All Chapters of Falling For My Father's Best Friend : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sunday morning arrived lazy and slow, sunlight slipping through the thin curtains of my Charlottenburg apartment in pale gold strips across the bed. I woke up tangled in sheets that still smelled faintly of hospital laundry and the lavender body wash I had used last night, body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes from a week of new routines. "Gosh...I need a better apartment," I muttered. Anyone would call it a lazy morning. I didn't rush - just lay there for a while listening to distant traffic and the soft tick of the radiator, letting the quiet settle over me like a blanket. I could have sworn I counted and traced every lines on the ceiling until eventually hunger pulled me up. I padded to the kitchen in nothing but underwear, made toast with jam, ate standing at the counter while coffee brewed in the kettle, the bitter smell grounding me in the present.After breakfast I showered, long, hot, steam filling the small bathroom until the mirror fogged completely. I wi

Monday morning came too soon, the alarm cutting through the quiet of my Charlottenburg apartment like a knife through fog. I rolled out of bed still half-asleep, the sheets twisted around my legs, and headed straight for the shower. Hot water hit my skin, steam rising fast, and yesterday flooded back uninvited - Lukas's mouth on mine, the sharp bite on my lower lip, the way his groan had vibrated against my tongue when I finally kissed him back. Heat bloomed low in my belly again, sudden and insistent. My hand moved before I could think my fingers sliding between my thighs, already slick, circling my clit in slow, firm strokes. I braced one palm against the tile, breath hitching, replaying the way his hand had fisted in my bob hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. Ahhh. Fuckkkkk.I pinched my nipple with the other hand, hard, and rubbed faster, thighs trembling. The orgasm hit quick and sharp, a soft cry slipping out as my knees buckled slightly. I leaned my forehead against

**Mateo's POV**No goodbye. No breakup. Nothing! I still couldn't agree she left me.Not really. Not deep down where it counted. I kept waiting for the door to open, for her to walk back in with that soft half-smile she wore when she was tired but happy to see me, for her to say she had overreacted, that we could fix it.Who wouldn't forgive her? Before she even apologized, I knew it was a mistake.But the apartment stayed silent. Her phone sat on my desk like a relic - cracked screen, passcode still her birthday, necklace coiled beside it like a broken promise.She did break my promise.I carried both everywhere: pocket during the day, nightstand at night. Proof she'd been real. Proof she'd chosen to disappear. Or that I didn't make her up. She fucked me before she left. Just the night before going and she looked me in the damn eyes and asked me to tie her up.That part burned the worst. I knew something was off but why didn't I press further?Isabella had begged me to come over t

The study was dim — only the desk lamp on, casting long shadows across the bookshelves and the half-empty teacup Elena had brought up earlier. I had barely touched the snack beside it; the scone sat cold, crumbs scattered like tiny accusations. My laptop screen glowed blue-white in the dark, open to spreadsheets I hadn’t looked at in twenty minutes. I was staring at nothing, fingers resting on the trackpad, when Rafiq appeared in the doorway — silent as always, hands clasped behind his back.Not now! I knew where this was already going.I felt him before I saw him. The air changed, heavier, expectant.I didn’t turn my head. Just waited.“Lucian is not home,” Rafiq said quietly.Yep. Just as I had expected. It was no news. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 10:17 p.m. Friday evening. No school tomorrow so that was fine. He could sleep in late as long as he was fine.I exhaled through my nose, slow, controlled so I wouldn't crash out.“He’s fine. Probably at L

The shift ended at 06:45am, the kind of gray dawn that made everything outside the hospital windows look washed out and tired. I clocked out, stretched my neck until it popped, and paged Olga while I changed out of scrubs in the locker room. Her reply came back instant: FOOD. All caps. No punctuation. She indeed was still hungry .I laughed under my breath, loud enough that Hannah, still tying her shoes two lockers down, glanced over and smirked. “Olga?” “Obviously,” I said, zipping my bag. “She’s starving.”I pulled my phone out of the locker, it had been off since last night, I was just being to paranoid. "Welcome back," I whispered and powered it on. Three missed messages from Lukas lit up the screen, timestamps staggered over the last few hours.01:12I can cancel the reservation. Should have asked you first. 03:47 Are you good? Your phone is off. 05:59I’m coming. It’s morning already.My chest did a funny little flip, worry and warmth at the same time. I start