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Chapter 22; Storm and surrender

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BELLA

The last day of the coastal retreat had been productive on paper morning strategy sessions, afternoon brainstorming walks along the rocky beach, and a team dinner where everyone laughed and toasted to the new client.

But underneath it all, the tension between Alex and me had only grown thicker with every shared glance, every accidental brush of shoulders during the group activities.

Now it was nearly midnight, and the storm that had been threatening all evening had finally unleashed itse
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  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 26; Our dangerous new normal

    BELLARemember when I said that was going to be the first and last time I and Alex hooked up ? Well I was wrong. Two weeks had passed since the coastal retreat, but it felt like two lifetimes.Seattle greeted us with its usual gray drizzle, the kind that soaked through your coat and your resolve at the same time. I told myself every morning that today would be different. Today I would sit at my desk, keep my eyes on the screen, and remember that Alex was my father’s best friend and business partner nothing more. But the moment I stepped off the elevator and saw him already at his desk, sleeves rolled up, silver threading through his dark hair, the lie crumbled.We tried.God, we tried.The first few days were almost believable. Polite nods. Short, clipped emails about the Thompson account. Careful distance when we passed in the hallway. I caught him watching me sometimes, the same hungry look from the cabin flickering across his face before he forced it away. I did the same steal

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 25; Morning after

    Bella Sunlight crept through the cabin windows, pale and hesitant after the storm. I woke slowly, body heavy with delicious exhaustion, tucked against Alex’s chest. His arm was draped over my waist, warm and possessive even in sleep. The sheets smelled like sweat, sex, and him. For one quiet moment, everything felt perfect.Then the guilt arrived.It settled in my chest like cold stone. We had crossed every line last night. Multiple times. I could still feel the echoes of him the stretch, the depth, the way he had taken me so thoroughly I’d lost count of how many times I came. My thighs ached. My neck bore faint marks from his mouth. Between my legs, I was tender and still faintly slick with the evidence of what we’d done.I shifted slightly, and Alex stirred. His arm tightened around me for a heartbeat before reality hit him too. His body went tense. I felt the exact moment awareness flooded back.“Morning,” I whispered, not quite ready to meet his eyes.“Morning,” he replied, vo

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 24; Finally

    BELLAHis mouth crashed down on mine again, harder this time, like he’d finally snapped the last chain holding him back.My hand was still pressed against the thick, hard length of him through his sweatpants, and when I squeezed, he groaned into the kiss a deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight between my legs.“Not stopping tonight,” he repeated against my lips, voice wrecked and dark. “I can’t anymore.”I didn’t want him to.“Take me,” I whispered, the words trembling with need.Alex didn’t hesitate.He stood, pulling me up with him in one smooth motion. His hands were everywhere shoving my robe off my shoulders, tugging my damp pajama top over my head, yanking my shorts and panties down my legs until I stood completely naked in front of him. Lightning flashed again, illuminating every inch of my bare skin, and his eyes raked over me like he wanted to devour me whole.“Fuck, Bella,” he breathed, hands sliding down my sides, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “You’re

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 23; No more holding back

    BELLA The power stayed out.Darkness wrapped around us like a secret, the only light coming from occasional flashes of lightning that painted the cabin in stark white for split seconds. Rain hammered the roof. Thunder rolled like distant cannon fire. But none of it mattered anymore.Alex’s forehead rested against mine, his breath ragged and hot against my lips. His hand was still curled around the back of my neck, fingers threaded into my damp hair. I could feel the tremor in his touch the last fraying thread of his control.“Fuck,” he whispered again, voice raw and broken.I didn’t speak. I simply tilted my head the tiniest bit, closing that final inch.Our lips met.There was no hesitation this time. No gentle testing. No pulling away.The kiss was hungry. Desperate. Years of stolen glances and almost-moments exploding all at once.Alex groaned deep in his throat and took complete control.He pinned me back against the couch cushions with his body, one strong hand still gripping t

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 22; Storm and surrender

    BELLAThe last day of the coastal retreat had been productive on paper morning strategy sessions, afternoon brainstorming walks along the rocky beach, and a team dinner where everyone laughed and toasted to the new client.But underneath it all, the tension between Alex and me had only grown thicker with every shared glance, every accidental brush of shoulders during the group activities.Now it was nearly midnight, and the storm that had been threatening all evening had finally unleashed itself.Rain hammered against the cedar cabin walls like angry fists. Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the windows. Lightning flashed bright enough to turn night into day for split seconds. The power had flickered twice already, and the resort staff had sent a message that all flights out of the small coastal airport were canceled until morning at the earliest.I was alone in Cabin 2, curled up on the king bed in soft pajamas, listening to the storm rage outside. Every boom of thunder made my heart

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 21; Rain and reckoning

    BELLAThe rain started the moment we left Seattle.It came down in steady sheets, turning the highway into a shimmering ribbon of gray. I sat in the passenger seat of Alex’s SUV, hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the wipers slice back and forth across the windshield. The coastal retreat was a three-hour drive, and we were the only two in the car. The rest of the team had left earlier in a separate van.Silence filled the space between us, thick and heavy.I kept my eyes on the road, but every few minutes my gaze drifted to Alex’s hands on the steering wheel strong, steady, knuckles occasionally whitening when the rain intensified. He drove with quiet focus, jaw set, silver threading through his dark hair catching the occasional flash of passing headlights.Neither of us had spoken much since we left the office parking garage. The weight of the upcoming retreat hung over us like the storm clouds above.After twenty minutes, the silence became unbearable.I cleared my throat. “T

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 10; Cold shoulders and sharp words.

    BELLAThe rest of the afternoon dragged like sandpaper across raw skin.Ryan’s text came in around three. Simple and friendly: Hey Bella, really enjoyed meeting you today. Coffee tomorrow after work? There’s a great spot two blocks from your office. Let me know.I stared at the message for a long mo

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 7; What am I doing

    ALEX I couldn’t stop thinking about her.From the second Bella walked into the backyard at the barbecue, something shifted. She wasn’t the gangly college kid I remembered. She was a woman with curves, confidence, that auburn hair catching the light, green eyes that hit me square in the chest. I’

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 9; New faces, Old tension.

    BELLAThe morning moved in that careful rhythm Alex and I had built. Polite nods. Short questions about files. No lingering looks. No brushes of hands. We were both getting good at the performance.Around ten, two other colleagues wandered over. Sarah from accounts, mid-thirties with sharp glasses,

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 8; Careful distance

    BELLAFriday had been a blur of blankets and regret.By Monday morning I forced myself out of bed, showered, and put on my most professional outfit a navy blouse and black trousers that felt safe and boring. No fitted skirts today. No low necklines. I needed armor.Dad drove us to the office again,

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