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Resisting my father’s best friend Chapter nine
“So that’s it? You’re just giving up?”“I’m doing what I should have done the night you came to my penthouse. I’m protecting you from me.”He walked to the elevator without looking back, pressed the button with deliberate control. The doors opened immediately, like the universe was conspiring to help him escape. He stepped inside, and only then did he turn to look at me one last time.The hunger in his eyes was devastating. So was the resignation.“I’m sorry,” he said. “For all of it.”The doors closed, and he was gone.I stood in the middle of his private gym, still wrapped for a fight that never really happened, surrounded by the lingering scent of his cologne and the echo of his confession. My body still tingled everywhere he’d touched me. My heart still raced from being held in his arms. My mind still replayed the way he’d said *everything about this is wrong* like it was a death sentence instead of just another obstacle.Men like Dominic Ashford didn’t give up. They fought. They
Resisting my father’s best friend Chapter eight
“Good,” he said, his voice rougher than before. “Now your hands. Bring them up, protect your face. Elbows in.” I raised my wrapped hands, and he adjusted them from behind, his arms coming around me to position my fists. We were completely aligned now, my back to his chest, his arms bracketing mine, his chin nearly resting on my shoulder. “Like this?” I asked, proud that my voice only shook a little. “Perfect.” But he didn’t step away, didn’t release me. For a handful of heartbeats, we just stood there, wrapped around each other under the guise of instruction, both of us breathing too hard for such a simple lesson. Then he stepped back abruptly, putting necessary distance between us. “Let’s try some basic punches. Jab first.” The next twenty minutes were torture disguised as training. Every correction required touch, his hands on my shoulders, my waist, my arms. He showed me how to pivot my hips for power, how to keep my core tight, how to breathe through the movements. Eac
Resisting my father’s best friend Chapter seven
The email arrived Friday afternoon, addressed to the entire project team but clearly meant for me, the new girl.Team wellness initiative. Boxing sessions available at my private gym, Saturdays 7am. Builds discipline and stress management. Optional but recommended. - D. AshfordI stared at the message for a full minute, reading between the lines of corporate-speak. A team initiative that happened to be at his private gym, conveniently scheduled for a day when the rest of the team probably had family commitments or actual lives to attend to.This was a terrible idea.I hit reply and typed: I’ll be there.Saturday morning came too quickly. I stood outside the address Dominic had sent, a converted warehouse in Tribeca that probably cost more than most people’s houses. The building was all industrial chic, exposed brick and tall windows, the kind of place that whispered old money trying to look casual.My workout clothes suddenly felt inadequate. Leggings and a fitted tank top that had se
Resisting my father’s best friend Chapter six
I walked into Ashford Tower at seven forty five on Monday morning, dressed in my sharpest navy suit and heels that clicked confidence against the marble lobby floor. I had rehearsed this moment all weekend, practiced my professional smile in the mirror, prepared myself to be calm and collected and completely in control.That confidence lasted exactly thirty seconds.Because when I stepped into the twenty first floor conference room, Dominic was already there.He stood at the windows overlooking Manhattan, hands in his pockets, looking like he owned not just this building but the entire city stretching out before him. The morning light caught the silver in his hair, made his profile look carved from stone. He wore a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my monthly salary, crisp white shirt, no tie yet. He looked different in daylight, sharper somehow, a man who carried empires on his shoulders and made it look easy.Then he turned and saw
Resisting my father’s best friend Chapter five
The necklace felt like a brand against my skin as I stood outside Dominic’s penthouse at eight fifty seven. Three minutes early, but I couldn’t bring myself to knock yet. My reflection stared back at me from the polished brass of his door number, the Art Deco diamonds catching the hallway light, throwing tiny rainbows across my throat.I had changed clothes four times. Settled on a simple black dress that could pass for professional or personal depending on how you looked at it. My armor and my surrender all at once.At exactly nine, I knocked.The door opened almost immediately, like he had been waiting on the other side. Dominic stood there in dark slacks and a white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, no tie. He looked different without the full suit, more human somehow, but no less devastating.His eyes went straight to the necklace. Something dark and possessive flickered across his face before he locked it down.“You wore it,” he said quietly.“You told me to.”“I shouldn’t hav
Resisting my father’s best friend Chapter four
CHAPTER FOURIt was Pitch day.I stood in the Martinez Architecture conference room at 7:45am, fifteen minutes early, wearing my best armor: a tailored black suit that I hoped said “take me seriously,” heels that added three inches to my height, and my hair pulled back in a sleek bun that meant business. My presentation was loaded and ready. My notes were organized.I could do this even if my hands were a little shaky.The conference room was all glass and steel, with a view of lower Manhattan that usually made me feel powerful just made me feel exposed. The presentation screen dominated one wall. A long table sat twelve people comfortably. By eight o’clock, it would be filled with the people who would decide my future.My father arrived at 7:50, coffee in hand, and pulled me into a quick hug. “Ready, mija?”“As I’ll ever be.”“You’ve got this. I’ve seen your work. It’s good.” He pulled back, his expression serious. “But I want you to know, whatever happens today, I’m proud of you. Fo
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