Lahat ng Kabanata ng FALLING FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Lost in my text conversation with Sean, who had bombarded my phone with more details about his family that I hadn't had time to read, I entered the elevator without looking up. My focus was solely on crafting a response to his message... But then, a thought struck me, and I quickly checked the timestamp of his text. My heart sank as I realized he might already be waiting outside. Just my luck. "Is everything alright, Ms. Monroe?" A deep voice resonated near my ear, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Without any delay, I connected the voice to a face. "Oh. Hey. Um...wow. I mean, I didn't realize you were in here." "Clearly," he responded, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. "You're late. Again." Confusion washed over me. Was he referring to my late departure from work? Wasn't that something most bosses would appreciate in their employees? Ms. Olsen certainly would. "I had to make some copies, and the machine was malfunctioning," I explained, searching for a way to j

Catching up with Miranda turned out to be a smooth transaction and, if I had any doubts about how this hard-luck dinner was about to go, they relented a bit, if not all. As Miranda led us through the foyer, I couldn’t help but take in the grandeur of her home. The walls were adorned with elegant paintings and the floors were made of polished marble that reflected the light from the chandeliers hanging above us. The furniture was all high-end, with plush sofas and armchairs that seemed to invite you to sink into their soft cushions. I noticed a grand piano standing proudly in one corner of the room, and an intricately designed fireplace on the opposite wall. Everything about the place exuded wealth and luxury, and it was hard not to feel overwhelmed by it all. As we entered Miranda’s lavish abode, a sharp pang of nostalgia hit me like a ton of bricks. Despite my best efforts to suppress the feeling and focus on the present moment, the longing in my heart refused to budge. Each time I

[AVA] This was a complete disaster. I mean, I knew it had the potential to go south—I even warned Sean about it—but I definitely didn't intend for it to turn out this way. Now, I'm desperately hoping I'm mistaken, that this is just another dreadful dream before an important exam, and that everything will be fine once I open my eyes. But how can you wake up from something that's already wide awake? To my utter surprise, it wasn't Coraline who initiated the awkward conversation—it was her boyfriend. Aaron Grant. The notorious rebel of the Grant family. A classic embodiment of a filthy rich bad boy. That guy, from what I knew, only dated supermodels. So you can imagine my shock when I saw him standing next to Coraline. A twenty-one-year-old woman with the maturity level of a nine-year-old. "How long has this been going on?" Aaron asked, his dark eyes sparkling with his trademark mischievousness. I had a gut feeling that Aaron was intentionally stirring up trouble. I mean, come on

[AVA] It's hard to turn down the sad younger brother of your deceased best friend, especially when you used to be just as close to him as he was to his sister. That's probably why, when Kian asked if I needed a ride, I couldn't bring myself to say no. He saw right through my feeble attempts to decline, or maybe it was the frustration etched on my face and the lack of alternatives that made my situation painfully obvious. I slid into the backseat, longing for this nightmare to be over. To be completely honest, all I could think about was kicking off these torturous heels, shedding this suffocating dress, and collapsing onto my bed. I craved the comfort of my covers, wishing to sleep away the memory of tonight's events. It was the only way I could imagine finding solace and moving on without being consumed by despair. I refused to let this one awful day have a lasting impact on my life. I had a bright future ahead, and I wouldn't allow tonight's ordeal to bring me down. But despite m

[AVA] All hell broke loose before I even arrived at work. “He’s been fired!” Nicole exclaimed, leaning over the desk and panting as if she had just climbed the stairs from the seventh to the eleventh floor to bring the terrible news. I furrowed my brows, trying to make sense of her urgency. "Take a breath and slow down," I said, placing my handbag and phone on my desk. I turned to face her. "Who are we talking about?" Nicole glanced around, her eyes briefly stopping at Mr. Larson's office. "Your boss." Confusion flooded my mind. I had multiple bosses, so it wasn't exactly a straightforward question. "Which one?" I asked. "The immediate one," she clarified, and finally, it clicked in my head. My jaw dropped. "Wait, seriously? Are you kidding me?" This was completely unexpected. "Why? What did he do?" "I honestly have no clue, but I'm dying to find out," Nicole exclaimed, shaking her head. "I've been on edge ever since I heard about it. I couldn't resist going upstairs to invest