All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AndreGoing to the school was a dumb idea.Maybe the dumbest thing I've ever done but the school called, stating that they needed her to get picked up from school since they couldn't reach out to Brittney.Maybe I should have reached out to Brittney before I went over there but honestly, I wasn't thinking so clearly.All I saw was an opportunity to finally meet and bond with Samantha…so I took it.And I must say it was the second best feeling that I've ever had. The first of course, was watching Claire being brought into the world, and hearing her first cry.Damn.Thinking about that now makes me realize that I wasn't there when Samantha was being delivered.And all the other wholesome experiences that I've missed.It's bittersweet, meeting Samantha like that.She looked up at me with excitement upon seeing the gifts but with a certain distance and unfamiliarity that you give to a stranger.Truth to be told, I was nervous as hell.I must have stopped by three different toy stores, sea

AndreI made a mistake.I underestimated Leila's fury.Exhausted from work the previous day, I went to bed falling asleep with my phone on silent because I didn't want to be disturbed.That wasn't a good idea.I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming on my face from the open curtains, and my phone buzzing like a madman underneath my pillow.Popping open one eye, I searched for the phone, still half asleep.For shits sake, I swear to God if this isn't important I'm in the mood to fire someone.Once I had retrieved my phone, I glanced at the caller ID, noticing that it was Michelle. “What the hell is it? Can't you see that it's just past 8:00 in the morning?!”“That's kind of why I am calling you sir.” Her voice was shaky which was the first sign I knew that something was wrong. “Have you checked the news today?”“No, I haven't because I was still sleeping. You woke me up.” I grunted, rolling out of bed.Placing the call on speaker, I searched around for my pants. “What's goin

A few hours earlier…BrittneyAfter we saw the news on TV, we ran back to Claire's place.Ever since we got back, she's been on the phone, talking to several people.She's trying to get to the bottom of it and figure out what happened.On my end, I reached out to the lawyer on the case, Bloom, to demand an explanation, but I couldn't get across to him.We had an agreement that if I was going to be on his case and testify, then it would be done behind closed court.The last thing I wanted was to hurt his business and the thousands of employees he caters to.“I don't care who you have to bulldoze, but I need answers, okay?” Claire was busy yelling into her phone. “What the hell is going on? Why can't I reach my mother?” There was a brief pause in which she listened to what the person on the other side of the phone line had to say. “I don't care if the house is burning, tell her to call me back. This is important.”After she hung up, I reached forward to pull her down to the couch. “You

LeilaThe way I wake up is a bit weird.Unlike everyone else, it's not a slow systematic reboot of my organ but more like a power switch.One moment, I'm asleep and the next, my eyes are wide open.Usually, I would pry myself out of bed but this time, I can't move.Because I'm being weighed down by a large hand.Jorge.Huffing an annoyed breath, I grabbed his arm and flung it off my body, rolling the sheets down.He awoke with a groan, holding his arm but I don't pay him any heed.My feet slide into the soft, luxurious slipper at the base of the bed while I clamber to my feet, taking the robe that hangs off a chair.“Well, good morning darling,” A sexy ass Mexican drawl drips from Jorge's mouth, tempting me back to bed but I ignored it, heading straight for the bathroom.Once I was safe behind the door, I shed the mask that I presented to everyone, including Jorge, allowing myself a couple of minutes to just be.Being the only child of two eccentric, self-absorbed, and controlling peo

Brittney“Miss Larson you have a package,” Katrina announced as she walked into my office holding a yellow paper file. “It's been sitting on my desk for the past two days but today that you came in, I thought I should give it to you.”“Thank you, Katrina,” I said politely, holding onto the file until she left.As soon as I was all alone, I dug into the file, tearing apart the packaging that held it together.Ever since I heard the conversation between Jason Bloom and the unknown guy at the hospital, I've been waiting on pins and needles for something… anything, really, to confirm that I didn't have a hallucination or that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me.The papers tumbled out of the package, and I skimmed through them, realizing that it was true.The file is a notice of discontinuance stating that Jason Bloom would be officially dropping the case and has such he wants each of us(defendants) to drop the case too.I read further down to see if he at least came up with a legitimate