Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Best Friend's Dad: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Elona's POV I was getting ready for a photoshoot at the studio. I haven't seen Tristan since he left my house yesterday and I broke those bracelets, beads scattered everywhere on the ground. I didn't care about it. I looked at myself in the mirror in my dressing room. I had a champagne-colored long skirt that had a long slit on the side, exposing my leg with the top all glittering, my flat belly was exposed. A reminder of a life that barely grew inside of me. I sucked in a breath, things happen for a reason, and sometimes we just have to accept things for what they are. My curled hair was tied up into a messy bun and a few strands hung around my face. The theme for the photoshoot was desert, but I felt like some Egyptian princess. So they are preparing the studio for it. There was a knock on the door and then it opened. Mr Luca entered. "You look amazing," he said as he approached me, I took the lip glos

Elona's POV My dressing room door opened as I loosened my hair from the messy bun. I turned around to see Mr Monroe enter and then close the door behind him. I wasn't sure why he was here. He no longer wore a jacket but a shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He still looked handsome. "I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to check up on you. You did great in the studio," he said as he moved closer to me. My nerves kicked up. "Thanks," I smiled. "Won't this affect our relationship as student-teacher? I mean...its inappropriate, what if people see us together in a magazine, booklets or even on billboards? I could be suspended, and you could even lose your job," I said with worry. He gave me a smile, "I'm sure that it won't be out in public, it's only for a campaign that is for perfume. We have to do individual photoshoots tomorrow with the perfume. So, we might see eac

Tristan's POV I didn't want to leave Elona, she still wanted nothing to do with me after everything I had said. I don't know what else to do to win her back and there is clearly pain that she is carrying, something that she cannot get over, although I sense it to be deeper pain. And it's all because of me. All because of Cris and her f^cking words. As much as I wanted to say and make sure she would get back home safely, I needed to give her that space. In the meantime, I have Austin to deal with. I arrived at home, I didn't give a f^ck who was here. I walked to the dining table and took a seat, taking my phone out of my pants pocket and I dialed my mother's number. I hope that this isn't true. I placed the phone against my ear as the phone rang. "Hi, sweetpea-" "Mom, stop calling me that," I hissed, running my fingers through my hair. "Honey, you will always be m

Elona's POV Seated at my desk while we did a quiz, I still had those thoughts in my mind about Mr Monroe and Tristan. I shifted in my seat as I bit the end of my pen. My mind was not even focused on the quiz in front of me. No matter how much I think about my fantasies, Tristan still hurt me and I don't think I will ever be okay with him again. I even noticed that there was tension between Spooky and Cris when they entered class earlier. That snapped me out of my thoughts as I looked at them. They were focused on their quizzes. I wanted to know if everything was okay, but I won't speak to Cris after everything she had said to me that made me want to rip my heart out. As I peeled my eyes away from them, my eyes found Mr Monroe's as they were already on me. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly before he looked down at whatever papers he had in front of him on the desk. His hair fell over his forehea

Tristan's POV Seeing that ad on the internet just made me see red in that moment when I confronted Elona. I hate to see her and Monroe together. Another man touching her, and that looked too intimate, although I was there in person to see that photoshoot but still, I didn't like it one bit. The other issue is that she might get expelled from school because he is her teacher and that is very inappropriate. I just hope that it doesn't get to that point because I did try to warn her. I shoved my phone in my pants pocket and entered the house. My parents' car was parked in the driveway, and so I braced myself for my mother. I walked further into the house. My parents were seated at the dinner table. As I approached them, my mother gasped as she laid her eyes on me, jumping up with the chair screeching. She rushed to me and took me into her embrace. "Hi, mom," I said. "Sweat pea, it's so