All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elona's POV The little drive to my apartment was silent. My father didn't ask anything about my visit to my mother's gravesite. I didn't even tell him about Tristan. I can't believe how he can still go back to being friends with the man who broke my heart. I guess my Dad knows him better because they knew each other for years, from college times already if I remember correctly. We pulled up in front of my apartment. There are apartments with the same designs next to them and stairs on the side leading to the top floor apartments. I kept staring at it even in this darkness, not moving an inch. "Are you okay?" my Dad asked. I sucked in a breath as I felt hollow inside, especially from the uninvited visitor at my mother's gravesite earlier. "I just wished that I hadn't d

Elona's POV Spooky had texted me if I was at the apartment and I told him that he was more than welcome to come around. I tidied up the lounge a bit, although there was nothing much to tidy up. I still felt hollow after that text from Tristan. I struggled to fall asleep as I reread it over and over again until I eventually fell asleep. He was really giving up on us, and he made it final... in a way. I just have to let it go because what if I can't forget what he did or might do or say again? There was a knock on the door as I neatly placed a scattered cushion on the sofa, and then I went to the front door, opening it. "Hey," I could literally feel myself light up seeing Spooky standing in front of me with a smile. A backpack slung over his shoulder and his hands were in his pants pockets.

Tristan's POV I arrived last night back at home. I was still hopeful about Elona and getting her back. I really hope she takes me back this time. I was still off from work and I took my phone from the bedside table and went to Eric's contact. Me: Is Elona at the apartment? I would like to come over and talk to her...win her back. I hit send, and then I went to the lounge as I waited for his reply. And then my phone chimed, alerting me of the text. I looked at my screen, and it was Eric's reply. Eric: She isn't here. She went to the usual coffee shop with her Dad. I thought you were in Southampton? Me: I came back because I need to speak to her. I will see if I find them at the coffee shop. I hit send, and then I shoved my phone into my jeans pocket, grabbed my car keys from the kitchen counte

Elona's POVTristan lay in bed with me, his arms wrapped around me, but I was facing him. The weight of our grief pressed down on us until it felt like we were living in a world that had stopped spinning. Rain battered the windows outside, each drop was like a tiny fist hammering against the glass, demanding to be let in as fierce and relentless as our sorrow.I watched his shoulders tremble, shaking with the sobs he tried so hard to keep silent. There was something so raw, so honest in his tears that I could feel the ice in my own heart start to cr@ck. I was trying to be strong. I reached out, tracing the line of his cheek with my fingers, and he leaned into my touch like a man that was starving. Our lips met, hesitant at first, then with the urgency of knowing that the world could end, but this moment would still be ours.His eyes fluttered closed, and his brows furrowed in concentration, as if he was trying to hold on to this moment forever. Our hands explored each other's bodies,

Elona's POV I thought I would feel like I belonged here. That was what I kept telling myself as I walked through the tall glass doors of the Velvet Fashion Show studios. The exterior was sleek, ultra-modern, with mirrored panels reflecting the city skyline, but the moment I stepped inside, the illusion shattered like glass. The receptionist gave me a once-over with eyes that judged every inch of me in under five seconds. I wore black leggings that hugged my legs like a second skin and a cropped black top that exposed my midriff. I thought I looked good, but the way she raised her brow made me falter. “Straight through the hallway. Third door on your right. You’re late,” she said, her voice clipped. I wasn’t late, I was early, but I didn’t argue. Not here. Not on my first day. I headed straight to the training room. *** The training r