Semua Bab My Bestfriend’s Father: Bab 111 - Bab 120

BrittneyClaire turned, an unexpected look on her face. “Yeah, what is it?”“Do you remember what we discussed earlier about me finding out where your father was up to?” I started the conversation slowly, watching her face to gauge her reaction.She nods, munching on one of the snacks that she brought. “Yeah, sure. What happened did you find something?”“Ehhh, more or less.” I hedged. “I need you to listen to what I'm going to say without prejudice or being emotional, can you do that?”She paused, mid-munch. “Okay, now, I'm getting worried. Just what did you find out?”“Promise me, Claire.” I insisted.“Fine, I promise.” She rolled her eyes impatiently. “Just tell me already!”I scooted to the edge of my seat, mentally preparing myself. “I snuck into your father's office.”“Okay, and?”“I didn't discover anything at first but then found these…” I reached across the table for my phone, swiping up to reveal the photos to her. “It's a long story but I think that they were payments to my

Andre“Stay here and watch,” I say to Jackson stepping out of the car. “If there's even the slightest chance that something weird is going on here, either you call the cops or drive out of here.”“What about you, sir?” He asked, removing the sunglasses to check out the building on the other side of the street.According to the location given to us by my friend Davis, the guy who bashed the car and tried to hurt Brittney lives here.Before I left the house, I checked but didn't find any trace of Brittney, and when I told Jackson where I was heading, he looked at me like I had developed a second head.He tried to advise me, but I didn't take it.My intention is not to spook the guy…and when you see a fleet of squad cars pulling up in your direction, I'm pretty sure that will make him run the other way and not towards me.“You don't worry about me. Remember if you see anything suspicious, send a text to me and the cops and drive away.” I ordered sternly. More than enough people have been

BrittneyMy palms were so sweaty.Despite the AC blasting through the hallways, I could feel a trickle of sweat roll down between my breasts.Usually, I wouldn't feel so apprehensive meeting up with Brian, but Katrina walked up to me, practically shaking in her shoes, attesting to his mood.On my way over to his floor, I racked my brain trying to figure out why he would be so pissed at me.Nothing jumped out at me.Sighing, I listened to my heels clicking on the tile floor as I neared his office, my heart pounding so hard that it was a surprise others couldn't hear it as I walked past.It's gonna be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay….I chanted the words in my head, hoping they would calm me down but as I turned the corner and saw him standing like an angry principal, my heart took a nosedive.Shit.Nevertheless, I plastered a wide smile on my face, my hands clasped in front of me. “You wanted to see me, sir?”“Hi, Brittany.” He glances at me for a fraction of a secon

BrittanyThe steam from my mug curled into the air like it wanted to spell out the words I couldn’t say.I wrapped my hands around the edges, steadying myself with the heat, while my mind refused to stop replaying every second in Brian’s office.The sharpness in his tone. The way he said Andre’s name.It wasn’t casual, not in the least.His words were heavy…edgy and loaded with meaning.Andre sat across from me at the counter, stirring his coffee as if the clink of the spoon against the glass could distract him from the silence between us.His shoulders were tense, too still for someone who claimed to be relaxing.“You’ve been quiet,” he said finally, his voice low, careful.He always spoke carefully these days, wary of my mood and reluctance to talk.Like each word was a match that could set us both on fire.I forced my eyes up to meet his. Those dark, steady eyes that once gave me safety now only made me feel like I was peering into a locked room for which I didn’t have the key.So

BrittneyI couldn't sleep. Trust me. I tried to.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling of Andre’s guest room, my thoughts spinning in circles.The shadows from the window stretched across the walls, moving whenever the wind stirred the curtains, but it wasn’t the darkness that kept me awake.Strangely, I welcomed it.No, it was the silence.It was too heavy. Too loud.The kind of silence that left space for your fears to crawl out and haunt you.The messages from earlier wouldn’t leave my mind.Each time I shut my eyes, itfloated around in my brain.Those short, clipped words: If you want the truth, meet me. Midnight. The pier.No name.No number I could trace.Just the promise…or the threat… of answers.I rolled onto my side, clenching my pillow, wishing I could quiet the doubts clawing at me.Andre had been kind, protective since The troubles began but something about him felt… veiled.Like he was hiding behind those carefully chosen words.He was always busy, always taking call