Hot Daddy’s Best Friend의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Fiona’s POVJalen’s eyes darkened as he looked at me, his hands sliding down my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.“I need you,” he whispered against my lips. “Not just your body… I need all of you tonight.”He kissed me slowly, deeply, like he was trying to memorize every second. His hands roamed my back, unzipping my dress with deliberate care. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties and heels.Jalen stepped back, admiring me as if I were a masterpiece.“God, Fiona… you’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “I’ve missed every inch of you.”He lifted me effortlessly and laid me on the wide velvet couch. He had no intention of rushing me, he took his time like he had all night to himself.He took his time undressing, his eyes never leaving mine. When he finally settled between my thighs, he kissed me again — soft, lingering kisses that turned deeper with the sound of wetness and groans. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking

Jalen’s POVThe next morning, I woke up with a calm I hadn’t felt in years.I dragged my robe on and strode out of the room to sit at the dining table with my laptop and coffee. I had sent out the video Fiona sent me anonymously to several popular blogs and gossip platforms on purpose. I wanted her to feel the same pain I felt when she did the same thing. My conscience felt heavy, but I didn’t mind what it cost. She never thought about mine when she leaked my video with Fiona. Within thirty minutes, the video exploded.It went viral, I didn't expect it to go out that much. My phone chimed continuously with messages from different friends and family, including fiona but i ignored it. I stood up from my laptop and crossed the room in three strides and crashed into the three-seater chair. Then, I suddenly heard Marian’s voice ring through the house from upstairs as she answered a call.“Jordan, calm down!” she hissed. “I don’t know how it got out… Yes, I’m handling it… No, don’t come

Fiona’s POVMy phone kept ringing in my bag which had probably been flung to one side. I can imagine what could be going on in my dad’s mind if he didn’t see me in my room. Everywhere was still dark and silent, I could feel a presence with me, quiet and still. I couldn’t even think straight, I just knew I was waiting to meet my doom so I could at least join mum wherever she is. My phone stopped ringing, then the person dialed a number. The phone was answered on the third ring.My heart jumped weakly in my chest, waiting for the next instruction she was about to give again but I heard Jalen’s voice, or so I thought until he spoke again, then I confirmed it was him.The man walked closer to me and he landed a heavy slap across my already swollen face. The force snapped my head to the side as pain exploded across my cheek.I yelped loudly, gritted my teeth, and sobbed.“Hello? Fiona?!” Jalen’s voice came through, loud and frantic. “Fiona, is that you? Talk to me!”The man pressed the

Jalen’s POVThe hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Fiona had been stabilized, but she was still sleeping. Harry and I sat on opposite sides of the room, the silence between us thick and heavy.I couldn’t take it anymore.“Harry,” I said quietly. “We need to talk.”He looked at me for a long moment, jaw tight, before nodding once.I leaned forward, elbows on my knees.“I know you hate me right now. And you have every right to. But I need you to hear me out.”He remained silent, waiting.“I never loved Marian,” I began. “Not even a little. I met her at a charity dinner my mother dragged me to when she was still alive. Marian was intelligent and ambitious and worked at the University of Arts. At the time, all I wanted was to become a professor. To teach art. You know I always had a passion for it. She seemed like a good match on paper.”I exhaled slowly.“My mother was dying. Her last wish was to see me married to Marian. She believed Marian would be good

Fiona's POVThree weeks, twenty-one days, five hundred and four hours. That was how long Jalen had been gone, not that I was counting—okay, maybe I was.Every day felt emptier than the one before. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, every thought somehow found its way back to him. I missed him, I missed him so much it hurts.One evening, after spending almost an hour staring at our old pictures, I made a decision—If Jalen weren't going to speak, then I would. I set up my camera in my bedroom, hands trembling as I adjusted the angle, my ring light illuminated my face as I sat on my bed and stared at my phone lens.For several seconds, I couldn't find the first word to say, and tears rolled down my face. All I could think of were the good memories I had with him. I sniffed, wiped my tears, and finally summoned the courage to speak. "Hi," My voice cracked and I laughed bitterly. "Wow. This is already going terribly." I whispered."I don't even know why I'm recording this but I