All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Tristan's POVI was still thinking about Elona. The feeling of jealousy that I felt when I saw Spooky, who was still with her after I told him to stay away from her just made me angry. I don't know what to do to get him away from her. I was asked to make a f^cking speech at the school's career day. I simply agreed because my daughter would be encouraging me to do it. I hate the idea of having to give a speech in front of students who might not even have an interest in business and anything about it. But I did it for my daughter. I signed the paper that I would attend, but nothing irritated me more than Miss Jennings, who constantly threw herself at me. I wanted to leave, I even wished for someone else to assist me. I hate those types of women.Now, I am back at work, at a meeting that I have been preparing for. I have billions, and yet I will work hard. I will not waste my time just because I have money, but I do have a Crane foundation and I do good where my heart leads me to. My min

Tristan's POVI didn't want Elona to go with Spooky to the movie theater. That was the last thing that I wanted. I was p^ssed, that prick better not agree to go. As I walked down the streettowards my house, I contemplated whether to go to Spooky's house and make sure that he would not go. I turned around, and I walked all the way past Elona's house until I reached Spooky's.I walked down the driveway, the garden was not really cared for, and I scrunched my face at it. I love a neat garden. This neighborhood is for luxury, for wealthy people, but this place seemed to be abandoned. I walked up the few steps and I rang the doorbell.The door opened, "Mr Crane, is everything okay?" Spooky asked, hesitating as he looked past me to check if there was anyone else with me, and then he looked at me again.I am even annoyed with him wearing black all the time. "I need you to stay away from Elona. She wants to go to the movies with you and I don't want you to agree to that.""Um...you are a lit

Elona's POV   I was really skeptical about staying behind with Tristan. I was being pulled in two directions. I just didn't know what Cris would think, that we had both disappeared. But he was looking at me with that vulnerable expression. I just didn't know what to say to him.   "What about Cris? She will get suspicious that we are both not there," I said.   "I will make up something, I can tell her that you feel sick, we can go to the restaurant and just talk, get to know each other more and we don't have to kiss or do anything that is s^xual right now unless you want to," he stated.   "I have my photoshoot. We didn't come all this way just for a movie. The plan was to d

Tristan's POV We reached Elona's house. I knew what was to be expected from David when entering that house. I feel like a teenager all over again that is sneaking around, hoping not to be caught. We stopped in front of the house, I turned the ignition off, and I let out a breath as I looked ahead before turning to look at Elona. She was taking my jacket off. "Are you ready?" I asked. She smiled at me, "Yes," I returned her smile before getting out of the car. When I got to her side, I opened the door, holding my hand out for her, and she took my hand as I helped her to get out of the car. I closed the door, and then she pulled her hand out of mine. I forgot for a moment that we were a secret. I let her walk ahead of me, but I watched her hips sway as she walked down the driveway, and I just couldn't believe that she was finally mine. We haven't kissed yet, and I

Elona's POVTristan and I remained in the main lounge, where he continued to play another song. I was mesmerized. I loved seeing this part of him. We continued to sit next to each other. He placed his hands in his lap after he was done playing the last song. I enjoyed this moment, but we forget at times that Cris is in the study room, and she could just be looking for us, so we cannot be that close to each other."You said that you have played the piano since you were a young man. How young were you?" I asked.He stared at the keys of the piano. "I was twelve when I could play it perfectly, but I started as young as five." He looked over at me, his green eyes glowing from the light through the window. My parents have a love for music, and they wanted me to be this perfect pianist one day, but I just didn't share that dream. I wanted to pursue business and entrepreneurship. I was passionate about that. I did end up being a perfect pianist at a yo