All Chapters of Forbidden Nights With My Best Friend’s Father: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

OLIVIASitting up, “Promise me you will tell me nothing but the truth?” I asked, staring at him.This time he leaned closer. “Why would I lie to you?” he asked with a raised brow. Swallowing, I blurted, “How do you see me, I mean the relationship between us?” He blinked. “I don't understand...” “I mean what is...” My words froze in my throat as the piercing ring of his phone shattered the moment. He excused himself and stepped away. Biting hard on my lips, I tried to calm my racing heart. Damn, I wanted him to be the one to ask about this, tell me what we were, but my curiosity wouldn't give me the patience to wait.I watched him stride back toward me while tucking his phone into his pants pocket.He sat beside me while I rested my head on his thigh. “So?” I murmured, searching his face. He smiled faintly. “Regarding that, you're my woman,” he said simply. He had always called me that, but what on earth does it mean to be someone's woman?I wanted to press on but my li

OLIVIAJust as I tried to board a cab, Ethan blocked my path. “Where are you hurrying to?” he asked with a scowl. “What do you want, Mr. Morrison?” He pressed his lips together. “I only wished to speak with you,” he said softly. I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t want to talk to you, now step aside!” I shoved him away and entered the cab. “Olivia.” His voice echoed behind me, but I instructed the driver to move. Instead of heading home, I chose to go to Christian’s. When I reached the estate, I pushed the door open, and there he was, seated with his legs crossed and a laptop before him. My mouth opened, then closed, words dissolving like mist. I had rehearsed what to say once I arrived. Yet here I was... The room was hushed. He didn’t speak, and the silence pressed against my chest. “I...” my voice cracked. He heard, for his gaze shifted toward me. His steel-blue eyes pierced through me, making my heart pounded hard. “How may I help you?” he asked, staring intently a

OLIVIAMy body stiffened. “What do...” I didn’t finish my statement when he handed me the key and turned to leave, but I refused to allow that. I knew Christian was in the car, so before they could drive off I walked toward it, knocking on the tinted back window, yet silence answered me. Frustrated, I yanked the car door open, sliding into the back seat, immediately my eyes locked on him.“What’s the meaning of this?” I demanded, staring at his face. He looked drained, his hand pressed against his forehead. Slowly, he shifted his gaze to meet mine. My heart skipped. I had sworn not to get distracted, yet his hypnotic eyes and my reckless heart betrayed me. “Didn’t you say you wanted your things? Those are yours, and I brought them since I wouldn’t be available, and you might not be able to enter the penthouse without the key.” Though his words made sense, I couldn’t wrap my head around them. “You could have just handed me the keys,” I muttered. He arched his brow. “Why?”

ETHAN Just as I stepped into my apartment, the first person I saw was Sophie seated on the couch with her legs crossed like she owned the place. “What are you doing here?” I asked, closing the door behind me. The moment she saw me, she rose and rushed toward me. “Why can’t I come to see you? You’re my fiance,” she said as though it were the most obvious truth in the world. My brow furrowed. “I know we are engaged. As a matter of fact, I think we should dissolve this engagement,” I blurted. She gasped, her hand flying to her lips. “Never! We won’t do that, Ethan!” she declared firmly. My eyes narrowed. “May I know why? I’m exhausted, and I’m sure you should be too…” “Nonsense!” she cut in sharply. “I’m not tired of you and I will never be. We will get married and that’s final.” I refused to argue further and headed toward the bedroom. I was about to remove my clothes when the door pushed open. She strode in with a small smile and a cup of steaming tea. “What are you doing

OLIVIARubbing my forehead to ease the dull ache, the door suddenly swung open and Briella entered with a box that likely carried food. “Ma’am, you got a lunch delivery.” My stomach knotted with displeasure as she hurried in and set the package on the table. I gestured for her to leave, I don't even need anyone to tell me who sent them. It's obviously Ethan. Shoving the thought to the back of my head, I buried myself in work. I had no idea how long I labored before the door creaked open again. This time it was Sophie that appeared. Her gaze flickered to the box on my desk.However, the first thing I noticed was that she was sweating, and the way her hair clung to her face made me wonder what made her sweat so much in this kind of cold place. “Hi, cousin,” she said with a wave, stepping closer. Arching a brow, I muttered, “What do you want, Sophie?” trying to keep my focus on what I was doing since I knew she wasn’t here for anything good. “Didn’t you see the message I