All Chapters of Her Father’s Billionaire Best Friend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

That night, I couldn’t sleep. The house was quiet, Dad’s snores rumbling faintly down the hall. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, sheets tangled around my legs, every nerve in my body still humming. I told myself it was exhaustion, jet lag, the strangeness of being home after so long. But the truth whispered back in the dark: it wasn’t that. It was him. Marcus. The way his eyes had lingered. The way his voice had dipped when he leaned close. The warmth of his hand brushing mine — something so small, but it had lit me on fire. I pressed a hand over my racing heart, shutting my eyes. I shouldn’t feel like this. Not about him. Not about my father’s best friend. He was nearly twice my age. Older. Dangerous. Completely off-limits. So why did the thought of him make me shiver? I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow, but it didn’t help. Every detail replayed in my head — the stubble on his jaw, the faint silver in his hair, the sharp lines of his suit straining across his

The night swallowed him whole. One moment Marcus was standing in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the next he was gone, leaving nothing but shadows and the wild beat of my heart. I stood frozen on the porch, staring into the darkness where he had vanished. My chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths. He had wanted me. I saw it in the way his hand hovered, in the way his voice roughened. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. And he had walked away. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow the frantic pounding. It didn’t help. Nothing could. My body was alive, humming with everything that almost happened. When I finally stumbled back inside, the house felt too small, the walls pressing in on me. Upstairs, I shut my door, locking it even though Dad was the only one home. Even though the only person I really wanted to keep out… was Marcus. I curled into bed, but sleep didn’t come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face in the sha

The day after we’d kissed—real, impossible, illegal-feeling—everything moved in slow motion, like the house itself had decided to stretch every second into something I could study, savor, and be terrified of all at once.Dad left earlier than usual for a business lunch, and his absence felt like permission and a threat at the same time. Permission because the quiet made it easier to imagine things that would be impossible when he was around. Threat because with him gone the silence made every sound in the house louder: a clock, the hum of the refrigerator, the way my own pulse thudded in my ears like a tribal drum.Marcus was downstairs. Of course he was. He’d been impossible to avoid since I’d come home, like gravity itself had shifted and was now centered on him.When I descended the stairs, I tried to act casual. I tried to make my voice easy as I asked him about the coffee, tried to let my hands be steady when I poured juice—small, mundane things that felt like acts of defiance. H

The way light slanted across my bedside carpet that morning, it looked like nothing had happened at all. That, I realized, was precisely why everything hurt: the house waited in its clean domesticity, indifferent to the sharp edges that now cut at my life. Marcus had left his jacket draped over the chair like it belonged there — careless, a proof of the life he had somewhere else, which I both loved and resented. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long minute, mouth full of the memory of his mouth, replaying the press of his lips against mine like a secret that wanted to bloom. What do you do after something forbidden is no longer entirely secret? You breathe, but unevenly. You pretend normal. You rearrange a thousand private histories into a chronology that will keep everyone you love safe. My phone buzzed — Elena’s name lighting the screen. I didn’t pick up right away. I let the hum of the city, and the slow tick of the clock, fill the room with the patience I didn’t feel. When I

The photo burned in my palm like something that should have been hot. Marcus—arm slung over a woman I didn’t know—laughing in a way that belonged to a life I hadn’t been part of. The light caught their faces and made everything look untrue, like a snapshot staged for someone else’s story.I stared until my vision blurred and the world tilted sideways. For a second I couldn’t tell whether my mouth wanted to form questions or apologies. Then my fingers tightened around the phone and I found my feet moving before my head could catch up.He was in the driveway, leaning against his car the way you lean against something you plan on never letting go of. He glanced up as I walked toward him, the muscle in his jaw tightening like an animal that’d just been startled. The evening air smelled like cut grass and something faintly metallic—again the way his presence seemed to color the world.“You okay?” he asked. The question was simple, but the way his voice dropped when he said it made the litt