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Auteur: DIAMONDLEE
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JORDAN

“God damn it!”

I cuss under my breath the second the door swings open, and Astrid stands there wearing nothing but a towel, looking like every sinful thought I’ve had about her comes to life.

Is the universe fucking with me? A man could only handle so much.

My self-control is hanging by a thread. Why the hell did I think coming here was a good idea? I should have ignored the damn call from Merilyn.

I had informed Merilyn to inform me if Astrid ever showed up here, that was when I didn’t know who she was and I was looking for her.

I should have informed Merilyn not to bother with her again when I finally found Astrid.

Merilyn called while I was with Peter to inform me that Astrid was here and I ran down here like a fucking pussy that I’m not.

I should have sent Peter here instead of coming here myself. Now all I can think about is all the crazy things I want to do to her.

I stare at her, trying to keep my eyes above her shoulders, but it’s impossible.

Does she have any fucking
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  • Claiming My Father’s Best Friend    98

    JORDANI feel like I’m suffocating. Sitting here with Peter and his wife, and…this woman clinging to my arm whose name I can't even remember.Who the hell is she again? Right, some prospective client who is interested in ordering my new set of children’s toys for her foundation.She’s new in the city and, of course, that idiot Nelson thought it would be a great idea to invite her to this party so she could "network."I want to speak to Astrid badly. I could see the hurt in her eyes when she saw me together with this woman. I swear I wanted to kill Nelson for making me bring this woman here. I can’t let Astrid think I have something to do with the woman.How do I escape from this shit?I need to get to Astrid fast but can’t do that, not when Peter is constantly watching Astrid. I need to be careful lest he suspects something.I swear under my breath, forcing a smile as Stella declares that she wants to dance. Finally, my escape is here.Hopefully, Stella would distract Peter so I can

  • Claiming My Father’s Best Friend    97

    ASTRIDThe minute we pull up to the mansion—another one of my dad’s stuffy “networking” parties, I can feel my patience already thinning, but I need this. I need some closure from Jordan. I’ve tried moving on for the past two weeks but it’s not working.Lily said I should give myself some time to get healed. I want to heal and move on as soon as possible but I can’t do that if I keep seeing Jordan every damn night in my dream.“You came willingly,” Dad says, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “I’m almost afraid to ask why.”I flash him my most innocent smile. “Oh, you know, Dad, I just thought it was time I learned the ways of the elders. Maybe see what you guys see,” I reply with a straight face, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Dad huffs, but before he can respond, Mom places a hand on his arm. “Peter, let her be,” she says with a knowing look, her lips curving into a faint smile.“Yeah, Dad,” I say, feigning sweetness. “Let me soak in all the wisdom and sophistication of this... riveting

  • Claiming My Father’s Best Friend    96

    ASTRID “What the hell was I thinking? How pathetic can I be?”Jordan stood me up.Again.My chest tightens, and humiliation and anger threaten to consume me. Why did I let him get to me? Why did I even entertain the idea of giving him a second chance? God, I feel so stupid.I pick up my phone, scrolling through the unanswered messages I sent him earlier. Each one mocks me. My fingers tremble as I toss the phone onto the couch, the sharp clatter echoing in the empty room.I shake my head, biting back the tears threatening to spill. No, I refuse to cry over him again. He doesn’t deserve my tears. He doesn’t deserve anything from me.My gaze lands on the half-empty bottle of whisky sitting on the coffee table. Without thinking, I grab it, taking a long swig. The bitter taste burns my throat, but it’s nothing compared to the fire raging inside me.He begged me to hear him out and made me believe there was something worth salvaging between us. And like a fool, I fell for it. Again.I s

  • Claiming My Father’s Best Friend    95

    JORDAN“Claire, is everything ready? ” I ask my new assistant.“Yes, sir. I’ve confirmed your reservation, and I’ll reconfirm it two hours before your dinner just to be sure.” I nod. So far, Claire is doing a good job, unlike my other PAs.“Good,” I exhale sharply. I’ve been so nervous since Astrid messaged me last night.I’ve been trying to talk to her for weeks but she completely shut me out and now she has given me a chance and I want everything to be perfect.I’ve never been this nervous in my entire life. This girl has me wrapped around her fingers and there’s nothing I can do to remedy it.“Sir, would you like me to add or change anything?”“Nothing, for now. That will be all, thank you. Call Nelson in, please,” I instruct, turning my attention to my laptop.“Okay sir,” she says before stepping out. A moment later, Nelson walks in, smiling sheepishly. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why he’s smiling like that. He knows about my dinner with Astrid. He’s been the one encou

  • Claiming My Father’s Best Friend    94

    ASTRIDI can feel my Dad’s eyes on me but I choose to ignore it. He’s been looking weirdly at me since he got back from his trip four days ago.“Something feels different, off about you, pumpkin.” I ignore him and dig into my food even though I don’t have the appetite for it.“Is there something you want to tell me, Astrid?” I bite my lips to restrain myself from saying something bad. Dad and I have been on this matter since he got back. He thinks something is off about me, just because I decided to spend some time with him and Mom.“Honey, drop it.”“Babe, I’m just making small talk with our daughter.” Mom pins him with a pointed look and he shrugs.“You want to tell me why you’re here, Astrid?” Dad asks, his voice is calm, but I know better. That calm is just a veneer.Dad doesn’t do small talk when it comes to his gut feelings. He knows something’s off about my stay here.I drop my spoon calmly and lean back into my seat looking at him but not quite looking into his eyes.“I alre

  • 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

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