My Father's Best Friend, My Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

~Richard~“Come on in,” I said after the knock on my door. It was my manager. She walked in, holding a large file. The anxious look on her face told me something was up.I furrowed my brows. “What is going on?”She heaved a loud sigh and placed the file on the table, opening it swiftly. “Langford is at it again. He is making moves to purchase the Summit Grounds. He has offered to pay an additional $100 million to get the deal first.”My eyes widened. “What?” I pulled the file from the other end of the table and scanned through the content, my blood boiling in anger.“We are in the middle of the transaction. What the fuck is he trying to do?” she added, and I scoffed, my eyes still glued to the file.“Outrun us, for sure.” My jaw tightened as I flipped through the file. Langford didn’t just want the property; he wanted to prove he could take anything I touched.“What do we do now? If we don’t take action as soon as possible, he is going to get that property.”I nodded. “I know, Daniell

~Elena~The place was soon packed, and the movie started. We all had our faces to the large screen, enjoying the movie as we ate our popcorn.Julian occasionally passed some popcorn to my mouth, sharing silent jokes about the movie that made me giggle. I glanced at Mr. Richard sitting next to me, and he seemed way too focused on the screen, his face straight, and I kind of knew why.While my left hand held onto my popcorn, my right hand slipped under my armrest, resting right on his thighs. He froze, looking at me with the corner of his eyes.I kept my head straight, biting my lower lip and pretending that I didn’t just throw his balance off. Julian leaned closer again, and this time, it was a love confession scene. I slightly leaned closer to him too, making sure my hand was still well hidden and, at the same time, still on Mr. Richard’s thighs.I thought he was about to whisper something into my ears, but to my greatest surprise, he planted a kiss on my lips, and it lingered for a w

~Elena~I sat in my room, on my bed, working on a new manuscript, which was the second book after the first one I had written. I enjoyed writing this even more than the first one. It helped me recall and replay all the memories I had of Mr. Richard and me.Though I wanted more, and that was finally having penetrative sex with him. I wasn’t worried it wasn’t going to happen because, while communicating through the letters in books at the library, he had made his intentions clear that the next time we would have our privacy, he was going to fuck me. Hard.While I buried myself in work, my father opened my door and walked into my room, making me slap my laptop shut.“Dad!” I yelled with a frown. “What happened to knocking?”“I called you like twice before coming in,” he furrowed his brows, genuinely confused. “I thought you heard me, so I came in.”I sighed and kept my laptop aside. “I didn’t hear you. Sorry.” My voice softened.He nodded and walked closer to my bed, sitting on its edge.

~Martin~I was still buried in work, trying to check through our sales since I am now my own manager. I sat in my study, my eyes screaming for help, when I heard the front door open.“That should be Elena,” I muttered to myself as I reached for my glass of water. I took a large gulp and was about to continue working when I heard two voices laughing.I raised my brows, my head tilting slightly as I tried to recognize the other voice. It was definitely a female’s voice, but that wasn’t Sophie’s laugh. This one was softer and more reserved.‘She brought her new friend to the house? After meeting her for the first time?’ I wondered in surprise. To get to be Elena’s friend was rare, but possible. However, letting you into her personal space? That was another level.‘Now, I am intrigued.’“Elena!” I called out.“Dad! You’re still home?” she asked from afar.“Yep!” I muttered. “I didn’t tell you I wouldn’t,” I answered, and I heard footsteps approaching. I kept my eyes on my screen as I adju

~Julian~“Bro, come on! Attack, I am getting slaughtered here!” I yelled, struggling with my game pad. The gunshots were so loud in my headphones that I could barely hear anything from my surroundings.“Hold on, rotate, rotate!” someone shouted back through comms, their voice cracking with panic.I ducked behind cover just in time, the screen flashing red as bullets tore through the wall inches from my character. My thumbs moved faster now, muscle memory kicking in. Reload. Slide. Peek. One down.“Good trade, Julian,” another voice said. “We’re still in this.”My jaw tightened. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, eyes locked. The minimap told me everything I needed to know, where they were, where they thought I was, and where I was about to be.I flanked wide, heart thudding in my ears louder than the gunfire. The objective timer ticked down, slow and cruel. Ten seconds. Nine.An enemy rushed the point. I snapped my aim, down. Another followed. I barely missed, adjusted, fired again