All Chapters of In Lust With Her Father's Friend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NATASHA. I woke up with a start, my heart almost flying out of my chest. “6 in the morning,” I said, yawning while looking at the small clock by the bedside table. Yanking my cover away from myself, I dashed out of bed, straight to my dad’s room. “If you are looking for your old man, he’s gone.” A sleepy voice said to me, halting me in my search. I turned in the direction of the voice and Leo waved at me, still sleeping at the edge of the couch. “Said to tell you… He got an important… call.” He added between yawns. “Oh,” I said simply, yanking my head up and down. I opened my mouth to say something else but Leo was already fast asleep again. I rolled my eyes at the almost empty bottle by his side. I knew he must have drunk himself to bed. I turned, ready to return to my room to grab some more sleep. My eyes fell on Dougal’s room. Without hesitation, I began in that direction. Once or twice, I turned my head back to make sure Leo was still sleeping. I flung the door to Dougal’s r

NATASHA. “WHERE the hell did I put the charger?” I groaned, lifting myself from the floor. I searched everywhere in the room already, still no sign of my charger. I needed to delete that blog before it would go even more viral. My phone pinged for the third time that night. I snorted as I swiped the phone from the bed where I had dumped it earlier. “Is there a chance you can sneak into my room now?” I read the text out loud. It was from Dougal. A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I dropped the phone. Feeling sweaty from the hours of searching, I took a quick bath. I dressed up in the red lingerie I bought at the spree the previous day—that was ruined, thanks to my dad—and rushed out of my room. After looking around, with no sign of Leo anywhere, I dashed straight to Dougal's room. All it took was one knock at the door and it flew open. I gasped as a he

NATASHA. I stepped into the building, earphones plucked in place. My foot tapped the floor, soft and automatic. My head followed, nodding in a lazy rhythm that felt like breathing. Every lyric wrapped around me, warming me in spaces I didn’t know were empty. I closed my eyes, the world around me fading for some seconds. The sound painted my mind with colors. Music has always been my therapy, the freedom of being understood.A hand tapped me from behind, making me jump. “Holy shit!” I cursed. I threw the earphones away and swung my handbag, hoping it would decapitate the culprit. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Leo groaned, shifting backward. “It’s only me.” He added instantly. I breathed heavily, trying to calm my racing heart. “Why would you touch me like that?!” I yelled at the man furiously. “I kept calling you but you didn’t hear.” He said in his defense. “I felt the best option was to tap you. I’m sorry.”I let out a sigh. “It’s okay. I was just too lost in the music,” I said, waving

NATASHA. I clutched the handle of my suitcase tightly, feeling trapped and with no way out. Was I making the right decision?“Attention, ladies and gentlemen, this is the final boarding call for Flight ABF-J3, slated to leave at 8:45 AM to New York City is now boarding at gate 14. All passengers should be aboard in the next ten minutes.” The announcer’s voice came from the speaker. I let out a deep sigh before I moved through to security. There were about five people in front of me, preparing to be scanned. I whipped out my phone and sent a quick text to Dougal. I’m sorry I had to leave without any notice. Something urgent came up at the headquarters and my father is requesting my presence there. I don’t know when I’ll be back yet but I will keep you informed. Please take care of yourself. I clicked send before I lost my courage. “Next!” The security man called. I looked up to find myself next in line. I closed the distance and quietly dropped my phone in the basket for checkin

NATASHA. The Acela train came to a stop at the 30th Street Station in Philadelphia. I sat in place and waited until the train was almost empty before dashing out. Heading to the hotel wasn’t hard as someone from there was on standby to pick me up. “Has there been any update yet about the incident?” I asked the older man. “No, Miss. Nothing yet.” He said. I didn’t ask him any more questions. Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. I got out of the car, adjusted the hem of my skirt, and walked straight into the hotel. The first thing I noticed was the clean, open lobby designed to make arriving guests feel settled immediately. The entrance led into a bright, well-organized space where the front-desk team was positioned just a few steps from the door. They greeted me with a professional, calm tone, ready to help with check-in or answer any questions about my stay. “I want the manager,” I told them simply, my eyes still roaming about. The layout of th