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Chapter 7; What am I doing

Penulis: E.J kate
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-01 23:42:38

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’d hugged her hello like always, but my arms registered the difference. Soft. Warm. Real. I pulled away too fast, told myself it was nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.

All week at the office I’d fought it. He
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  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 32; Four months later

    BellaFour months had slipped by in a blur of stolen moments, whispered phone calls, and careful lies.The secret relationship with Alex had become our private world beautiful, intense, and hidden from everyone. We had perfected the art of pretending in public: polite nods in the office, professional conversations during meetings, careful distance at family gatherings. But behind closed doors, or in the back seat of his car, or during the rare nights when Emily was at her mom’s, we were something else entirely.I wanted more.I wanted to hold his hand in public. I wanted to kiss him goodbye in the morning without looking over my shoulder. I wanted to tell my dad the truth and stop feeling like I was betraying him every single day.Alex didn’t.Tonight we were celebrating the successful close of the Thompson project. The team had pulled it off a huge win for the firm.Dad had taken everyone out for drinks after work, toasting Alex and me as the “dynamic duo” who had made it happen. I

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 31; Risk in the dark.

    Bella It was past 10 p.m. and the office had gone quiet, the kind of silence that only happens when everyone else has finally gone home. Only the low hum of the cleaning crew’s vacuum echoed somewhere far down the hall. Most people had left hours ago, chasing dinners and families and normal lives. But Alex and I were still here, putting the finishing touches on the Thompson campaign presentation that was due first thing tomorrow morning.I sat at my desk with my legs crossed tightly, trying to focus on the last couple of slides. My concentration kept slipping. Every time Alex leaned over to point something out on my screen, his arm brushed mine. Every time he spoke in that low, focused voice, heat bloomed low in my belly.The memory of last night at his house kept flashing through my mind his hands pinning me down, his voice commanding me as he drove into me again and again.We had promised ourselves we’d behave at the office.We were doing a terrible job.Alex pushed his chair back

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 30; The words we finally said

    BellaThe afternoon light filtered softly through the curtains of Alex’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the rumpled sheets.I lay curled against his chest, my body still humming with the afterglow of the passionate hours we had just shared. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare skin. The room smelled like us sweat, skin, and the faint trace of his cologne. For the first time in weeks, the usual storm of guilt felt distant, muted by the quiet intimacy of the moment.Alex pressed a slow kiss to the top of my head, his voice low and warm against my hair. “You okay?”“Better than okay,” I murmured, tilting my head up to look at him. His blue eyes were soft, a little sleepy, the lines of tension that usually creased his forehead smoothed out for once. “That was… incredible. You were incredible.”A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips. He shifted so we were facing each other, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 29; Coffee and quiet truths

    BellaI arrived at the little café on the corner of Pine and 5th a few minutes early the next day. The place was cozy, with mismatched wooden chairs and the rich smell of fresh espresso in the air. I chose a small table by the window, ordered a latte, and tried not to fidget with the sleeve of my sweater.My mind kept replaying the morning disaster at Alex’s house Lauren’s cold stare, her pointed insults about me being “Robert’s little girl,” Emily’s confused questions, the way Alex had looked torn between protecting his daughter and shielding me. I still felt the sting of embarrassment, but underneath it was something softer. Worry. For him. For us. For the mess we were creating.The bell above the door chimed, and Alex walked in. He spotted me immediately. His shoulders relaxed just a fraction when our eyes met. He was wearing a simple navy sweater and jeans, looking more like the man I’d grown up knowing than the intense executive from the office. But the shadows under his eyes to

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 28; Morning surprise

    BELLASunlight spilled through the half-open blinds, warm and golden across Alex’s bed. I woke slowly, body heavy and wonderfully sore in all the right places. Alex’s arm was still draped over my waist, his chest warm against my back, breathing deep and steady. For a moment I just lay there, savoring the quiet intimacy the way his fingers rested possessively on my hip, the faint scent of his skin mixed with last night’s passion still lingering in the sheets.I smiled to myself. Last night had been everything. Rough and commanding when I needed it, slow and deep when we both craved closeness. He had taken me like he owned me, and I had given myself to him completely. No guilt in those hours. Just us.But reality always finds its way in.I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 8:47 a.m.“Shit,” I whispered, sitting up quickly. “I was supposed to leave before sunrise.”Alex stirred behind me, his hand sliding up my bare back. His voice was sleep-rough and warm. “Stay a little longer.

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 27; His house, his rules

    BELLA I stood on Alex’s porch with my pulse thrumming in my ears. The house looked warm and familiar from all the childhood visits, but tonight it felt entirely new.Emily was at her mom’s for the night, and the text Alex had sent after work had been simple and direct: Come over. Door’s unlocked if you’re ready.I was ready.I knocked once, then let myself in like he’d told me to.The living room lights were low. Alex was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. The moment our eyes met, the air changed. No more pretending. No more careful distance. Just raw, open want.“You actually came,” he said, voice low and a little rough, like he’d been holding his breath.“I told you I would.” I stepped closer, heels clicking softly on the hardwood. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”A slow smile curved his mouth. He pushed off the wall and closed the distance between us in three strides. His hand slid to the small of my back, pu

  • 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 thick

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 16; The breaking word

    BELLA The office felt normal on the surface that Wednesday afternoon. Phones rang. Keyboards clicked. Colleagues laughed about weekend plans in the break room. But between Alex and me, nothing had been normal for weeks.We sat at our desks, four feet apart, working on the latest round of Thompson

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 14; Burn it out

    ALEXThe gym was almost empty at 10 p.m., just the clank of weights and the low hum of treadmills.I needed to punish my body tonight. Needed something physical to drown out the noise in my head.I started with the heavy bag. Left hook, right cross, over and over until my knuckles burned inside the

  • Loving my fathers best friend    Chapter 13; Girl talk and hard truths

    BELLAI couldn’t go home.Not after the way Alex had looked at me in the break room, forehead pressed to mine, breath shaking like he was one second away from losing control. Not after he’d pulled back again and left me standing there with tears on my face and an ache so deep I could barely breathe.

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