All Chapters of Forbidden Fantasy with my Best Friend’s Dad: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

LauraI lay there, completely spent, tangled in the sheets that still carried his scent. I probably wouldn’t be washing the sheets anytime soon as I’m not sure when or if I’d ever be getting another chance with him. Until that happens or not, I’d be using the sheets as an alternative. Those scents are enough to make me come hard. My body hummed with satisfaction, and I couldn’t help but let a sly smile stretch across my lips.I turned to face him, tracing my fingers along his strong jawline. “You’re incredible, you know that? That was so intense, and I enjoyed every moment.” I muttered to him, while beaming with smiles.Jackson’s gaze softened, but there was something distant in his eyes. He gave me a faint smile and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “You should clean up. I’ll join you soon.” He chimed in, his tone quiet, almost hesitant.“Alrighty, I’ll be waiting for you, and who knows, I might just be free for a second round.” I retorted, seductively winking at him but he had a blank

LauraSleep was a luxury that refused to find me. My body felt heavy, yet my mind raced endlessly, replaying every moment with Jackson, every glance, every touch, and ultimately, the painful words he’d spoken when he walked away.I reached for my phone and dialed my twin sister, Laurette. She always knew how to ground me when I felt lost. The phone rang... once, twice, and then straight to voicemail. I tried again, hoping she'd pick up. No luck."Hey, it's me," I whispered into the phone after the beep. "I just... I need you right now. Call me when you can."I ended the call, feeling more alone than ever.I lay in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. The silence of the room was deafening, filled with thoughts I couldn’t quiet. For what felt like an eternity, I just lay there, blank, unable to cry, unable to feel anything but this hollow ache in my chest.After what must have been an hour, I gave up on sleep and dragged myself to the living room. I turned on the TV and mindless

Laura“What the hell are you doing in my kitchen, Andrew?” I asked again as I groaned and pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to steady the throbbing in my head. Every beat felt like a hammer against my skull, a painful reminder of my terrible decision last night. The nausea had subsided a little, but I still felt weak. Seeing the surprised look on his face, I realized I must have been too harsh so I dialed back my tone. He was standing across from me, arms crossed, watching me with a blank expression. "Okay," I muttered, clearing my dry throat. "Seriously, Andrew… what are you doing here?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don’t remember?" He asked while I frowned."Remember what?" I asked too.Andrew then exhaled through his nose, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe me. "I called you last night. Multiple times." I blinked. "You did?" I asked while I did a quick recollection, but I couldn’t remember a thing. My head was completely blank. All I remember was drinking t