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Falling For My Father's Best Friend CH 67
He does what? I blinked, tears welling up as I tried to explain everything to Lukas. I let him hold my face, let him gently wipe away a stray tear, let him kiss my cheeks. Was this the right moment to confess how guilty I felt for playing with his emotions?Was i really playing with his emotions? I like him. He stated, from the start that it would be casual and he said he loves me? Causal and love doesn't make sense.He seemed to genuinely care for me perhaps even more than Mateo ever had but was it fair to reciprocate when my feelings weren't as strong?Dang it!"I know," Lukas repeated, his voice low and steady, as if anchoring me to the present moment.I dissolved into tears and hugged him tightly, my lips trembling as he stroked my hair with slow, gentle motions.I pulled back to look at him, searching his eyes for answers."You're still worried about the sex," Lukas said quietly, his gaze unwavering. "That's why you've been avoiding me since that day."Huh?My head tilted in con
Falling For My Father's Best Friend CH 66
The afternoon shift passed in a haze of vitals, IV changes, and the low hum of monitors that never quite let you forget you were still at work. How could I even forget? Mateo's voice still rang in my ear. It was yesterday but each time, it sounds like he was right next to me. "Hey you. Danke Schatz"I had no idea who that was but I smiled when the patient thanked me, nodded when Hannah asked if I was okay, kept my voice steady when I handed over reports. But every time the corridor quieted, my mind went back to last night - Mateo's voice cracking open on the phone, the way he had screamed "I love you" like it was a weapon, the way I'd whispered it back like a confession and a curse at the same time. I felt raw. Exposed. Like someone had peeled back my skin and left me bleeding in public.Did I force Mateo to say it or was he just pissed I left? Maybe it wasn't even real. He sounded angry. Gosh, we were both angry.Three hours before the end of shift I was finishing up with a pati
Falling For My Father's Best Friend CH 64
The afternoon shift bled into the Berlin evening, the fluorescent lights of the Charité replaced by the cool, shadowy streets outside. I clocked out, changed in the locker room, and zipped my coat to my chin, the chill seeping into my bones despite the layers. My phone, silenced for the shift, buzzed to life the second I stepped outside, the screen flashing with notifications. Five missed calls. All from an unknown London number. All within the last ninety minutes."Please no" My stomach plummeted, a sickening lurch that left me breathless.I stared at the call log, the numbers swimming before my eyes. A cold dread coiled in my gut.I knew.I knew.My thumb hovered over the call back button, a battle raging inside me. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't happening. But the other part, the reckless, desperate part, needed to hear his voice, needed to face the storm head-on. I hit call back before I could talk myself out of it.One ring.Then his voice low, wrecked, fu
Falling For My Father's Best Friend CH 64
The salary hit my account overnight first real paycheck in Berlin, a digital pat on the back at 2:17 a.m. I woke up just to stare at the notification, my thumb hovering over it as if it might vanish into thin air. Not a fortune, but mine. Earned. No strings attached. A small smile played on my lips as I rolled over and drifted back to sleep.Not seating in am ideal office. Not just occupying space. This one I earned it blood and sweat. Real blood and sweat though.I arrived early for the afternoon shift 13:20, ridiculously early so I took my time, strolling towards the hospital with coffee in hand and my bag slung over my shoulder. "Damn, Olga..." Yesterday's events kept replaying in my mind: the promise I had made to Olga to spill everything, only to chicken out at the last minute. And then there was Lukas, to whom I'd only revealed snippets about Mateo no "I love yous," no real details and even that felt like tearing open a wound."Stupid ..so stupid Isabella" I felt exposed, vu
Falling For My Father's Best Friend CH 63
I got ready for the afternoon shift in a rush alarm blaring at 12:45, shower so fast the water barely warmed up, scrubs yanked on while I brushed my teeth, short bob still damp and curling at the ends. I grabbed my bag, locked the apartment, and headed downstairs. The coffee cart outside the building was already open; the smell of fresh grounds hit me hard. I remembered Olga's face yesterday when I'd handed her the Rossi cup eyes wide, almost reverent. On impulse I stepped up."Two large flat whites, please. One with an extra shot."The barista nodded, handed them over in paper cups with little cardboard sleeves. I paid, tucked one under my arm, and walked to the bus stop. The Uber would've been faster, but the bus felt normal. Grounding. Like a tether to reality after the dizzying heights of Lukas's penthouse.On the bus I sat near the back, one coffee balanced on my knee, and pulled out my phone. Emails first new ones still unread. I refreshed twice. No mysterious "read" receipts. N
Falling For My Father's Best Friend CH 62
Sunday morning arrived, soft and slow. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lukas's penthouse, thin golden bands across the bed. I woke up alone sheets cool on his side, the indent of his body already gone. The room smelled faintly of him clean wood, citrus, the lingering trace of last night's sex and sweat and for a second I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet sink in. My body felt deliciously sore thighs tender, hips bruised in the best way, the faint red marks from his grip still visible when I shifted.I sat up, hair a mess around my face, short bob sticking up in odd directions. The black lace lingerie from last night was still on garters twisted, stockings wrinkled and I suddenly felt exposed in the daylight. I reached for something to cover up his shirt from the floor, maybe but hesitated. I didn't want to rummage through his wardrobe without asking. It felt too intimate. Too much like crossing a line I wasn't sure I'd earned yet.I
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