All Chapters of 365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ELENAThe room went silent, like time stopped, and my brain was screaming at me to do something, but my whole body seemed locked in place.My mother's mouth was still open. Her face was white, filled with absolute dread... Her hands were pressed against her chest like she was trying to keep her heart inside.My father's face was gray. His eyes moved from Dominic's face to my face. Down to the cum dripping down my leg. A fresh drop rolled over my knee. Then another."Dominic, how dare you" my father said. His voice cracked. Like he didn't recognize the sound coming out of his own throat.Dominic didn't flinch, didn't cover himself. He just stood there. Naked. His soft cock hangs between his legs. A bead of cum still at the tip."Marcus, why on earth did you storm into my room without informing me?" Dominic said, calmly, like he was greeting a business partner at the office.My father took a step forward. His hands were shaking. His whole body was shaking."What the fuck is this?" His v

ELENAThe morning light came through the thin bedroom curtains cutting straight across my swollen eyelids and making my head throb with a dull, heavy ache.I didn't move an inch. My face was still pressed into the damp, wrinkled fabric of Sebastian's white shirt, my nose buried in the crook of his neck. The scent of his skin was finally starting to overtake the phantom smell of Dominic’s expensive tobacco that had been choking me for days. My ribs ached from the hours I’d spent crying into his chest, my throat so dry it felt like sandpaper when I tried to swallow.Sebastian was awake. I could feel the steady, heavy rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, his heartbeat a strong, rhythmic thumping against my ear.His long fingers were slowly tracing small, gentle circles on my lower back, moving over the thick wool of my sweater with a lightness that made my eyes sting all over again. He didn't push for anything. He didn't shift his weight to dominate the bed. He just held me like

DOMINICSebastian was screaming as the two men held his arms behind his back. I stood by the wall, coughing. My hand gripped my throat. My neck burned where his fingers had dug into my skin."Hold him," I said. My voice was raspy.I adjusted the collar of my coat. I looked down at my son. His chest was heaving. His face was twisted in hatred.Diane had poisoned his mind. She spent years planting lies until he looked at his own father like a monster. I had built an empire for him. I would give him any woman, any amount of money, if he would take his place beside me. I loved him. He was my blood. He was my only son.But not Elena."I'll kill you, Dominic! I swear to God I'll kill you!" Sebastian choked out. His face was pressed against the floor as Viktor kept a heavy boot on his back."Shut your mouth, Sebastian, I love you. You are my son. I would do anything for you, but you are not keeping this one… she’s mine."I turned away from him. I looked at Elena and grabbed her upper arm. I

ELENA"I am incapable of it," he said.His voice did not have any emotion. It was flat and he was certain.I did not flinch. I wasn't surprised by his words. I knew exactly who Dominic was.He was an iron wall. Expecting him to love me was like expecting the marble under my feet to turn soft. I did not want to be fooled by his short moment of softness anymore. I did not want to play his game of emotional catch."I know," I said. My voice was quiet. It did not shake.Dominic adjusted his cuffs. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched me. He was waiting for a breakdown. He was waiting for me to scream at him or beg him to change his mind."You aren't going to argue?" Dominic asked."No," I said. I took a slow breath."I am not surprised, Dominic. But you asked me why I went back to Sebastian. You wanted to know why I didn't just leave the city when you ended our relationship. You wanted to know why I didn't take your money and disappear."Dominic did not answer. He stood perfectly stil

ELENAThe living room of my parents' house felt smaller than I remembered. The plastic covers were still on the lampshades, and the moving boxes were stacked three high against the wall. The air smelled of damp cardboard and stale tea.My mother sat on the edge of the chair, her hands clamped tightly over her purse. My father stood near the window, his back to us, his arms crossed over his chest. Neither of them had looked at me since Dominic opened the front door.Dominic sat in the armchair opposite my mother. He looked completely out of place among the cheap furniture, his dark gray suit pristine, his posture perfectly straight. I stood a few feet behind his chair, my hands clasped in front of my jeans."I came to say goodbye, and I came to apologize. I know the trouble I caused with the contract. I know my running away made things difficult with the moving timeline."My mother did not look up. She adjusted her grip on her purse."You chose to run, Elena. You chose to put this fami