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The unfinished thing
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27.02.2026 04:12:39
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MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND,MY FORBIDDEN ADDICTION Just Chloe
The building is made of glass and certainty.I feel the gap the moment we step out of the car.It rises in front of us — steel, reflective, sharp against the Manhattan sky. His name sits discreetly beside the entrance, etched into brushed metal like it’s always belonged there.St. Clair Global.People move differently here. Faster. Straighter. Purposeful in a way that makes me instinctively check my posture.Richard doesn’t slow down.He doesn’t need to.The revolving doors part. The lobby is all marble and quiet power — muted conversations, heels clicking, security nodding before he even reaches the desk.“Good morning, Mr. St. Clair.”There’s a shift in the air when he walks in. It’s subtle but undeniable. Like gravity adjusting around him.He nods. Efficient. Calm. “Morning.”His hand rests lightly at the small of my back as we walk toward the elevators. Protective, not possessive. But I feel the eyes.Who is she?I feel young here.Twenty-four in a world built by fifty-year-old de
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND,MY FORBIDDEN ADDICTION morning after
I wake slowly, like I’m surfacing from warm water.For one suspended, weightless moment, I don’t remember where I am. I just know I’m wrapped in something solid and clean and expensive. The sheets are impossibly soft. The mattress feels like it was designed specifically for this body. The air smells faintly of cedar and linen and him.Richard.Memory slides back into place in a rush — gold leaf ceilings, mosaic floors, city lights across bare skin. His voice asking if I would let him choose me. My yes.My heart beats once, hard and sure.I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. It’s not the ballroom’s restored opulence — this is sleek and modern, pale and understated. The bedroom is enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows line one wall, sheer curtains filtering morning light into a soft silver glow. Somewhere below, the city hums, already awake and moving.I sit up slowly.I don’t remember coming here.A faint smile touches my mouth. He must have carried me.The thought does something
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND,MY FORBIDDEN ADDICTION The unfinished thing
Richard's POVI have brought heads of state into this penthouse. I have signed deals at that dining table worth more than entire companies.None of that prepared me for watching Chloe Dufort turn slowly beneath my ceiling, New York glittering behind her like it rose just to witness her arrival. She looks younger here. Softer. And more dangerous to me than she has ever been."It's different," she says quietly. "From Orlando.""It's honest," I reply.I should feel in control. Instead I feel like a man standing on the edge of something irreversible."Close your eyes," I say.She stills. "Richard…""Trust me."A beat. Then she nods.I take a silk tie from the console table and step behind her. The fabric slides over her eyes. My fingers brush her temples, her hairline. I tie it carefully.My hand settles at the small of her back. She exhales slowly.We take the private elevator down three levels — below everything anyone associates with me. The doors open to dim light and the faint scent
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND,MY FORBIDDEN ADDICTION chapter seven
New York Chloe's POV The drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. His thumb kept stroking the back of my hand in slow circles. Every few minutes, I’d glance at him—the strong line of his jaw, the way he focused on the road.“You’re quiet,” he said after a while.“I’m nervous,” I admitted. “And trying not to ask a hundred questions.”“Ask one,” he said, glancing at me. “Just one for now.”I took a shaky breath. “Is this… a bad idea?”He didn’t answer right away. His hand tightened around mine. “It’s the best bad idea I’ve ever had,” he finally said. “And the only one I don’t want to talk myself out of.”That made my heart do something funny—a mix of fear and pure thrill.---We pulled up to the private airfield. No crowded terminals, no lines. Just a sleek white jet waiting on the tarmac.A uniformed attendant opened my door. “Ms. Dufort.”Richard came around, taking my bag. His hand found the space between my shoulder blades as we walked to the steps. Not possessive. Protective.Insi
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND,MY FORBIDDEN ADDICTION chapter six
The PermissionThe days began to feel different. Lighter. The house didn’t feel like a cage anymore.My dad noticed first. We were on the balcony one night, the stars bright above us.“He makes you really happy,” he said, his voice quiet in the dark.I looked over at him. “Is it that obvious?”“To me it is.” He smiled, a soft, sad thing. “Your mood… it’s like you’ve come back to life. Ever since Richard got here.”I felt my cheeks get warm. “He’s easy to talk to.”My dad turned fully toward me. His face was serious. “Richard is a good man. One of the best I’ve ever known.” He reached over and squeezed my hand. “Whatever makes you happy, my love. That’s all I want.”My throat felt tight. “Dad…”“I mean it, Chloe. I see the way you look at each other.”“It’s not…”“It’s not what?” he asked gently. “Wrong? Sweetheart, life is too short. Real goodness is too rare. If you find it, you hold on.”I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, tears in my eyes.---Richard didn’t act like some stuffy old
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND,MY FORBIDDEN ADDICTION Chapter five : The breaking point
Chloe's POV.I couldn’t stop thinking about him.About last night.His low voice in the dark. "I’ve wondered what you would taste like."The way he looked at me—like I was a secret he was scared to keep, and even more scared to lose.The memory played on a loop in my head. It left me restless. Too warm, even in the cool morning air.---Breakfast was another performance.Rita sat beside me, stirring her tea. The silver spoon made a soft ting against the china.She looked at me with eyes that were almost teary. "Chloe, sweetheart… I have to leave early. Something came up at the office."I placed my hand over hers. "It’s okay, Rita. Thank you for being here. It meant a lot."She gave me a light hug, her perfume sweet and familiar. "I love you, you know."My father’s cheerful voice cut in from the head of the table. "If I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were planning a business takeover."Rita laughed—a bright, polished sound. "Only if you’re supplying the oranges, Alistair."We al
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