Claiming My Father’s Best Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

JORDAN I groan because I’m painfully hard from her touch and her words. Astrid will indeed be the death of me. She is my undoing.The water contrasts against her pale skin, the rosy tips of her tits hardening. I grab one of them and squeeze, making her moan. My cock is big and with less lubrication, it's going to hurt her right little cunt. “It’s going to hurt with less lubrication due to the water., " I say, trying to push her away from me.She wiggles around, pressing her tits against my chest with a look that borders on daring and defiant. “Fuck me and make it hurt.”“Why do you want it to hurt?”“Because it means you’re giving me your all, and I’ll take it.” There’s a challenge in her eyes, a pure fucking fire that’s blazing in the middle of the water.“You’ll take what?”“Everything you have to offer and everything you don’t. Except…”“Except what?”She smirks and leans close to my ear, her tongue flicking against it before she whispers, “Except you’re not capable.” There’s a

ASTRIDI twirl my phone in my hand, staring blankly at the ceiling. The silence in the apartment feels oppressive, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. I slump back into the couch, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.I’m bored out of my freaking mind. The worst part of this boredom is the gaping emptiness in my chest.I miss Jordan. God, I miss him so much it’s pathetic.It’s been five days since the pool incident. Five entire days without a glimpse of him. No stolen glances.No accidental brushes. Nothing. He hasn’t been to the office for three fucking days.Every time I walk into the office, I feel my stomach twist with anticipation, hoping, praying to see him there.But no, Jordan freaking Remington is nowhere to be found. What’s worse, it’s obvious he’s still keeping tabs on me.My projects keep getting reviewed, and decisions approved like clockwork, which means he’s getting reports about my work.But where is that heartless bastard?He’s so heartless. He doesn't even bother

ASTRID“What is this place, Brand?” I ask, flipping my hair back and fixing him with a pointed look.We are in a bar that’s if this can pass for one, the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke is the first thing that hits me the moment I step through the door.I wrinkle my nose and glance around, trying to take it all in the sticky floors, dim lighting, and a crowd of rowdy, half-drunk people shouting over a terrible cover band playing in the corner. “Relax, Astrid,” he says with an easy grin, motioning for me to follow him deeper inside. “You’ll enjoy it. Trust me.”I roll my eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Trust you? Brand, I asked you to take me somewhere lit, somewhere I can unwind and forget my problems, not…” I gesture at the chaos around me. “…some depressing dive bar filled with drunks.”Brand chuckles, clearly unfazed by my complaints. “Come on,” he says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me toward the bar. “You’re too uptight. Loosen up a little.”“This is not the place

JORDANFrom my window I see Astrid stepping out of Brandon’s car. My jaw clenches as she leans into him. He pulls her into a hug, his arms lingering a second too long, and then he kisses her cheek.Astrid smiles at him, the kind of smile that stabs straight through me, and waves as Brandon drives off. My fist tightens against the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white.Why the hell is Brandon dropping her off? Did she spend the night at his place? Is something going on between them? The thought sets my blood boiling, and before I can stop myself, I’m imagining planting a fist squarely in Brandon’s face.“Do you happen to like miss Astrid?”The voice startles me, and I tried to turn around, but I don’t even need to spin around because Nelson is standing beside me.He’s grinning like he’s caught me doing something incriminating.“How long have you been standing here?” I demand, trying to keep my tone even.“Long enough to see you glaring out the window like you’re about to go to wa

ASTRIDJordan wants to cook for me. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he were cooking me instead. Nope, scratch that, he’s already cooking me alive just by standing there, looking hotter than the damn sun and sweeter than sin.I swallow hard, my mind spinning and my pulse racing. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want one more night with him. But deep down, I know that’s all it can ever be. I’m not the kind of girl who can casually be someone’s fuck buddy without letting my emotions get in the way.Who am I kidding? My emotions are already tangled in this mess. My feelings for Jordan are complicated as hell, and things will definitely shift when my parents return. The thought of my dad figuring out what’s been happening between Jordan and me makes my stomach twist.I can’t risk messing up my dad’s friendship with Jordan. I know I was selfish for starting this in the first place. But the man is hot and he knows how to own a lady’s body.I need to end this soon, for my heart,