Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fallen for Daddy's Friend: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

I still remember when my mother said those exact same words to me. Mom said I have cancer with a serene smile on her lips and a calm expression that didn’t match at all the seriousness of her illness. Her bright eyes carried no sadness in them, unlike mine, which were blurry by the tears I cried for both of us.I was scared, but I believed that the chemotherapy and treatments could save Mom, but she became weaker and weaker. Her hair fell out at the slightest caress I made, and visits to the hospital became more frequent, as did her stay. Long nights and days in that white room, months facing absurd pain, but always with a smile on her face — this was Elisa, my mother, my light.So I started smoking cigarettes, looking for nicotine to calm me down. My nerves were always on the edge, and I got into arguments easily, fighting and pushing everyone away because of my destructive behavior... because I wasn’t able to deal with the pain inside me, with my

“Excuse me, Mr. Adams...” The Manager raises his hand, attracting everyone’s attention. “How exactly are we supposed to prove this? Aren’t our years of work enough? I’ll tell you for myself, for example, I’ve had years of management in this company, and I’ve been involved in countless projects since J’O Tech opened its doors. Mrs. Wells also participated as a team leader in the big project, and Ms. O’Neil... well, she’s also proven her skills through hard work.”“Yes, that’s right, you certainly have.” Julian puts one hand in his pants pocket and straightens his shoulders, looking even bigger and stronger. “But I’m sure that even you, Roy, have never handled a project like this.”Julian presses another button, and my heart, which had barely calmed down, starts pounding again. My breath also becomes sweaty from the anxiety that makes me shiver and dry my sweaty palms

I take a deep breath, leaving the room first, fixing my skirt and hair, even though I’ve already done it at least three times. The sound of my heels echoing down the corridor seems louder and uncomfortable, especially as I press my legs together, afraid that Julian’s pleasure will run down my thighs.I push open the restroom door, my heart beating quickly from the adrenaline, but when I finally enter the room, with the door closing behind me, my feet freeze on the floor.Sarah is washing her hands, her head down, so serene and composed that I feel out of place. I fix my hair again, afraid that something will give away what I’ve just done.She finally looks at me, but I can’t read her thoughts through her expression. Her intense silence disturbs me, perhaps because the sound of falling water reminds me that there’s something inside me that can also flow.I breathe deeply, walking slowly across the room, escaping Sarah’s gaze tha

My phone buzzes inside my pant pocket, but I make no mention of picking it up because I know exactly why they’re calling me so much; I have a meeting in a few hours, and I should be going through all the papers instead of standing in front of this jewelry store, looking for the most beautiful diamond I can find.I run my hand through my hair, messing it up a bit, but I don’t care — the clock is ticking, and I have no idea how I’m going to do this. My fingers dig into the blonde strands, and I close my eyes tightly, with Angel’s worried face appearing in my mind every time I close them, bringing that damn cold in my stomach with it over and over.I almost didn’t stop Angelee from saying. I almost let those words slip past her soft tongue that would invite me in for a kiss later... But I had to because, from the moment she tells me, we can’t go back.I knew it ever since I crossed that line with her... When I tasted her kiss, he

The meeting went off without a hitch, except for the anxiety that was bubbling fast through my veins. My discomfort was so visible that every time I loosened my tie a little more and adjusted my collar, Amelie, Mike’s secretary, offered me a glass of water.When it’s finally over and everyone gets up, I feel weak. Sweat drips below my shirt even though the AC is on. I pinch the top of my nose, trying to relieve the pressure in my head, the threat of pain that crossed it and made me clench my teeth.Mike stands up, saying something to Amelie, but I don’t pay attention; I’m so absorbed in my own conflicts that I can’t understand a word he says. She smiles at him... in fact, she laughs softly, shaking her head as she takes the papers from his hands. A subtle smile also reaches Mike’s lips, and his eyes shine as bright as Angelee’s.They’re really so alike... no wonder I believed the words of that sixteen-year-old girl I&rsq