《A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad 》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

~Sienna~ I lunge for my phone on the nightstand, but Norman’s hand shoots out, pinning my wrist to the wooden surface before I can grab it. "Put the phone down, Sienna," he rumbles, his chest pressing against my back as he traps me between his body and the edge of the bed. "I just need to check on them, Norman! Just one call to Mom," I argue, twisting in his grip. "What if Noah is crying? What if Naysa won't take her bottle from Nova? I’m just worried. Just give me a moment." Norman doesn't even budge. Instead, he spins me around, his large hands sliding firmly over my waist to lift me onto the edge of the high mattress. He steps between my knees, leaning down until our noses touch. "Your mother has raised you single-handedly, and Nova is more than capable of watching her siblings for one night," he whispers, his voice thick with a playful, dangerous warning. "The babies are fine. But right now, you are in my hands. And I haven't forgotten the promise you made me on the livin

~Elias~ I slam my hand down on the desk, the sound vibrating through the wood. "Get out of my office, Alice! I don't want your tarts, I don't want your coffee, and I don't want you hovering over me! Just do your damn job and leave me alone!" Alice freezes. The color instantly drains from her face, leaving her entirely pale. Her eyes are widen in pure shock. I have never, in all the months she has worked for me, raised my voice at her. Never. She handles my schedules, my business, sometimes personal life, and I have always treated her with respect. For three agonizing seconds, she just stands there, her lips parted, looking at me like I’ve just transformed into a monster right in front of her. A sharp, painful flash of hurt crosses her features, her eyes glinting with sudden tears before she forces them back. She doesn't say a word. She just stumbles backward, her movements disorganized, and scrambles out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The echo of the slam rings

~Elias~The next morning, the sun is bright as I park my car in the executive lot. I step out, adjusting my jacket, and that’s when I see it—the sleek, charcoal-gray company sedan I had delivered to Alice’s house early this morning.The driver's side door opens, and Alice steps out.My breath catches in my throat. I freeze beside my car, my hand still resting on the door. She is wearing a tailored, dark-red three-piece suit. It fits her curves perfectly, the sharp lines of the vest and blazer giving her an aura of absolute authority. Her hair is down, falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and she is wearing a shade of dark lipstick that draws my eyes straight to her mouth.She looks absolutely stunning. It looks exactly like her, but at the same time, it looks like a completely different woman. She looks like a partner, an equal, a force to be reckoned with.I don't even realize I’m standing there staring like a fool until she walks right past me."Good morning, Elias," she says.

~Elias~It’s still early n the morning, but I haven’t been able to rest well since last night. I’ve been to inking about Alice, imagining her coming in this morning. Yes I know she’s going to come but I just can’t calm my heart to sit and wait. I can’t help it. I pace the length of the room, adjusting the cuffs of my gray cashmere sweater. I’m dressed casually, just the sweater and a pair of dark jeans, but I’ve spent the last twenty minutes checking my reflection in the bedroom mirror, a ridiculous habit I’ve never had before today. The catering boxes from the restaurant downtown are already neatly arranged on the dining table, the scent of fresh pastries and roasted coffee filling the entire main floor. I’m waiting. I’m counting. Waiting for the moment she comes knocking. Then, the quiet of the house is broken by a firm, polite knock at the front door.My chest tightens instantly. I walk down the short hallway, my slippers hurrying against the floor, as I get to the door and turn

~Elias~I am early. I am never this early, yet here I am, my fingers tightening around the handle of my briefcase as the elevator slide open. My eyes instantly dart down the corridor, past the main floor, toward the corner office that now has her name etched into the glass plaque.Alice’s office.The door is closed, the lights inside off. She isn't here yet. A ridiculous wave of disappointment drops into my stomach. For the months, I was used to seeing her the exact moment I stepped off the elevator, standing right outside my door, a bright smile already waiting for me. Now, she has her own space. She has her own privacy. And the distance feels miles wide.I pull my gaze away, forcing my boots to move across the floor toward my own office, pulling the heavy oak door shut behind me. I drop my briefcase onto the sofa and walk straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the city skyline.I know I’m earlier than usual, forty minutes to eight AM. It’s all because I can’t wait