All Chapters of Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LEAH POV"Damien?"My voice comes out smaller than I intended. I'm still standing in the doorway, the cool night air slipping in through the crack behind me.He's on my couch, legs hanging over the armrest, the loose shirt doing little to hide the bandages around his ribs. He looks uncomfortable and completely out of place on that sofaWhat is wrong with him? He has a huge penthouse but chose my second-hand sofa instead."You're still here," I whisper."I said I would be."I close the door behind me, and the lock clicks. I lean against it, staring at him for a minute, and neither of us says anything.The apartment is too quiet Sophie's door is closed and so is Mom's,they must have gone to bed early.I look around but there's no sign of Emily I turn back to him confused "Where's Emily?" I ask."I sent her home. She has class tomorrow." He says I nod then push myself off the door and walk to the kitchen table, I drop my purse on the table setting the sunflowers and white roses down b

DAMIEN POVThe living room is still dark when I open my eyes.For a moment, I don't know where I am because the ceiling is wrong, and the smell of cheap detergent fills the room.Then the smell of Leah's shampoo fills my nose and my rib burns.My legs hang over the armrest of the small couch and my back has been twisted at an awkward angle for hours making every breath I take send an ache to my ribs.The couch is still damp from earlier, and Leah is curled against my side, her head on my shoulder and her hands resting on my chest.I wish I could stay like this with her forever but I see the light sipping in through the curtains, in an hour it would soon be morning.I couldn't afford for Mrs Hayes or Sophie to wake up and find us like this… half-dressed with the smell of sex filling the room…there would be no explanations that would convince them.I tap Leah's shoulder trying to wake her. She doesn't stir so I shake her a little “Leah.”She furrows her brow, mumbling something but her

UNKNOWN POVThe morning sun cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows.I stare out the window below me. Miami spreads out in every direction, the highway is clogged with traffic, and the ocean glittering in the distance.I pick up my phone from the nightstand my thumb hovers on the screen then I dial.The line rings twice before a low voice comes through the line.“Yeah?”“ Hope everything is ready?” I ask"Yes, he went into the office today so he probably has seen it." I turn from the window and start pacing around. The carpet is thick, muffling my foot."The records look authentic?""Authentic enough to raise suspicion." He says in a flat voice. "Fake ledgers, coded payments, and a few names from inside his own organization.""Good." I stop at the window again. "He won't recognize that they are fakes would he?"No. They look real enough to fool anyone unless placed side by side with the original.""Exactly." I watch a speedboat cut across the bay. "He'll start looking over his sho

LEAH’S POVMy phone buzzes again.I flip it over expecting another text from Damien but it's just Emily sending herself one of the flower photos from my camera roll. I watch her do it shamelessly from across the kitchen, her thumbs moving fast, completely unbothered."You took my photos?""Just the flowers." She doesn't even look up. "I'm posting one. The peonies are gorgeous." "Emily….""Relax. No faces, no names." She finally looks up and grins. "Whoever he is, he has taste." She said winking at me.“And if he sees the post, he'd better come and do the needful,” she said seriously, still tapping away on her phone.I turn back to the sink. I hide my heated face from her.My heart skipped a beat at the thought of her reaction if she ever finds out. I can't even bear to think of it. I fetched the water into the cup. Turning your face my mom.Mom has moved to the dining table, reorganizing two of the larger arrangements side by side, her mouth pressed into a thin line. She hasn't said

Leah's POVI stare at the window for a moment, at the loose latch, at the street visible through the glass. Then I cross the room and push it firmly shut until it clicks.Emily is sitting cross-legged on the living room floor surrounded by what appears to be the entire contents of her Notes app printed out on paper and scattered across the rug.Mom is in the kitchen with her back to us, coffee already brewing, the smell of it filling the apartment with something warm and ordinary."Finally." Emily looks up when I appear in the doorway, her hair pulled into a messy knot, still in her oversized sleep shirt. "Okay. I need your full attention."I look at the papers on the floor. "What is all of this?""Planning." She says it like it's obvious."Planning for what?" I asked, still confused as my brain was too slow to pick things up.She gives me a look that suggests she finds the question offensive. "My birthday, Leah. It's in three weeks."I look at the papers more closely. There are lists