All Chapters of Forbidden Nights With My Best Friend’s Father: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

I shoved him away with a sharp glare. “In your damn dream, psycho, you can’t trick me into marrying you,” I snapped, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my bag. But he didn’t budge, instead, he laughed, the kind of laugh that slithered like ice down my spine. "How about I inform your dad you’re in Italy instead of London?” he blurted, freezing me in place as my lashes fluttered rapidly in astonishment. How the hell did he find out about that?! “What is…” I paused, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth. “How did you know about that?” I demanded, hurling daggers with my eyes at him. Not that my father would be furious I was here, but I had lied. After telling Olivia I was in London and promising her I would always check on her, how would they feel when they discovered I lied? My heart clenched painfully in my chest. I couldn’t bear to see their faces when they knew the truth. “It’s quite simple, Jenna, I know everything about you,” he said with a careless shrug as he slump

For the past week I hadn’t caught a glimpse of Adrian, not like I cared though. Yet a stupid part of me longed to see him. We were supposed to draft a contract for this fake fiance arrangement, and the longer he stalled, the more the days dragged. Even the Friday he promised to pick me up, I didn’t see him after waiting all day. “Bastard!” I muttered under my breath. I could just use this chance to cancel whatever foolish contract he wanted. Walking down the street with my grocery bag, suddenly a car screeched to a halt. Trust me, I knew Adrian by now. The kind of cars he drove, I recognized every one of them, but this... My gaze narrowed as the other side opened and a woman stepped out of the car. My brow furrowed before a heavy breath slipped my lips at the figure. Leah. I didn’t want to waste my breath, so I moved forward. However, her sharp voice cut through. "So this is the shabby place you stay?” Her tone dripped with venom, making my hand clench around the ba

“Hey babe, have you gotten home? Are you okay?” Her voice echoed, making my hand tighten around the phone as a breath of relief washed over me. I didn’t get to speak when the phone was snatched. Turning around, I saw Adrian glare at the contact, and right in front of me, he ended the call. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets at his audacity. The next moment, he pushed my door open and strode in as though he owned the place. My fingers dug into my palm as I moved further into the room, closing the door behind me. “What do you want?” I asked. Though I knew Mila was safe, I couldn’t shake off what that stranger said. Who on earth chose me? Did it involve Adrian? Why did he look both scared and relieved when he saw me, and his words... I could have died.“You went to the club with another woman?” He asked, arching his brow as he hurled my phone across the room. The shattering sound made me flinch as I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes darting to my phone splinter

His head tilted to the side as the world seemed to freeze, regret gnawed at my chest while my fingers clenched and I breathed harshly. He slowly turned to face me, his expression stripped of emotion.“You slapped me…” his throat worked. “For her?” he asked, and I pressed my lips together, locking onto his piercing gaze. “Yes, and I will do it again and again!” I spat. Did I ever lash out to intimidate him because he had a fiancee? Why did he have to chase after the person I wanted? Suddenly, he stepped closer, forcing me back until my spine pressed against the icy wall. “Why do you despise me so much?” he blurted. “No matter how I try to enter your life, you always see me in the wrong light.” His jaw tightened. “Why?” he demanded, and I swallowed hard. “That is not the case.” “Then tell me what the hell it is!” His voice rose sharply, stunning me. I hadn’t expected his anger. My lips parted to speak, but instead he grabbed my neck and crushed his lips against mine.

As soon as I stepped into his office, his back greeted me. He had removed his coat, leaving him in his shirt as he faced the window with his hand in his pocket. The way his muscles flexed beneath the fabric made me swallow hard as the memories of last night lingered in my head. I shook the thoughts away and pushed the door closed. The sound caught his attention, and he spun instantly. With his eyes locked on mine, he spoke in Italian before finally dropping his phone. “What do you want?” I cut straight to the chase. I sensed this wasn’t about work. Scratch that—how on earth was he the owner of this company? “That is not the way to speak to your boss, Jenna.” His voice rose calmly, and I rolled my eyes. “The same boss who forced himself on me last night?” I retorted, and his eyes narrowed. “You wanted it too.” He stepped closer. “You don’t have to pretend you didn’t enjoy the feeling of having a cock in that tiny pussy of yours.” His words pierced sharper than daggers.