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FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER
مؤلف: Maxpher1

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مؤلف: Maxpher1
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-02-06 14:47:46

The coastal highway stretched before them like a ribbon of promise, the Pacific Ocean glittering to their left as Lily's car hugged the curves. Emma pressed her forehead against the passenger window, watching the waves crash against the rocky shore, her stomach tight with anticipation.

"You're being weird," Lily said, glancing over with a grin. "You've been quiet for like twenty minutes. That's a record for you."

Emma forced a laugh, pulling back from the window. "Just excited. It's been forever since we've had a proper vacation."

"Two whole weeks of beach, sun, and absolutely no responsibilities." Lily sighed dramatically. "God, we deserve this after surviving senior year."

They did deserve it. Graduation had been three weeks ago, and the summer stretched ahead of them like uncharted territory, the last summer before college, before everything changed. Emma had spent the past few weeks working at her mom's café, saving money, and counting down the days until this trip.

Until she'd see him again.

She pushed the thought away, guilt pricking at her conscience.

This was about spending time with her best friend, not about... not about that.

"So Dad's been in a mood lately," Lily said, turning onto a smaller road that wound up into the hills.

"He's been working on some big project, and barely leaves his office. I actually had to beg him to let us come. He hates having people around when he's stressed."

Emma's heart skipped. "Maybe we shouldn't…"

"No way. I already promised you, and besides, he needs to lighten up. Maybe having us around will remind him there's more to life than blueprints and client meetings."

Lily reached over and squeezed Emma's hand. "Just... be on your best behavior, okay? Don't do anything to annoy him. He can be pretty intense when he's in work mode."

"I'll be a model houseguest," Emma promised, though her pulse quickened.

The beach house came into view as they crested the hill, a stunning modern structure of glass and weathered wood that seemed to grow out of the cliff itself, overlooking a private stretch of beach. Emma had been here twice before, years ago, but it still took her breath away.

Lily parked in the circular driveway, and they climbed out into the warm June air. The sound of waves filled Emma's ears, along with something else, music, faint but steady, coming from inside the house.

"He's working out," Lily said, rolling her eyes. "Of course he is. Come on."

They grabbed their bags from the trunk, and Lily led the way to the front door. She didn't bother knocking, just pushed it open and called out, "Dad! We're here!"

The music cut off abruptly.

Emma's hands tightened on her duffel bag as footsteps approached. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she told herself to breathe, to act normal, to not…The door opened fully.

Marcus Blake stood before them, and Emma's breath caught in her throat.

He wore a fitted gray athletic shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and chest, the fabric dark with sweat. His shorts hung low on his hips, and she could see the definition of his muscles, the power in his frame. He must have been in the middle of his workout; his dark hair was damp, pushed back from his face, and his skin gleamed.

Emma's gaze traveled down before she could stop herself, taking in his strong legs, the way his body filled the doorway, and lowered still…

She jerked her eyes back up, her face burning. Had she really just...?

"Hey, Dad," Lily said, dropping her bags to hug him. "Sorry, we're early. Traffic was better than expected."

Marcus embraced his daughter, and when he looked over Lily's shoulder at Emma, his dark blue eyes met hers for a brief, electric moment.

"Emma," he said, his voice deeper than she remembered. "Welcome."

"Thank you for having me, Mr. Blake," she managed, proud that her voice came out steady.

"Marcus," he corrected, pulling back from Lily. "You're not a kid anymore. Mr. Blake makes me feel ancient."

But you're not ancient, Emma thought wildly. You're perfect.

She'd had a crush on him since she was sixteen, since that summer when she'd stayed here for a weekend and watched him work in the garden, his shirt off, sweat dripping down his back.

She'd been young then, young enough to push the feelings aside, to tell herself it was just a silly infatuation.

But now, standing here at eighteen, fresh out of high school and about to start college, those feelings rushed back with terrifying intensity. Stronger. More real. More impossible.

