face.“Do you happen to like miss Astrid?”The voice startles me, and I tried to turn around, but I don’t even need to spin around because Nelson is standing beside me.He’s grinning like he’s caught me doing something incriminating.“How long have you been standing here?” I demand, trying to keep my tone even.“Long enough to see you glaring out the window like you’re about to go to wa
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