All Chapters of Pleasuring my dad's best friend : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: Trickery

Eliana's POV My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, probably judging me for the choices I had made in my young miserable life.I quietly packed up a few things, slid on a pair of grey sweatpants and hoodie. I had made up my mind to give Scott the space he needed. He probably needed it, the reason for his wanting to stay alone in his room yesterday.Deep down, I blamed myself for everything, for being a pain in his ass and for being so gullible and stupid. Another part of me still wished there was some sort of explanation, an excuse to keep me going.“Good morning, Miss.”Thomas, my personal bodyguard, greeted me. Quietly, he followed me, needing no permission to do so.“I would like to go alone.” That should have been enough reason for him to stop and leave me the hell alone. It wasn't and I only realized that when I got to the car.This time, it wasn't just Thomas. There was another beside him. His nose flared like he was waiting for the slightest provocation t

82: Blackmailer’s Identity revealed

Scott's POV The room was filled with collections of art. For a second I forgot about my anxiety as my eyes fixed on a painting of distress. Camila's love for art was undoubtedly the reason behind Eliana's interest. The painting of a woman fading, pain in her eyes and hands outstretched, reaching for the hands of a child. There was a somewhat blinding light, the child could not be seen except its little hands, bare inches away from the mom's.Right next to the painting, hung Camila's portrait. It felt there was more meaning to that. The emotion from the painting could be felt simply by just looking at it. Could this mean something?“You seem to have picked interest in this painting, Scott. Have you become a lover of art yourself?”I tilted my head to the direction of her voice, glanced once more at the painting and turned to accept the glass she was offering.“As much as I think I know your reason for visiting, I would like to ask anyway. What brings you to my abo

83: There's two of them

Eliana's POV The day went by in a blur, I was stuck in bed, downing whatever junk and food I could lay my hands on, silently judging myself. There's more to life than food but there's certainly no life without food. I waited for a text from the blackmailer, hoping to put an end to the worry sooner than later. “Tomorrow should bring better results.” I murmured, drifting off to sleep. “Shit!” My eyes shone, sleep disappeared.My brain that had seemed to stop working, started functioning. Who the fuck waits for a call or text message without a number? Jumping off the bed, I searched for the SIM card I had taken out of my phone. I took it out to prevent Scott from reaching me, also making it impossible for the blackmailer to get to me. Stupid me! In the cool air conditioned room, beads of sweat formed on my forehead. The cold was replaced with heat as I realized I couldn't remember where I had put it. “Thank God!” I exclaimed, gripping the card tightly, fearing it would fa

84: Surprise visit

Eliana's POV A loud thud brought me out of my unconsciousness. I tried to open my eyes but they seemed like they were sealed shut. There were loud noises, voices shouting and screaming. I could not make out the words. I was probably in hell. What punishment does a girl like me get? I slid back into the abyss of darkness. I awakened once more. This time, I was laid flat on a hard surface. I tried to move but I couldn't get my body to obey. Whoever put me on this did not want me to move either. I could feel bands tightly pressed against my body. Was this part of my punishment? “Eliana! Eliana!” Why were they shouting so loud? Give the judgement already and let me be. “Stay with me!” Slowly, the fog began to disappear, I could process some words and voices. Scott, I could hear him, feel him. “Scott…” I choked out. My throat was tight. It felt like a thousand needles had been inside it. I could feel the sun against my skin and the soft caress of wind. I was alive, I was

85: Ruthless

Eliana's POV Whispers of sweet nothings filled my ears, filtering through my dreams, slowly pulling out of the fog. I heard Scott mumble something under his breath.I could sense his worry, the love in every gentle squeeze of his hand over mine, in the light kisses and in his whispered confessions.I was either in a different dimension or living a dream while dreaming. I had once woken up to the sound of my mother's soft voice. Her hands brushed through my hair as she sniffed.Camila Mendes Garcia was crying, she was actually crying! Maybe that was a dream.I awakened once more. My head ached less but my body felt so heavy. Every movement I made hurt like hell. My eyes felt less sore but still wouldn't let me open them. I tried moving my fingers, realizing there was someone on each side, each hand held with such tender affection.“Sweetie?”I tried to force my eyes open at the sound of Aunt Susie’s voice, wincing as light filtered in.“Princess, you're awake…” He paus