"Let me help you with those," Marcus said, reaching for Emma's bags.

"Oh, I've got it…"

But he was already taking the larger suitcase from her hand, and Lily had disappeared into the house with her own bags, leaving Emma alone with him in the doorway.

"How was the drive?" Marcus asked, stepping back to let her enter.

"Beautiful. The coast is always gorgeous this time of year." She tried to sound casual, but her pulse raced as she followed him through the entryway.

The house was exactly as she remembered, all clean lines and natural light, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. The living room flowed into an open kitchen, and beyond that, she could see the deck and the infinity pool that seemed to merge with the horizon.

"I'll take this to your room," Marcus said. "Same one as last time, if I remember correctly. Down the hall, second door on the right."

"You don't have to…"

"It's no problem."

She followed him down the hallway, acutely aware of the space between them, of the way his shoulders moved, of the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with clean sweat.

He pushed open the door to a spacious guest room with its own balcony overlooking the beach. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, making the white walls glow.

Marcus set the suitcase down near the bed, then reached for the duffel bag she was carrying against her chest. "Here, let me…"

As she shifted the bag to hand it to him, the strap caught on her shirt. She felt the fabric pull, felt the sudden coolness of air against her skin, but she was too focused on not dropping everything to register what had happened.

Marcus froze.

His eyes had dropped to her chest, and the expression on his face, shock, then something darker, something hungry that vanished almost instantly, made her look down. “Oh God.”

Her shirt had pulled open on one side, the neckline gaping to reveal the curve of her breast, barely contained by her thin bra. She could see the swell of skin, the shadow of…

"Jesus," Marcus muttered, his voice rough. He grabbed the bag from her hands and turned away abruptly, setting it down with more force than necessary. "Cover yourself."

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  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 140:

    The bedroom had always been the quietest room in the beach house.Lily had claimed it every summer since she was a child, the one at the end of the hall with the window that faced the ocean and the ceiling that sloped just enough to make it feel like a hiding place. She'd slept in this room through thunderstorms and heartaches, and one very bad summer when her parents had stopped pretending everything was fine. The room had held all of it without judgment.She sat on the edge of the bed now and let it hold this, too.Her journal was in her hands. She hadn't opened it yet. She just sat with the familiar weight of it, navy blue cover, the corner bent from being shoved into too many beach bags — and listened to the muffled sounds of the house settling around her. Jake's voice somewhere down the hall, low and careful. Patricia in the kitchen, running water. And below all of it, so constant she'd stopped hearing it days ago, the ocean.She opened the journal to an entry from day two.June

  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 139:

    Nobody suggested dinner.It just happened the way necessary things sometimes do. Patricia appeared with four boxes from the boardwalk place, set them open on the dining table without ceremony, and everyone drifted in because the alternative was staying alone in separate rooms with their separate thoughts, and that had stopped being bearable around six o'clock.The power had flickered twice during the afternoon, some coastal grid issue nobody had the energy to investigate. Patricia had lit the candles. Now they sat in a warm, unsteady light that made everything look softer than it was, the food boxes, the mismatched glasses, the five people who had absolutely no business sharing a meal tonight arranged around a table like an accidental still life.Diane had not stayed.That, at least, had gone better than Emma had feared. The conversation on the front steps had been brief — Diane, polished and uncomfortable in equal measure, delivering some logistical paperwork about the divorce settle

  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 138:

    The house had a particular silence when something was wrong.Emma had felt it before, the morning her own parents told her they were separating, the way the air in their kitchen had gone thick and still, every ordinary object suddenly sharp-edged and strange. This was the same silence. The beach house is holding its breath.Marcus moved through it without a word, already pulling on shoes at the door, his face stripped of everything except focus. Jake had his keys out before anyone asked him. Patricia was on her phone, calm and methodical, checking with neighbors down the coastal road in the particular efficient way of women who had managed crises before and knew that panic consumed energy you needed for solutions.Emma stood in the middle of the living room and thought about Lily at thirteen.I want to show you something. Pulling Emma by the wrist across the hot sand, laughing, her blonde hair flying. The most private place on earth. You can't tell anyone. Swear.She was already movin

