Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Best Friend’s Father Wants me: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Enora:The plane landed and I sighed in relief.We were finally here!Mr. Wright immediately stood up and made his way down the plane.I stood up too, threw my bag over my shoulders, and followed him down the the plane, waving at the blonde-haired hostess.Two heavily built men wearing all black and dark shades walked up to Mr. Wright once he was finally on the ground and greeted him with a little bow.They glanced up at me briefly and nodded at whatever Mr. Wright said to them.“Right this way sir," one of them with curly brown hair said and Mr. Wright followed them. I followed closely behind him and slipped into the back seat of the black SUV with him and watched as the men I assumed were security slipped into the driver's side and passenger seat and drove.How the hell does Bridget act like a normal person when she’s not? I know about her shopping habits but the rest of the rich girl's attitude is unseen or unheard.The sound of a phone ringing startled me and I glanced at Mr.

Enora:"Oh my God, I'm so sorry sir," I pleaded, my cheeks flaming hot in embarrassment as I tried to dust out the hot liquid with paper towels from his crotch area.What the fuck is wrong with you Enora?I scolded myself.This was the fourth time I had embarrassed myself in front of him. At this rate, I was going to get fired."I'm so sorry sir, I can get it dried if you just give me a second. I didn't mean to…"I looked up at my boss expecting an annoyed look only to be met by a heated and intense stare directed at me.My breath caught at the intensity in his eyes, my hands still pressed against his crotch.A tension settled between us and I could feel my heart start to race at his intimidating yet sexually charged aura.He groaned out loud in response to the pressure of my hands against his sex. I felt his erection suddenly start to grow under my palms and I gasped. "I'm so sorry, sir…I didn't mean to," I stuttered and quickly pulled my hands away but I hadn't gotten far when he p

Enora:The meeting with Mr. Gonman was finally over. Mr. Wright went to attend to more urgent business and left me alone in the meeting room with the new dates for the rescheduled meetings he was to have with his other clients.I was grateful to be away from his pressing gaze. I could actually think a little better for once since I got this job. As I filled in his calendar, my mind traveled to his kiss. I shuddered as I remembered the way his tongue made love to mine. He tasted musky and refreshing, like crisp Italian wine. I closed my eyes and could hear his deep groans against my lips.“I don’t know if you want more, but I do and I will only touch you with permission.”His words made me shiver. He would touch me only if I permitted him to.I sighed. Why did this feel wrong? What was I even saying? This was wrong! This was Mr. Wright! The father to my best friend, Bridget! She got me this job, cut corners for me to be the personal assistant to her fucking, handsome, stinking-rich d

Enora“Your Italian is beautiful, Enora and it came just in time as well.”He took a sip of his wine and put another forkful of lobster meat in his mouth. I never thought that I would ever be so jealous of cutlery. I took a sip of my wine as well.The evening had progressed so well. I never thought that there would be a time in the world that I wouldn’t be shaking in my boots and gawking at the Adonis sitting in front of me.For someone as imposing and rich as he was, he had a good sense of humor, and it was amazing to hear him laugh at my jokes. Even I didn’t think that they were funny.“I will be meeting with an Italian client in a few days. I was looking to pay for an outside translator but I believe that you will do perfectly.”I nearly choked on my wine as soon as he made his proposal. He wanted a clumsy person like me to translate for him while he spoke to a business client.“I… I think that it would be best that you hire a professional translator.”He set his glass down and tho

Enora:I rolled over and felt the empty space in the bed. My eyes flung open and everything was blurry. I rubbed my eyes and soon, everything came into sharp focus. Mr. Wright’s space on the bed was empty and warm; his clothes were no longer on the floor, and mine were folded neatly and kept on the chair.My head spun and as I tried to move, I felt a deep throbbing pain between my thighs. I fell back down and groaned; memories of last night flooded my mind, and I felt this feeling in my stomach. I thought I would feel happy and satisfied. I just slept with the hottest boss of the century. The hottest boss who just happened to be my best friend's father.The feeling gnawed at me stronger than ever. Did they always say that the strength of the guilt heightens after the deed is done? Post-nut clarity as some might call it.I flopped back down on the bed and threw the covers over my head. Argghhh! What was wrong with me? What had I just done? I just fucked Mr. Wright. Or rather, he fuck