Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Bestie’s Father Likes Me Wet : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter 11 CHAPTER ELEVEN : Warning CallNOVA POVI was a bundle of nerves, even after Grant stopped by later. While my heart was busy painting vulgar scenarios of how the night could go right, my head kept cataloguing all the ways it could go terribly wrong. And deep down, I knew,I probably wasn’t ready for any of it.I wore my thickest sweater even though the heater was on, sweat beading down my forehead like I’d run a marathon. My oversized, fluffy pajama bottoms swallowed my legs, and my glasses were perched neatly on my nose, the one consistent accessory in my life.And then, he was in my room. Simply put, the ball was in my court.Grant sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone, stretching the silence like an overwhelmed hair tie on the verge of snapping. My nerves decided now was a great time to betray me.“Did you know sloths can hold their breath longer than dolphins?”No. No, Nova. Absolutely not.Of all the things to randomly blurt out around Grant, why did my mou

Chapter Thirteen: What does Mr Calloway Know? Nova POVHow the hell does he know?The question wouldn’t leave me. It clung to me the way tea stains cling to the inside of my favorite chipped mug no matter how hard I scrub.Grant didn’t just stumble across those words. No one says this is not a charity organization like that in a precise, weighted, almost rehearsed way unless they’ve heard it before. Unless they knew exactly what string they were pulling.But that’s impossible.Right?I forced myself to look at him, to study every detail. He was leaning against my desk now, one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his cufflink with the kind of bored precision people reserve for polishing knives. His face gave nothing away, but there was a stillness in him that made my skin prickle.Grant Calloway wasn’t a man you could read. He was a vault. A safe with a twelve-digit code and motion sensors. And yet, somehow, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had already cracked me open and was

CHAPTER FIFTEENPsycho…Nova POV“Nova… stop!”The command cracked through the night like a whip. My sneakers screeched against wet pavement as I spun, lungs burning, fear burning hotter.The figure tugged at the edge of their mask, fingers frantic, like tearing off their own skin. And then—Oh God.Not a stranger.The face beneath was not what I expected. Not some alleyway creep with a knife. Or a kidnapper. It’s Sandra.Sandra from the front desk. Sandra, with her migraine-bright blouses and laugh that could double as a fire alarm. Sandra, who never missed a chance to look me up and down like my existence was a coffee stain on her knockoff heels.Sandra, who was the despicable Mr Aaron Smith's favorite colleague. Is he around? Did they plan this together? Do they intend to kill me? My brain glitched. Static. This had to be a fever dream. Or maybe Grant’s cologne was laced with something illegal, because no sane universe served me Sandra as my night-stalker reveal.“What the—”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN GRANT POV - MOLE FOR THE RATELS Ivin had been clearing his throat in the background since I started my gym session, which meant he wanted to talk.Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t in the mood to talk. Not unless he had a warm cunt on standby and the guarantee she wouldn’t start clinging afterward.Since I’ve known Ivin, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him with a woman. Maybe he’s into men. Maybe he’s married to his damn guns. I don’t care. My thoughts are already stretched thin.One of my major tech firms is spiraling.I despise when things slip out of my control. Chaos always drags me back to places I don’t want to remember. Places I’ve buried so deep the sun couldn’t touch them.Now, someone inside is leaking information to my rivals. Not minor crumbs but major incriminating blueprints, passwords and files that are more than enough to crack the very foundation I’ve built with all my life.I’m a self made multi millionaire in the legal world but if I should merge that

Chapter Nineteen : Date Night Nova – POV “You’ve changed.”Lena’s voice was smug, cutting through the tiny sound of my phone speaker. I watched her dramatic eye-roll on video call, paired with Katie’s side-eye from the corner of the screen. I’d dodged their calls for days now, even weeks, successfully hiding behind internship stress or outright silence, because how do I even explain the chaos that is Grant Calloway?It’s not just office stress. It’s Grant stress. It’s us stress. It’s me-not-even-knowing-if-there-is-an-us stress.“It’s nothing,” I lied smoothly, forcing a smile. “Just internship stress. Katie, I like your new hair color.”Deflect. When talking with your nosy roommates, always deflect.Katie, the eternal attention vampire, perked up immediately, preening like a cat in sunlight. “I know, right? It’s giving me vibes like, totally bold, totally on brand. I told my stylist I wanted something unapologetic, like ‘I walk into a room and everyone shuts up.’”Her words blu