Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Passion: My Father's bestfriend : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

EvansI was shit. I knew I was. I wanted her and I wanted to make her mime. I loved her but I was so…scared. She is married now, she'll never be mine. I shut off the whole world as the scotch hit the back of my throat. How was I going to bear it? I can't live without her. I got up from the seat, ordering the waiter to ring up a fresh bottle of whiskey for me. I know I said drinking wasn't in the books. I know I said I wasn't going to anymore. I know I said I wasn't going to go back to this life but fuck that, fuck all I said and more. Just give me this one thing. Maybe drinking is the best fucking option. It fucking is. If I drink and drink and drink then the memories will fade away and I won't think about her face and how much hurt I've caused her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.She is so young. Way younger than me but I got so close. I wanted to marry her, shit I did. I wanted to do lots more with her. I listened to my voicemail history and most of them were from Gloria, Cassie and Barry. Fu

EvansIt's been a week and I haven't gone to work or done anything else useful. I've avoided my daughter and I just want it to be this way. “Really?” Cressida said as she entered my condo.“I call you and you're here drinking.” “I've been busy.” “You certainly have.” Her eyes roam around the empty bottles and a few smokes here and there. “I thought you quit this.”“I thought I did too. Now why are you here?”“Checking up on you because you're my friend and I was scared if you were dead.”“I'm not dead.” “Evans…what's going on. Is it because of the marriage?” “Don't. Not right now, I've not thought about that in a week.” I've thought about it every day and she knows I'm lying. “Look, I don't know what to tell you to snap out of this. But at least go to your office. You have a shit ton of work. I went over there today thinking you were busy but your secretary informed me about your absence, hence me being here.” “Cheers to that then,” I said sarcasm and uninterest weighed in my

AmeliaJust as you thought, my marriage has been boring as fuck. My daily life now is a schedule that probably marks on my “things to do list”. One– Wake up and have breakfast. That's if I even have breakfast. The morning sickness kills me now and a lot of things the check prepares smells unsettling. Two– Go into my room and lie on the bed to think. A moment of solitude? Maybe, I don't know Three– Go to see Becca and see how the restaurant is doing. Four– Come back and check if I have check-ups in the hospital and if I don't. Guess what? I rotate the shit again. Ray wasn't home and my bored self decided to explore a little. I made sure the helps were retired to their rooms. I got to his ‘study’ and although, I was expecting it locked. Luckily, I sneaked a key from the chef in the morning. He has the key to every room in the house. I unlocked the door and it was dark. I could barely find my way in properly. The curtains were drawn close and lights were off. Maybe I should go…“Sh

Evans“Yes, oh.” Her eyes watched me closely. Like a lioness looking for her prey, the hunger in her eyes. But she was here for something else.Get yourself together Evans. Focus. I aimed to protect her and not fuck her…even if that's what I want to do. Plus, I couldn't tell her that I was stroking myself and thinking about her. I'm too embarrassed to do that. Look at me, 40 and beating my meat to the nasty imaginations of someone I'm a decade older than. Shit. “You can stay here if you want?” I offered. At least the question helped deviate her attention from my dick. “I don't want to bother you—’“You won't be. I'm fine. You're welcome to stay, at least for the night.” “Thank you.” She said lightly. “I'll go get some change of clothes. You can use the bathroom and dry yourself.” “Okay.” I hastened to my room like a child ready for a play fight. Pulling out one of my shirts from the wardrobe, I remembered how sexy she looked when she wore one of my shirts. After dropping the sh

Evans“I want you. But you're not mine. You're married and you may act like you want this but I know you. I know you don't want to, I can't take advantage of you this way. I love you too much to do that. I'm sorry.” “I miss you,” She leans in. “I miss you so much. My body yearns for you and i just can't get my head straight when all I think about is you.” “I know. I want you to but not this way; this isn't right.” I wasn't going to take advantage of her vulnerability towards me. Even if I fucking hate Ramon, he doesn’t ’ deserve to be disrespected. I fucking hate that I'm taking his fucking side. “There's something I want to tell you.” She says after she leans back to her seat. “I probably shouldn't but I don't know, I guess I still consider you as a friend even after everything.” “You can tell me anything.” “Ramon and I…well, we've both..uhm..” “It's okay. Just calm down and say it.” “Well, he is gay. I found out two days ago.” I hadn't realized my mouth was in an ‘O’ sha