Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crazy For My Father's Rival: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Patrick’s POVHer scent. Damn, how could she spend the night in the station, and still look so good. She smells so nice.What the fuck am I saying? Will a night in the station change her?I felt my heart filled with warmth as I appreciated the fact that she was fine, because deep down, I wanted Sofia Dean to suffer by my hand and no one else's would give me so much pleasure.Watched her face go red. What is she saying about a friend though? Is she struggling, funny how she finds it hard to lie now, when she had been lying to my face with a smile all these while.I gritted my teeth, scanning her features through my narrowed eyes, as my gaze landed on her lips, I felt a change in her breathing patterns as she twitched in my arms.I smirked. How I enjoy this. “Patri- I want to stand-” she breathed, shakily.I shifted back, balancing her, and picked up the file in my hand that I dropped while catching her, tugged my rumbled coat into place, and ran my hand through my hair. “So?” I groane

Grace’s POV“Wha- what!!” I stuttered, leaning back against my desk as he pranced towards me. “Sir-”“Sir?” he asked. I gulped. Why did I call him sir out of fear? Damn, why is he staring at me like that? I drew back, stumbled on the foot of the table, my hands flung up, waving in the air.His large hand caught my wrist, I hung mid way to the ground, a gasp hooked in my throat as I stared at him with pressed lips.“Why so clumsy today,” he asked, still holding me there, my back a few inches from the ground. I stared at him, mute. I was too stunned to speak. My chest heaved as he suddenly pulled me up, my hands landing on his shoulder.“Hey,” he jerked me closer, his lips grazed mine as my head bobbed back and he’d dropped his right on time. “Speak up, how many times do I have to save you from breaking your tiny little- cute neck,” he licked his lips, his gaze dropped to my neck and as it crossed my lips, I felt hot.I dropped my hands to his chest. I wanted to push him back, but when

Grace’s POVI rolled my eyes and looked away from him. “Well, it’s not a casual relationship, cheating doesn’t go with drinking.”“Huh??” he asked. The intensity of his glare burning through the side of my face. I shrugged. “If cheating and drinking goes together, then that means, everytime a person cheats, there are other drinks. But, no… he chose to drink after that, forgetting his life was already at stake.”It was time for Patrick’s jaw to drop, as he stared at me in disbelief. But, what I had said was a fact. Everyone is responsible for their actions. Why did he drink when he knew he was sick?His wife was terribly wrong to cheat on a dying man, but he should have been more intentional to save his life.When I faced my work, I could still feel his gaze on me. When I turned to face him, he looked down and started to work. With the way he was throwing the files around, I could tell that he was furious.“I- I’m sorry if I said what you didn’t want to hear.” Shit what kind of apolo

Patrick’s POVSay it, Grace. Just tell me you are sorry for siding to your father, for breaking my heart, my trust. I pleaded in my head as I stared into her sad red eyes.Even if it is a lie, please just tell me something, Grace. I promise to forgive you, I will not hold a grudge and we can continue our relationship, the way it should be. “Grace, what are you sorry for, what did you break?” She raised her head and took a deep breath. “For breaking the rule-” she gulped. “Sleeping on duty.”I narrowed my eyes at her as my hands slipped off her face. “Really?” I asked. But, what was there to ask her for? For a moment there I was so stupid again to think that she would admit and blow her cover. I’m stupid, stupid… again. I gritted my teeth as I smiled at her when she nodded. Her eyes were bright with honesty. Fake honesty.Was it not honesty? Was it her charm? I don’t really know though. She wrapped her hands around me and I took her in, running my hand through her hair, I took a dee

Patrick’s POVShe’s stunning. I took a deep breath as I struggled to keep my eyes on the road, but my eyes always shifted to the rearview mirror as I stared at her. Why was she looking out the window? Is she blushing?I shifted my hands above her thigh, and she hunched her shoulders slightly as she breathed. Does she love me? Or do I make her feel this good?Either way, I faced the road as I gritted my teeth. I was going to find out today if it’s all fake, though it would make her punishment go any easier. I knew she would present the evidence against me to the court on the day of her father’s trial. It was a month from now. My lawyer would prove it's falsehood, and I would present the true evidence against her father. After that, she would not have the face to look at me. I know she would never come to the hospital again, because she would have revealed her identity, thinking she had won.That would be my first win, watching her father rot in jail. My second win will be to use her