All Chapters of Craving My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Asher's POV The lecture hall buzzed with a low hum of whispers as Professor Hargrove dove back into his boring explanation.Asher sat rigid in his seat at the back, his notebook still blank. His mind was a whirlwind, replaying that intense eye contact with the new guy. 'What the hell was that?' he thought, his heart still pounding like he'd just sprinted a mile. Get a grip, Ash. He's probably just sizing up the room, looking for bros to bro out with.But deep down, Asher knew it wasn't that simple. There was something electric in that stare, something that made his skin prickle and his thoughts scatter. He stole a glance at Elliott, who was two rows ahead, scribbling notes with that effortless poise. 'Stop staring, idiot,' he chided himself. 'You're not some lovesick freshman. Focus on the damn topic.'A girl in the third row twirled her hair, her eyes flicking toward Elliott more often than the board.A couple of guys exchanged smirks, probably betting on how long it'd take for

Asher's POV I was trying—and failing miserably—to focus on the psychology textbook in front of me with all the cafeteria noise buzzing around. Jax rolled his eyes at me. “Dude. What the hell are you even studying for anyway? You’ve been glued to those books all day.” I scoffed dramatically, “I have a test coming up. It’s worth, like, thirty percent of my grade.” Jax snorted, shoving half a burger into his mouth. “Whatever.” Luca grinned at both of us. “Hey guys, I have an idea. I've been thinking a lot about throwing a party this weekend.” Jax’s eyes instantly lit up. “Hell yes! Finally! Your place? Tell me we’re doing it at your place.” Luca nodded. “My dad’s out of town for work. And the house is wide open. We can raid the liquor cabinet, set up the speakers in the living room, invite a bunch of people. It’s gonna be epic.” I closed my book halfway, raising a brow skeptically. “Wait… but your dad's pretty strict about that kinda stuff. The last time you had people o

Nico’s POVI let out a tired sigh, gripping the wheel tighter than necessary.I’ve been stuck working for twelve shitty hours. Some days, all this crap makes me wish I’d just stayed in the military.My head was pounding. All I wanted was a quiet house, a cold beer, and maybe an hour in the basement gym to sweat the day out of my system.My phone buzzed with an unknown number. I almost let it go to voicemail, but in my line of work, letting it ring out wasn’t really an option.“Yeah,” I answered, my voice flat.A low, gravelly voice came through. “Rossi, I’ve got a job for you. It’s high priority, and I need it done quietly. You in?”I exhaled through my nose, keeping my eyes on the dark road ahead.I’ve been in the game for a long time. I did what I had to so I could take care of Luca, but lately it’s been leaving a bad feeling I can’t shake off.“I’ll think about it,” I said. “Send the details. I’ll get back to you by tomorrow.”“Make it fast. The pay’s double if it’s clean.”“Underst

Asher’s POV“You think he’s gonna ground me?” Luca asked, dumping the final trash bag by the front door. He wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm.I forced a laugh. “Probably worse. He looked ready to ship you off to military school.”Luca groaned. “Fuck. I’m never throwing another party here. Ever.” He paused, glancing at me sideways. “You okay, though? You’ve been quiet.”My stomach twisted. “Yeah. Just a little tired.”He clapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up. It was my dumb idea. You’re a good friend for even showing up.”A good friend. His words felt like a punch to my gut. If he only knew.We finally finished around one-thirty. The house looked spotless again. Luca stretched with a massive yawn, his messy hair sticking up in every direction.“I’m wiped, man. I need some fucking sleep. You staying over?”I nodded, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah. I'm good on the couch.”“Sure, if that's what you want. Night, Ash.” He headed upstairs, and a minute later his