Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Dad's Best Friend: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ARIES We made an offer!I had watched Rochelle leave the house nearly every morning in search of a job, only to return every time looking sad and discouraged. The weariness on her face hit me like a slap in the face. I hated to see her like this, trying so hard but feeling so defeated. I often overheard her phone conversations, the polite refusals, the disheartened sighs. There was desperation in her eyes each time she walked out that door. I knew how much getting a job, just any job, meant to her, and it broke my heart to see her struggling.It was during one of those heavy moments, after watching her return home with drooped shoulders and a heavy sigh, that I decided to talk to Adrien about it. We'd always been close, even though we never always agreed on everything, and I figured now was the time to bring him into the loop. I felt an idea forming in my mind that might just help her out.“Adrien, can I talk to you?” I called out, walking toward the living room where he was

AMBER Anything for the cash!I was about to enter the supermarket when I heard my name.“Amber!”At first, I simply brushed it off, thinking someone was calling for someone else. It was a bustling day, filled with the sounds of chatter and carts rolling over the pavement. I stepped toward the glass doors, the bright lights inside illuminating my path, when I heard it again.“Amber!”Curiosity caught me; I turned around. As I scanned the crowd, I saw a figure breaking away from a group of people. My heart started pattering as he drew closer, and I quickly recognized him. It was Fred, Rochelle’s ex-boyfriend.“Amber,” he called as he drew closer to me.“What do you want, Fred?” I asked when he finally reached me, a slight annoyance in my voice. I hadn’t seen him since he came to me asking about Rochelle, as if I was supposed to be her guardian angel, and I didn’t quite fancy running into him now.“I’m not following you everywhere,” he insisted, almost defensively, as if he could

ADRIEN She tastes like temptation!I was really struggling to come to terms with what just happened back in the living room. My head was pounding, my heart racing, and my palms still tingling from the heat of Rochelle’s touch. I leaned against the cool marble countertop in the kitchen, hoping the chill would somehow ground me. But it didn’t. My mind kept replaying every detail—her sultry smile, the way her fingers danced across my chest, and how she whispered my name like it was a secret only the two of us shared.Rochelle had seduced me. I wasn’t proud of it, but there was no denying it. She knew exactly what she was doing from the moment she walked into the room, wearing that silk dress that clung to every curve of her body. Her dark eyes locked onto mine with a challenge, daring me to resist her. And for a while, I thought I could. I told myself she was trouble, that she was playing some dangerous game, but damn it, she was too hot to resist.I tried to keep my distance. I reall

ROCHELLE Just friends or…?I was sleeping when I began to hear voices of people laughing from the living room. At first, the sound dripped in and out of my dreams like a distant melody. The rich, lively laughter was warm and inviting, wrapping around me like a soft blanket, even though I felt a flutter of annoyance at being stirred from my much-needed rest.Slowly, I opened my eyes, the sleepy haze clouding my thoughts. I recognized the first voice immediately: it was Adrien. He had a way of making any conversation feel light and fun, his laughter infectious. But the second voice was unfamiliar. Curiosity piqued; I decided to step outside and see what they were up to. I threw on a robe and quietly made my way to the door, my heart fluttering a bit at the anticipation of discovering who might be visiting.As I turned the knob and opened the door, I heard the second speaker clearly. When I realized who it was, I froze. “I just want to make sure Rochelle is alright. I’ve been wor

ROCHELLE A Dangerous Game!Lately, Aries and Adrien had become so engrossed in their business that they barely noticed me, even when I wore the clothes I thought would be enough to seduce them. I wasn’t asking for much—a lingering glance, a subtle smirk, anything that showed they still saw me. But nothing. Their eyes were glued to their laptops, their conversations laced with deals and deadlines, and their focus on everything except me.I wasn’t just their assistant; I was Rochelle—bold, beautiful, and tired of being ignored. My job was supposed to be simple: manage their schedules, keep things running smoothly, and follow their rules.But now, following their rules didn’t seem so important.Determined to get back their attention, I started going out. Not just out, but out late. Really late. It was a clear violation of the one rule they drilled into my head from day one: Do not come home late without letting us know. They claimed it was for my safety, but I knew it was mo