Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Dad's Best Friend.: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

MATTIAS’S POV: (continued)“G…good day, Sir,” one of my guards said as he approached my car. I had signaled him over; he walked up with his shoulders hunched, hands clasped so tight his knuckles whitened. I could see the fear and worry in his eyes.“Good day…” I nodded, stepping out of the car. I straightened my shoulders, cleared my throat and planted my feet so I looked taller……yet calm and in control, before I continued. “The day of the accident… Doctor Ryle’s death, you were on duty, right?” I asked. The police weren’t finished with their investigation, but I wanted to move things forward as quickly as I could before anything got worse.“Yes… yes Sir, I was,” he said, bowing his head slightly and rubbing the back of his neck.“Who came in? Remember I said not to let strangers in. Who was here on the day of the murder?” I leaned forward a little, elbows bent, watching his face. He stared at me blankly, eyes flicking to the ground as though trying to pull memory up. Then he shook h

BEAU’S POVI sat on the couch, every muscle coiled so tight my hands trembled. It’s been two whole days. Two endless days since I’d been turned away at Shimma’s door. They wouldn’t let me in. They kept her from me.Her photos displaying on my television were a poor substitute. I’d stared at them until the edges blurred…….her face lit the screen and my chest tightened into a fist. It wasn’t enough. I needed to see her in person, to stand near the lilt of her scent, to watch the slow tilt of her head, to watch those eyes that always seemed to look right through me. I craved the curve of her lips, the soft fall of her hair, the way her body moved when she laughed. The want in me had a taste, metallic and hot.My breathing came faster now, shallow and urgent. I rubbed my palms against my jeans until the skin burned. The apartment felt too small. Every clock ticked loud, like a countdown I hadn’t consented to. I was falling apart….my whole life was falling apart and I felt utterly helpless

Beau’s POV.(continued)“What if someone else used the chance? What if someone who hated him took advantage when there was no one around?” I let the question hang there like bait.“Who?” the cop asked.I let the name drop freely from my mouth. “Mattias.”It felt obscene to say it out loud. But it had to sound plausible, and Mattias had motive and history. The Cop turned around and stole a glance at the other cop who stood by the door.He drifted his gaze back to me, his brows furrowed in shock mixed with concern and curiosity….he was buying it. I could tell from the way his eyes suddenly became unsure. “What makes you say that?” Thw other officer who stood by the door asked. I hesitated, taking a deep breath, then I spoke, trying to sound calm and a bit unsure…..bur at the same time. Believable.“Shimma’s father died at Ryle’s hospital years ago,” I said, my voice soft. “They failed him. He lost everything…….his job, his health…Mattias was close to Shimma’s family. He held Ryle resp

BEAU’S POV.“Arghh! Yes, harder! Oh!”The words were still hanging in the air when the alarm cut through everything…….loud and humiliating in a way that made my face burn.I shot my eyes open, my heart slamming against my chest, only to realize it was a dream. Another dream.Another sick, sinful dream.The image of Shimma wasn’t just in my head like any other fantasy…….it felt too real. Her voice. Her body. That heat that always made me forget myself.I jerked up from the bed, swallowing hard as if I could choke down the shame….this was too shameful, knowing she couldn’t be mine as quickly as I wanted her to be. How long was this going to continue?Having sex dreams about Shimma wasn’t going to make waiting any easier.But at the same time, I couldn’t go to her. Not yet.Not when I was still a suspect in the cops’ eyes.Not when I could be arrested any day and I would never get to see her again.Not when my life felt like a thin piece of string stretched between me and freedom……and a

SHIMMA’S POVI managed to sit up, although my whole body felt extremely weak……..like every muscle had already decided to give up, and I was only stubborn enough to refuse.The room was a bit dark. The light from the hallway barely reached the edge of the bed. My head swam with fog, and the air felt heavy in my lungs.I tried to steady my breathing, but even that felt like effort.When I pushed my feet to the floor, my legs trembled immediately. I caught myself on the bedframe first… then on the wall….. my fingers splayed, gripping hard as if the house could tilt.Slowly, carefully, I stood up.I made my way toward the door the way you walk across thin ice…….measuring every step before committing. Every step down was a fight against dizziness, and I kept clinging to the walls between turns because I couldn’t walk without support. I couldn’t even stand on my own.At the stairs, my fingers found the railing.I held it tightly. Too tightly.I could feel how cold the metal was against my s