Forbidden Passion: My Father's bestfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Amelia Evans didn't come home after this. It didn't bother my father but it bothered me, he wasn't taking any of my calls and we needed to take pictures and release them on the Internet. The engagement ceremony was tonight. “Where are you?” I asked Evans on the phone. After calling all day, he finally decided to answer. “I've been working.” “You need to meet me. We have something important.” “My work is more important Amelia.” “Mimi, you can call me Mimi.” He said nothing at his end. “Please. Remember, you promised to help” “And I haven't signed the papers yet.” “Meet me at PremiumDelu” ****** He did come, but this time better. His blonde hair was gelled back, exposing his chiseled face and painted nose. How could I forget how beautiful my father's best friend is…how sometimes I wish he could be mine. His leather tux didn't do justice in hiding his large arms. The shirt almost looked small cause this man was wide! He ushered me into the car, it felt like one of those

AmeliaIt struck again and I ran out of the room, jumping onto Evans. “Ahhh”“Get off!” He throws me on the floor.“Ouhh, my elbow. F*ck. Can't you be a gentleman at least?”“You jumped on me.” He defended“So,you could have at least caught me.” If that wasn't enough, the power chose to go off at that particular moment.I clutch onto Evans shirt, I'm scared of the dark and there is no way in h*ll I was going to leave his shirt. “Let go of my shirt Amelia.” “There's a power outage.”“I can see. I'm not blind.”“Where are you going then?” I asked.“To get a lamp.”“I'll come.”“First you're scared of thunder and rain,now it's the dark. I'm not babysitting.”“Who said I was scared? I'm trying to keep you company.”“I don't need that.” ***********************************After our back and forth night, the morning finally came. I called Cassie, planning on crashing at her place for a while.After a change of clothes—Evans clothes since mine were soaking wet. I rang Cassie's doorbel

Evans After the call from Barry, I had to get my things ready and headed out. Personally, I would shit myself if my best friend found out about the things happening between his daughter and I. There was nothing actually happening, but she was a pain in the ass.Their engagement was going to be on a ship. Classy. I don't quite understand Amelia. As impulsive and dumb as she is, sometimes she can be reasonable. “Glad you could make it.” Barry approached me. I understand Barry can be a little—well a lot. Barry and I have been friends since middle school. He grew up in wealth and his dad was no different. I loved going to Barry's home, I mean we would do a lot of things there. We would party, smoke and drink. The father didn't care about shit, only his company. Barry's place was my solitary. My house was shit, I mean dad with no job but spends his money on drinks—my father was a stone cold womaniser. Mom, on the other hand, wished she was better. Fuck her though, she was a bad mother

Evans Home sweet home. There was nothing better than being home alone. Some of you would say it's boring being alone, you need to go out and have some fun. What do they call it again? Ah yes, live your life outdoors to the fullest. That's just the thing, I can't. I enjoy my company—keyword mine. I love myself too much to waste my time with people who would only make me stressed. I rarely work from home most of the time, but when I am home—I love enjoying the peace. I had to check my emails. I didn't have the time for work. I saw an attached photo from an unknown number. I want you to come and fuck me so hard Evans. I'm already dripping wet Daddy. Amelia's breasts were half-out. She looked so seductive and even for me, that's a ten. The message was probably sent when she was drunk. Me: Now you stalk me. Should I be worried? I see the bubbles. Amelia: How the fuck did you get my number? Who is this? Me: It's Evans Amelia: Omg, shit. Wrong number. Evans: Of course. Ameli

Amelia“You're not as surprised as me.”“When did you start working as a chef?”“Is that a question, because I don't think it is.”“Nevermind, that is not my problem. Just prepare the meal. I'm having guests over.”“Why didn't you just hire a cooking agency?”“No cooking agency was available for the job so I had to hire a good chef.”I would rather cook for anyone other than my annoying jerk of a cousin. Seriously, the dude was an asshole and I hated the whole question and answer thing we were doing.“What can you cook in 45 minutes?”“What the fuck?Are you kidding me Daniel?”“What?You're the chef, not me.”“You just have to order take-out.”“I can't fucking do that, when I've gotten a chef.”“Okay, just give me some time to cook up something edible.”***********************************My first day of work and I got assigned to my jerk of a cousin. I whisk up something, some fried chicken with fries and side pastries. All I could do at such notice. Soon enough, the house was filled