  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 137:

    The rosé was already poured.That was the first thing Emma noticed when she climbed the deck steps — two glasses sitting on the small table between two chairs, the bottle sweating gently in the morning heat, one glass already half-empty and one glass waiting. Patricia sat in the left chair with her long legs crossed and her sunglasses off, turning them slowly between her fingers like a woman who had been sitting with her thoughts long enough to get comfortable with them.She looked up when Emma reached the top step.She patted the chair beside her.Not a question. Not an invitation exactly. Just a pat, the kind that said sit down, I already know, and we are going to talk about it like adults.Emma's entire body wanted to turn around and walk back down to the beach. Back to the water, back to the wind, back to any place that wasn't this chair with this woman and that waiting glass of rosé.She sat down.Whatever came next, she had decided on the steps, she would not be a coward about

  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 136:

    At that moment, Marcus stared at Patricia without blinking. After a few minutes, he was on the beach.The ocean didn't care about any of it.That was the thing Marcus had always appreciated about the water. It didn't ask questions. It didn't look at you with eyes that knew too much. It just came in and went out, came in and went out, indifferent and endless and clean.He stood at the shoreline with his shoes in his hand and the cold Pacific rushing over his bare feet, and tried to think like a father. Like a responsible adult. Like the man he was supposed to be.He'd been trying for forty minutes.It wasn't working.The house sat up behind him on the bluff, white and glass and quiet in the morning sun. Somewhere inside it, his daughter was hurting. He knew Lily's silences the way he knew the blueprints of buildings he'd designed, every load-bearing wall, every fault point, every place where pressure would eventually cause a crack. That silence at the breakfast table had been structura

  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 135:

    Nobody talked about the elephant in the room. They talked about pancakes instead."Blueberry or plain?" Jake stood at the stove with a spatula in one hand and genuine happiness on his face, the kind of happiness that only exists when you have absolutely no idea what is happening around you. "I do both. I'm basically a pancake professional.""Both," Emma said, because it was easier than thinking."Both," Lily echoed, because she was performing normalcy so hard it almost looked real.The kitchen smelled like butter and warm batter. Sunlight was finally coming through the windows, painting everything gold. It should have been a perfect morning. It looked exactly like a perfect morning. Emma thought she had never been so exhausted by anything beautiful in her entire life.She watched Lily move around the kitchen island, filling glasses, straightening napkins, doing twelve small unnecessary tasks with the focused energy of someone who needed her hands occupied at all times. Her blonde hair

  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 52:

    They stood there, breathing the same air, his hand still warm against her face, the distance between their mouths measured in nothing at all.And then Emma pulled back just far enough to look at him.In his eyes, for the first time, there was no guardedness. No retreat. No shutting of the door.Jus

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  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 42:

    Emma looked at the woman standing in the hallway, who was somewhere in her early forties, with Marcus's same dark eyes and the same quality of stillness underneath an otherwise animated exterior, like deep water running under a bright surface.She was beautiful in an undecorated way, dressed simply

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-26
  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 14

    Marcus looked at her. "You called her 'sweetie' and told her to run along," Marcus pointed out. "That wasn't exactly respectful either."Emma felt a small surge of satisfaction at Marcus's words, but it was quickly drowned out by the look on Sarah's face. The woman was staring at Marcus like he'd s

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-19
  • FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER    CHAPTER 8:

    Emma thought about Marcus. About Serah. About Lily and her innocent trust. About the mess she had willingly walked into and the price she might have to pay for staying. But even as doubt crept in, even as fear whispered warnings in her ear, Emma felt something else rising within her. Something

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-03-17
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