86: A Dead man

Scott's POV “When will she wake up?” This had to be the hundredth time Jackson had fired the same question at me and the poor doctor in the last thirty minutes. In truth, I was no better. “You were supposed to keep her safe, Scott.” His anger was evident in his voice. “Don't try and blame him, Jack. He did his best. If she didn't have security…” She choked on her words, holding back her tears. “We failed her, Jackson. She was trying to tell me.” Jack's expression softened. He soothed her with his hand on her shoulder. The affection between the siblings reminded me of the family I did not have, the sister I lost. Would she have stood by me or would she have taken the side of the sister that survived? “I'm sorry, Jack… I—” “No, no, I'm sorry. I apologize for trying to push the blame on you.” If only he knew the blame should actually be mine. A little self control and decency would have prevented all of this. Indeed it was my fault. The doctor had spoken against so

87: You love him

Eliana's POV “How's she feeling?” Aunt Susie asked, walking over to my bedside. Her gaze fixed on Scott. “I feel a lot better today, aunt.” Scott was still too stunned to speak. My aunt's scowl wasn't helping. “Good. Soon you'll be able to go home.” “Yeah, I can't wait.” Indeed, I couldn't wait to get out of the hospital but most of all, I couldn't wait to get healed. I had a cast in my hand, cracked ribs and terrible pain. We both talked about a lot and nothing. My dad didn't mind. He seemed to enjoy the sight of me speaking. For someone who gets bored whenever we have girly talks, this was impressive. Scott had left quietly, giving us time to ourselves. Sebastian seemed to have left before Susie and dad's arrival. “I'll leave you girls to catch up while I work a little.” “That's the longest you've ever endured, dad.” I giggled. “That's not true.” “It is. Thank you.” “For what?” His brows furrowed, his head tilted to the side in confusion. “For everythin

88: We fucked up

Scott's POV Cool air calmed my raging nerves. I couldn't possibly go on like this. For how long would I cover the truth, fearing the inevitable? I lit the cigarette in my mouth, drawing in some smoke and then puffing it out. “Old habits…” Jackson's voice brought me out of my head. “Thought you quit smoking.” “I did.” I stared at him for a bit, wondering if he really hadn't heard anything. I couldn't meet their gaze back in Eliana's hospital room. For a moment it felt like Susan could see through my soul. If she heard anything, she would have said something. The woman was known for her ability to speak whenever however she wanted without a care in the world. That's exactly why she and Jackson were thriving in their political ambitions. Susan was a smart woman. She spoke her mind whenever she wanted but she also wasn't stupid. Considering the situation, she might as well keep shut. Unless she hadn't really heard anything but suspected there was something going on. “I'm

89: Do you still love me

Eliana's POV No one was supposed to know, not now at least. My heart raced with fear. “Growing up, you always admired him, always wanted to be in his company whenever you could. Kids do see more about a person than adults do.” I couldn't think of anything to change the topic. Maybe if I brought up something else… “Aunt…” “I know you probably don't agree but it's true. Kids can be really dumb sometimes but they are also smart. I watched you grow so I know that.” Okay it no longer sounded like the conversation I thought it was. “Hi, Eliana!” “Xavier!” I had been worried sick wondering why he and Paige had not visited. I was so happy they had come to visit. He came over to my bedside, and aunt gave him and Paige space. “I’ll be right back.” She excused herself. “How are you doing?” “Much better than I was… You both had me worried.” Xavier opened his mouth in response but Scott beat him to it. “It's your dad's fault, Eliana. He doesn't seem pleased at the m

90: moans of the night

Susan's POV The view of the streets through the window was quite boring, exactly what I needed. It was time to leave but I couldn't bring myself to accept it. Something was off, wrong.The pain I had felt in my chest when I first heard the news about Eliana's attack, seemed like it would never go away. Merely recalling that day brings the pain back.What if we had headed for London immediately after that phone call? My girl was trying to say something but I didn't act like I should have. “What are you thinking about darling?”I slowly turned to the sound of Jackson's voice. He looked handsome. His thick hair brushed backwards with a few rebels falling on his forehead. “Nothing.” I breathed, resting my hip on the apron.“You're not dressed, baby.”“Don't call me that. Not here.” What if someone heard him? Jackson had never been one to care. Left to him, the world would have found out about us already… Eliana would have.“I don't care,” A few steps forward and he gently p

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