Falling for my Dad’s Best Friend

“I cannot believe this!!!” I screamed as I threw my purse at my boyfriend who I had just seen rolling on his bed together with my bestfriend, Layla. “Vanessa omg, it’s not what you think,” Layla pleaded as she began to put on her clothes. Bart on the other hand remained on the bed, as if he didn’t care that I had just caught him sleeping with my bestfriend. “Explain all this to me right now!” I demanded. “How long has this been going on Layla?” I tearfully asked. “U-ugh, I-I,” Layla stammared. I rushed to her and grabbed her by her blonde hair. “Stop stammering and tell me when you started sleeping with my boyfriend you bitch!!” “Enough of this noise!” Bart demanded as he stood up from the bed and put on his robe. “We’ve been sleeping with each other under your nose for the past three months, all through summer,” He said with a smirk. I couldn’t even believe my ears. I had told Layla about all the troubles Bart and I had been going through and she kept on advising m

“What do you mean by you’re not engaged any more?” I asked with my eyes widened as shock was evident in my face. “Uhm, it’s personal kiddo,” He replied me with a warm smile. I took the opportunity to grab his hands and stared deeply into his eyes. “You know you can count on me for anything,” I said as I continued looking deeply into his eyes. “Come here kiddo,” He said as he pulled me in for a hug. This hug was different from the ones he had been giving me since I had moved in. His arms were wrapped around my waist while mine were placed on his shoulders. His palms grazed around my lower back which awakened this sensation in me. All I could think about at that moment was to kiss him, perhaps that was also what he thought. I looked at him as we were still locked in the embrace and the hug became more intense. We both looked at each other and our lips were slowly about meet when he suddenly pulled away. “Had any to eat yet?” He asked as he nervously brought out a ja

I stared at the email, my heart pounding in my chest. "I KNOW YOUR SECRET." My hands hovered over the keyboard as I tried to think of what to say back. What secret could they possibly know? Antonio and I had been so careful… or so I thought.I don't have a secret, I typed out, my fingers shaking slightly. You must have the wrong person.I hit send before I could second-guess myself. There was no way someone could know what happened between Antonio and me. It was just a one-time thing, and no one else was there.Maybe this was just a prank, someone trying to mess with me for fun. But who would do that? Antonio? Jenny? No, it couldn’t be them. They had no reason to.I waited for a few minutes, staring at my phone, hoping for a quick reply that would reveal this was all a joke. But nothing came. The screen stayed stubbornly blank, the email thread mocking me with its silence.I need to stop overthinking this, I told myself. It's probably nothing. I set my phone down on my bedside table a

My mind was spinning as I walked out of the diner with Jason. I had tried to shake off the nagging worry from the text message, but it lingered like an unwelcome shadow.My thoughts were scattered, and the weight of the unknown mailer’s threat was becoming more suffocating by the minute.Jason seemed to notice my unease as we approached his car. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. “You look pretty shaken up.”I forced a smile, trying to mask my anxiety. “It’s nothing. I just… need to go home.”Jason didn’t press further. Instead, he nodded understandingly. “No problem. I can give you a ride.”I appreciated his offer, though I was torn between feeling grateful and guilty for cutting our evening short.As we drove through the quiet streets, I stared out the window, my thoughts a chaotic mess of worry and frustration. The steady hum of the car’s engine did little to calm the storm inside me.When we finally reached my house, I felt a wave of relief mixed with app

I’d barely had any sleep last night, my mind still tangled with worries and unanswered questions. As I entered, I was surprised to find Antonio in the kitchen, wearing an apron and busily flipping pancakes.“Good morning,” I said, trying to sound cheerful despite the fatigue weighing down on me.Antonio glanced up briefly, his face impassive. “Morning,” he mumbled, his attention quickly returning to his pancakes.I hesitated, unsure if I should bring up the awkwardness from the previous days, but the silence between us felt suffocating. “So, is this how you want to keep being? Just ignoring me?”Antonio chuckled, a sound that seemed to lack genuine warmth. “Why would I be angry at you?”My heart skipped a beat at his casual dismissal. “You know, about me having a boyfriend and what you said that night...”Before I could finish, Antonio cut me off. “Oh, that was nothing.”Just as I was about to respond, Blair waltzed into the kitchen, her face lit up with a smile. She looked from Anton