Todos os capítulos de Father In Law: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I immediately fall in love with the ambience of the 25th floor. Dark wood flooring, cream colored walls and soft golden lighting. It's rather romantic in my opinion. But, the word romance and my father in law should be nowhere near each other. There's a huge oak desk right in front of the elevator, and it seems as if no one is there. But, as soon as I step out of the elevator, an older lady with purple framed glasses looks at me questioningly. "May I help you?""Yes, I came to give breakfast to Mr. Crosswalk."She raises an eyebrow at me. "Do you have an appointment? Because you don't look like a delivery girl." She narrows her eyes at me and gives me a once over. My cheeks heat in response. "Anthony is my father in law.""Ah, so you're Sebastian's wife.""Yes.""Hmm...maybe you're not keeping him happy enough."My eyes widen in anger. How dare she? "I don't see how that's any of your business."She huffs and points to a room. I observe the cream leather chairs to the far right a

The next few days pass in the same manner. Anthony doesn't eat breakfast at home again. He leaves early and comes home late. Even later than Sebastian. I eat with Sebastian whenever I'm at home and we continue to share stories about our days. He even opens up about Adeline and I'm glad that he has someone to talk to now. When I do see Anthony, he tries his best not to look tired, but I know he is. So here I am, at his office, carrying his lunch in my hand. Lunch that I made myself. Lobster Mac and cheese with mozzarella sticks. Even Julia approved of it. I greet Linda who's become my friend by now. I stop by her everyday and chat a little after giving Anthony and Sebastian their breakfasts. "Is Anthony up?""He never leaves. Don't look for Sebastian though. He's not here. "I grin at her and take the elevator. It's not really a surprise that Sebastian isn't here. When I step out on the 25th floor, Bertha's sour face greets me. What a way to kill the mood. "Mr. Crosswalk is busy. H

"Warren!" I greet him as soon as I see him in my boutique. He smiles wide and pulls me into a hug. "Hey Char, let me look at you."He pulls back and looks at my face. "Still as gorgeous as ever.""And you're still a sweet talker as ever."He looks around my boutique and smiles. "Charlotte's Secrets huh? I've heard a lot about it.""Good things I hope.""All good things, but I've found out your secret. A super successful business, and you got married." He whispers with widened eyes. "Well I've found out your secret too. Accelerate, and you're about to get married." I smirk at him. He laughs then. "Oh come on, it's not me who's getting married. It's my cousin.""Oh." I look at him sheepishly. "Yeah oh. I was hoping you'd be able to plan her wedding.""Of course, but she'll have to meet me for the all the specifics.""She lives in Chicago. I'll let her know."I think about it and realize I do need to go to Chicago and talk to the coordinators there. A few of my suppliers are base

After the debacle from this morning, I'm barely able to concentrate on work. Through sheer willpower, I get half of the preparations done for Adeline's wedding. I've dealt with a lot of dickheads in my lifetime, in the metaphorical sense of course. But Anthony? I don't know how to deal with him. Deep in my heart, I do feel guilty about lying to his face about Sebastian's whereabouts. Sebastian has been hostile from the very start, and Anthony's the one who made it more tolerable. He did have a point there. I know I'll need a strong drink tonight. So, I plan a girl's night out with Linda and Harper. I told Julia I'll no longer be taking breakfast to their royal high asses. She was confused, but didn't question it. I've got better things to do anyway. This business doesn't run by itself. Just because it's not as big as Crosswalk Industries, doesn't mean it's little, as Anthony had put it. I get prospective clients from all around America. I take a small nap on my desk, which is unfort

"I see a whole lot of space over there." I point to the other end of the couch and look at Anthony pointedly. He spreads his legs and eats from his plate, as if he has no care in the world, completely ignoring what I just said. Just like how we're both ignoring the fact that he groped me. That shouldn't have felt as good as it did. I watch how he meticulously stabs a pelmeni, which is basically a dumpling and chews it a certain number of times. The same way he had done at my parents' house. His jaw works as he chews and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. After he finishes his plate, he loosens his tie with deft fingers and I press my thighs together. "I'm going to Chicago on Saturday." I inform him. "And you're telling me now?"I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "Is that a problem or would you have preferred me not telling you? I'm telling you three days in advance.""That bratty attitude of yours is pissing me off." The way his eyes darken signifies a threat. I