All Chapters of Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

ETHAN'S POV I came out of my room, all dressed up. Hopefully she comes early. I sent her some clothes but I'm not sure she would wear them but it doesn't matter as long as she shows up it'll be just fine My phone buzzed on the table, I snatched it up immediately I saw it was Leah calling. "Hello?" I said, "Hey, Ethan. I'm on my way. What's the address again?" Her sweet voice came through the line. I gave it to her, trying to keep my voice calm even though my heart was pounding. "Alright, see you soon. We're on our way." She then hung up before I could even say a word. I stared at the phone smiling, she was coming, she was actually coming, I couldn't wait for her to see what I'd done. I hope she really likes it. I did another walk-through of the house just checking and making sure everything was in order, and everything was exactly how I wanted it. I had spent the hours making sure every little detail was right cause I wanted tonight to be special. It's been a while since I

DAMIEN'S POV "What do you mean my reservation has been revoked?" I whispered into the phone, closing the door as quietly as possible behind me. I glanced back at the bedroom, making sure Leah was still asleep. She stirred slightly but didn't wake. Good. I walked further down the hallway, my jaw tight. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Cross," the voice on the other end said. "There was a scheduling conflict with another party. We tried to resolve it but unfortunately..." "Unfortunately what?" I yelled, my grip on the phone tightening. "I booked this weeks ago. Weeks. How is there a scheduling conflict?" "I understand your frustration, sir. We had a system error that double-booked the date. We've been trying to reach you for days but..." "I didn't get any calls." I cut him off. Whatever he had to say was jack shit if I couldn't get my hands on that husky. "We left several messages, sir. I'm not sure why you didn't receive them." I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stay calm. "So what

LEAH'S POV I dipped my brush into the paint and started working on the canvas, trying to capture the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes, the way his smile softened when he looked at me. It was harder than I expected. Much harder. I glanced up at him. "Hold still." "I am still," he said not moving a muscle. "You're moving, your chest especially" I shot back squinting at him as if that could make it any less difficult. “But I'm not moving just breathing” "Stop breathing," I said with a chuckle. He laughed at my words. "You want me to stop breathing?" "Yes," I said, pointing my brush at him. "For at least five minutes." He raised an eyebrow. "That's a long time." "Then stop moving." He didn't say anything more just shook his head at me but remained still. And I went back to painting trying to capture how he looked. The studio was quiet except for the soft scrape of our brushes against canvas. I looked up again and I caught him staring at me I paused, my brush h

LEAH'S POV Pulling up to my mom's driveway I killed the engine. The house looked the same as always. I stepped out of the car and headed for the door, letting myself in, the familiar smell of lavender and whatever Mom was cooking hitting me immediately. "Mom?" I called out. "Living room, baby!" she yelled back. I walked through the hallway and into the living room. Emily was curled up on the couch, a cup of tea in her hand, scrolling through her phone. "Emily?" I asked stopping in my tracks. "What are you doing here?" She looked up, a smile spreading across her face. "Spa date with your mom and Sophie. She invited me." "It was supposed to be a surprise," Mom said, coming in from the kitchen with a tray of snacks. She set it down on the coffee table and sat in her usual chair by the window. "But someone couldn't wait." Emily shrugged. "I was excited." I laughed and sat down beside Emily, dropping my bag on the floor. "You staying for lunch?" Mom asked. "No, I just came to se

Damien's POV "Marcus, please tell me you have something tangible for me related to Isabella's case," I said as he handed me a file. "Not yet, sir. And the police are ruling out any foul play. They're saying it's suicide." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Yeah, right. You and I both know that's not true." First it was Cassian. Now Isabella. I was glad they were both out of my life, but I couldn't bring myself to feel comfortable about their deaths. Someone had killed them—someone who was still out there. And if I didn't find them, they could come after me. Or Leah. "The board members are already waiting for you in the conference room, sir," Marcus reminded me. With a sigh, I stood up and grabbed my jacket off the coat rack. Marcus trailed behind me as I headed out the door. "And, oh, sir," Marcus whispered as we walked. "Congratulations on your engagement." I stopped and turned to look at him. A small smile tugged at my lips. "Thank you, Marcus." He nodded, a rare smile cross