Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Fantasy with my Best Friend’s Dad: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Jackson I went to bed with thoughts of Laura flooding my head. I forced myself to bed when imaginations wouldn’t stop forming in my head. I went to bed with her face and name, the last one on my mind, and I woke up to the same thing. I had to force myself to focus on other things, and thankfully, the meeting I had was the perfect solution. Once I remembered what I stood to gain and what was at stake, I braced up and shuffled my thoughts… I adjusted my cufflinks as I stepped into the glass-walled conference room, my focus locked on the investors waiting for me… until I saw him. John Reynolds. My stomach clenched. Of all the people I expected to see here, Lisa’s father wasn’t one of them. The last time we spoke was before Lisa ended things… it was even quite a while before then. Back then, we were civil, even friendly.l despite the fact that neither of us knew any of us was existing. It was Lisa who introduced us shortly after we started dating. It was one of thos

Jackson I pulled into the parking lot of Plato Bar, gripping the steering wheel as I stared at the neon-lit entrance. The place was alive, pulsing with music even from outside. Seeing the line forming near the entrance, with people eager to get inside, I felt like turning the car around and going home. But then I thought about what was waiting for me back home. Laura. The forbidden, off-limits temptation I wasn’t supposed to touch. And after that pool scene, I don’t think going back home was the best. I’d end up thinking about her again and that’s dangerous. This, though, was just a mystery woman trying to play games, and maybe a little game wasn’t that bad. Tonight, I’d just have fun regardless of the outcome. With that, I stepped out of the car and walked inside. The moment I crossed the entrance, I was hit with a wall of energy. Music blasted through the speakers, deep bass vibrating through the floors. Neon lights flashed everywhere while bodies pressed to

Laura I stood in front of my closet, hands on my hips, determined. The class field trip was finally over and Arlene was coming home, so I decided to make her a surprise dinner, but if I was being brutally honest, my excitement wasn’t just about her. It was about him. Jackson. I wasn’t going to let things happen by chance anymore. I want his attention. I wanted to see that flicker in his eyes, that moment when he would notice me, really notice me, and couldn’t look away. Of course, Laurette had advised me to forget about him and give Andrew a chance, but then, I still wanted to be seen by Jackson. And forthat to happen, I needed the perfect outfit. I skimmed through my wardrobe, tossing aside casual sweaters and simple dresses. No, tonight wasn’t about casual. Tonight was about making an impression. Then, my fingers brushed against it, a deep red, form-fitting dress with thin straps and a low-cut back. Bold. Sensual. Tempting. Perfect. I smirked to my

Jackson From the moment Laura stepped into the house, I knew I was in trouble. She looked fire… dangerously, sinfully hot in that damn outfit. The kind of hot that made men forget their morals. And I, unfortunately, was just a man. I clenched my jaw, gripping my whiskey glass a little too tightly as I watched her from the corner of my eye, pretending to be unbothered. She looked like she wanted something more from me, but I ignored her, pretending like she wasn’t the most distracting thing in the room. I needed to look away, so I forced myself to turn back and vanished into my room, leaving her there at the door. I settled at my desk diving into my work. I had unfinished projects from work, and that seemed like the perfect distraction, keeping my mind off the fact that Laura was walking around my house, looking like that, existing like a problem I didn’t know how to solve. The universe must have taken pity on me because it wasn’t long after that that Ar

Jackson After Laura left the roof, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I tried… tried to refocus on the work in front of me, gripping the wooden plank and running the sander over its surface, but my hands moved on its own, my mind constantly circling back to her. I loved the way her breath skipped when she saw me shirtless. How her eyes lingered a second too long, her cheeks warming, her body going still as if she were caught in a trance. Most especially how her eyes felt on me. I smirked to myself, gripping the sander tighter. She wanted me. No matter how much she tried to hide it, no matter how hard she pretended to be unfazed, her body betrayed her. And that thought alone did things to me. I exhaled sharply, shaking my head, trying to refocus on my task, but it was pointless. I had lost control of the moment. With an irritated sigh, I set the tools aside and dusted off my hands. There was no use forcing it when my mind was completely wrecked by the th