Semua Bab Claiming My Father’s Best Friend : Bab 91 - Bab 100

ASTRIDJordan hook one of my legs on his waist, and then he skims his fingers up my quivering thighs, beneath the hem of my gown, traveling up, until he reaches the silky barrier of my panties.He presses two fingers against my panties, which is soaked with arousal, all from sucking him off. “You’re fucking drenched,” he murmurs. He lightly rubbed me through the panties. I growl, loving the feel of his hand. “So I take it you are starving?”“Yes.” He grins and winks. “And I know just the way to satisfy your hunger.”Jordan scoops me in a bridal style and carries me to the dining table and then he disappears into the kitchen and then returns with a whip cream.A shiver rum down my spine in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me.Jordan tugs off my gown in one smooth movement, trailing his tongue down the valley of my breast to my navel.He pours some cream on my navel and begins to suck while he trails his fingers down my fold.“Jordan…” I moan softly. He slides my panties o

JORDANThirty minutes later I’m sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of bourbon that barely registers as a burn anymore. It’s smooth, almost too smooth, and I’m already debating whether I need something stronger.Maybe tequila. Something that’ll hit fast and hard, numbing everything so I don’t have to think or feel.But of course, I think about her anyway.The logical part of me knows I should accept her decision. Let things be. This was always supposed to be short-lived, just something casual, nothing serious.I told myself that from the start, and now that Peter is coming back, it’s better to end things before he finds out. Before things get messy.That’s the sane and logical thing to do.But my traitorous mind isn’t interested in logic. All I can think about is Astrid; her body, voice, her smile, the way she looked at me that night when she said she loved me. I know she meant it.But then today… No, there’s no way she never loved me. I saw it in her eyes and felt it in the way she g

JORDAN“Claire, is everything ready? ” I ask my new assistant.“Yes, sir. I’ve confirmed your reservation, and I’ll reconfirm it two hours before your dinner just to be sure.” I nod. So far, Claire is doing a good job, unlike my other PAs.“Good,” I exhale sharply. I’ve been so nervous since Astrid messaged me last night.I’ve been trying to talk to her for weeks but she completely shut me out and now she has given me a chance and I want everything to be perfect.I’ve never been this nervous in my entire life. This girl has me wrapped around her fingers and there’s nothing I can do to remedy it.“Sir, would you like me to add or change anything?”“Nothing, for now. That will be all, thank you. Call Nelson in, please,” I instruct, turning my attention to my laptop.“Okay sir,” she says before stepping out. A moment later, Nelson walks in, smiling sheepishly. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why he’s smiling like that. He knows about my dinner with Astrid. He’s been the one encou

ASTRIDThe minute we pull up to the mansion—another one of my dad’s stuffy “networking” parties, I can feel my patience already thinning, but I need this. I need some closure from Jordan. I’ve tried moving on for the past two weeks but it’s not working.Lily said I should give myself some time to get healed. I want to heal and move on as soon as possible but I can’t do that if I keep seeing Jordan every damn night in my dream.“You came willingly,” Dad says, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “I’m almost afraid to ask why.”I flash him my most innocent smile. “Oh, you know, Dad, I just thought it was time I learned the ways of the elders. Maybe see what you guys see,” I reply with a straight face, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Dad huffs, but before he can respond, Mom places a hand on his arm. “Peter, let her be,” she says with a knowing look, her lips curving into a faint smile.“Yeah, Dad,” I say, feigning sweetness. “Let me soak in all the wisdom and sophistication of this... riveting

ASTRID“Explain? What exactly do you want to explain? Walking out of me the moment I confess my feelings to you? Standing me up on a date you’ve spent weeks begging me?”“Astrid, I’m sorry.” I wait for him to go on but he doesn’t. A red haze covers my vision and it’s all I can do not to self-combust.I stare at him, blinking rapidly, willing the tears to stop, but they fall anyway, hot and fast. I wipe them away with the back of my hand, hating myself for letting him see me like this.I’m so mad I can barely breathe. My chest feels tight, my hands are shaking, and all I can do is stare at him in disbelief. He said he had an explanation, and the only thing that came out of his mouth is sorry.Fucking sorry.I let out a bitter laugh, wiping angrily at the tears that won’t stop falling no matter how hard I try to hold them back. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? Sorry? Nice.” My voice cracks, and I hate it. I hate how weak I sound when all I want to do is scream at him.He l