All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BrittneyGlancing back at the bathroom door, my heart beating so loudly, I could barely hear anything over it.The sound of the shower going at a steady stream calmed me down a bit and I clicked on all the files, searching for one related to an incident.Conveniently, they were all written in some form of lawyer speak which sounded like gibberish to me.Sighing, I rolled my shoulders, internally wishing I'd brought my laptop or my USB drive along but then I didn't expect to meet a guy from the same company that might have caused or covered up my mom's murder.I struck gold at the second one when I scrolled further down, citing an incident a day before I was told my Mom was dead.The details were annoyingly vague, probably for the same reason as this.However, I did find something else, the signature of the client and the preceding lawyer in charge of that particular case.The lawyer's name was a Mr Harvey while the client is…I paused, my hand hovering over the screen.No, this can't

Several hours after the announcementAndreI stormed into past the double doors and secretary that jumped up in alarm the moment she saw me.“Sir, please wait.” She rushed out, chasing after me. “She's in a meeting.”I have to give her credit, the secretary wasn't lying as I walked into the office, spotting Leila on the phone, her chair tilted backwards as she conversed with whoever was on the other end of the line.I make a motion with my hand for her end the call but she ignores me, her eyes gliding towards her assistant who no doubt was making frantic moves behind my back.“Louis, I am so sorry for cutting our conversation shorts but I'll have to reach out to you later.” She pauses for a moment. “Oh, yes. Thank you very much.”As soon as she ended the call, I spoke up at the same time that her assistant blurted out.“We need to talk.”“Ma'am, I am so sorry I tried to stop him but-”Leila raises a hand, cutting her off. “It's fine, you can leave.”The assistant nodded jerkily, turni

Brittney“Can I get you anything? Cookies, tea, coffee?” Bethany perched her ass on the piano. “Our chef makes a mean chocolate chip cookie.”“I'll take anything, I'm not particularly choosy,” I say, looking around the place.I loved how she decorated the space, giving it a calm and cosy feeling without drowning it in aesthetics.“Okay, just hold on a sec.” Bethany skips out of the room while I stay on the bed, not sure what to do now that she's not here.A minute later, she arrives, carrying a tray with tea, cookies, and some salad.Dropping the tray on the bed, she sat down cross-legged, facing me. “Thanks for coming, I honestly thought you weren't.”Starving, I picked up a cookie, dipping it into the tea. “I like to think that what happened with us in the past.”“Is it?” She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Unlike you, Claire refuses to forgive or talk to me anymore.”“Well, you kind of deserve it.” I point out. “We were all mad at you.”“I know and to think I let

BrittneyWhat am I going to do?I sat, face up on my bed, pondering my life.After I saw that news on the screen, I've been…stuck.I couldn't sit still or pretend for one damn second so the minute Bethany came back, I picked up my things and ran out the door.She tried to call, worried about me but I wasn't in the mood to talk.Of course, I tried to reach out to Andre but as usual, my calls went straight to voicemail.Which leads me to where I am now…with my hand on my stomach, mulling over the question Bethany asked.Do I want to keep this baby?Or maybe, the better question should be…should I keep it?If what I just saw is true, then it means that I'm all alone in this and even though I suspect that Andre might come up with a financial solution to help with the bills, I don't think this is something I can do alone.With that chilling thought came another…Can I take the baby away?On instinct, I fiercely cupped my hand over my still flat stomach.During the last few hours, the sense

FIVE YEARS LATER…Andre“Harder!” I grunted, pushing down the blonde's head further so her entire mouth engulfed my cock.She complied, pumping her head at the same time her mouth moved vigorously, trying to bring my dick to life.I grew frustrated as nothing she did was working, not even the fake boobs that she was bouncing up and down in my face. “I said harder, dammit!” I gripped the ends of her short hair even harder.She moaned, clearly like the roughness, and proceeded to do extra, only this time, her teeth grazed my dick at the same time, her nails gripped my balls tightly.Instead of pleasure, pain burst down my spine and I forcefully shoved her away, my irritation now morphing to disgust. “What the hell? I said to give me a blowjob, not cut my dick off.”She lay sprawled on the floor, her mouth open in shock. The push made her fall back on her ass, causing her already short skirt to slide up her thighs, exposing her black panties.I cast a disinterested glance over her, shovi