บททั้งหมดของ Hot Daddy’s Best Friend: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Jalen’s POVMy eyes narrowed at the door, shocked, and she froze. It was prohibited for staff to be in the students' lodge, so I panicked, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I could lose my job and everything I’ve built over the years—she could get suspended, especially when it was just the two of us in the room and the canvas was still open. But as we stared at the door, it remained empty, no one showed up, not even a shadow, just the breeze that blew the half-closed door open. We both burst out laughing, in that moment, I felt like I was with my best friend, my soul mate. It felt so real like I was young again and I didn’t regret drifting into that world while it lasted. She plunged towards the door, checking around to be sure no one was there before shutting it behind her. “That was scary,” she whispered, and a smirk curved up my lips. He lounged closer to me, leaning in a bit too close. My hands trembled as I tried to control the urge to grab her again. Until I broke the sile

Fiona’s POVThe hallway felt smaller the moment our eyes met.He stood a few steps away, the faint hum of the fluorescent lamps buzzing between us. My heart skipped, thudded, then kept running as if it could outrun what I saw in his gaze—something dangerous, restrained, and all too familiar.Jalen’s eyes lingered, soft yet sharp, like he was trying to remember how to breathe. My hand clutched the hem of my mini skirt tightly against my thigh. Good thing I was wearing pop socks—my ass would have been out. I stood there in front of him, inches away, trying to pretend I didn’t just imagine his fingers holding my throat again like they had before.“Professor,” I whispered, my voice barely steady.He nodded once, stepping aside as if making room for me to pass. But the air was too thick between us, and neither of us moved. The silence wrapped around us like a net.“Shouldn’t you be at the sport court with other students?” His tone was calm and careless, but his eyes betrayed him. Heat live

(Jalen’s POV)I jolted upright, dragging Fiona’s dress down to cover her legs as I set her in place.“Fuck!” I muttered.Marian stood in the doorway, her glare was sharp, piercing into me like broken glass. Two kids hovered behind her, but I recognized Paris, I knew she always sat beside Fiona in class. Her face was filled with worry and she panted as she looked over Marian’s shoulder.“Professor Jalen?” she called.“Paris, good thing you’re here. Please get her to her room—I think she had a lot to drink,” I ordered.She lounged forward, pulling Fiona by the wrist before calling for the boy.“Jude, a little help please,” she snapped.“Jude?” his name slipped off my lips. My jaw tightened as I remembered what Fiona had said earlier. I wanted to pounce on him and beat him up so bad that I wanted him not to touch her but Paris can’t do it alone. I was going to walk closer to help, but then…“Jalen?” Marian’s voice cracked loud enough for the teenagers in the corridor to turn their heads.

(Fiona’s POV)My mother stood at the door wearing a soft beige gown—the same one Dad bought her on their twenty-third anniversary. Her eyes softened with something close to sorrow as she looked at me, then shifted toward Jalen. She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. I wasn’t surprised. She had always been that way.“Pleasure to see you again, Jalen,” she greeted warmly.He returned a polite smile.My father stepped in behind her, his tie slightly loose, his expression calm and warm—nothing like the storm brewing inside my chest.“Fiona?” my mother breathed, finally giving me her attention. “Sweetheart—what are you doing here?” She walked to the couch in the corner of Jalen’s office.My mind scrambled for an answer. The question spun endlessly in my head. What was I doing here? In Jalen’s office? Alone with him?My brain froze. I had no answer.Jalen stole a quick glance my way, probably sensing I was in shock.I stepped away from the desk slowly, trying to force my face

(Fiona’s POV)The school campus hummed with students dragging suitcases, and hugging friends tightly before scattering across different cars and the university bus for the long holiday.But my mind wasn’t on the chaotic noise, I hadn't seen Paris since our last argument and it broke my heart, a part of me wanted to reach out to her so bad, but I knew we needed some space. I zipped up my suitcase, then carefully wrapped the canvas of Jalen’s portrait in a soft blanket before securing it inside a large flat box. I handled it like it was a piece of my heart—because it obviously was. It held days of emotion, stolen glances, and memories I didn’t know how to describe.With one last look at my depressed room—the unmade bed, and scattered snack wrappers—I dragged my suitcase into the hallway. The building echoed with chatter, but I felt strangely disconnected from all of it. I just wanted to hear my own thoughts. I walked past Paris’s room and her door was shut. No sign of her, she must ha