Semua Bab Craving My Best Friend’s Dad: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Tessa walked into her office to find another delivery of flowers waiting for her on the desk. This time, he included dark chocolates in the package.Her eyes flickered in disgust. She blamed the company for giving Sebastian a spare key to every office. Screw his role as the director of operations. He was invading her privacy by sliding in flowers every morning before her arrival.She dropped her bag, gathering the flower bouquet and boxes of chocolates in her hands, preparing to dump them on the receptionist's desk as she had been doing since the first day Sebastian started sending flowers to her office.“I don’t need his flowers.” She spun around, about to take the next step towards the door, when she collided with a hard chest. The bouquet jolted in her hands, stems slipping free from it. The chocolate boxes tumbled to the floor, scattering across the room. “You should knock before walking into my office, Mr. Sebastian,” she growled, frustration laced in her tone.“I knocked.” Sebas

She strode toward him, her gait elegant and smooth, her long black dress dragging softly over the tiles with each step.Her lips thinned, hand stretched out to tap his shoulder where he stood pressed against the bar counter. “Hey, Julian.”He flinched, kicking his belt into the little space Tessa squeezed herself underneath the counter. In that tense moment, he appreciated his artisans for designing ergonomically friendly spaces that allowed one to conceal oneself in situations like this.“Why aren’t you dressed?” Bianca queried, her eyelids narrowing, emphasizing her displeasure. “We’re running late for the charity gala.”He tilted his head slightly towards her. Her face was neatly done up in a natural makeup look. Her hair was styled in soft curls. If there was an event they were supposed to attend together, it had definitely slipped his mind.“The charity gala?”Bianca threw her head backward, soft sounds of laughter spilling out of her mouth. “You’re an old man, Julian. Don’t tell

The knock barely sounded—two gentle taps against the door. The receptionist slipped into the office with Tessa’s permission. Her hands were full of boxes, leaving her no space to shut the door.Tessa paused when she saw her, her eyes flicking to the pile of boxes stacked in her hands and arms, wondering where they had all come from.“For you, ma’am,” Celeste, the receptionist, said quickly. “A delivery came in for you.”“What?” She pushed herself up from the chair to help unload the boxes onto the table. An undeniable surprise sparked across her expression. “From who?” She asked, silently questioning if Sebastian had upped his game.“I have no idea.” Celeste arranged the boxes left in her hand on the empty spaces she could find on the table. “They are huge. They are probably from someone who values you.”Tessa nodded, not uttering any more words. Still flabbergasted, she thanked the receptionist. Her eyes followed Celeste out of the office, observing how she strode gleefully as though

When Tessa convinced her to go on this date with Adrian, she had begrudgingly slipped into a red silk, thigh-high slit dress to avoid standing him up. She knew he would try to impress her, but she didn’t expect so much from a first date.A dinner in the most expensive private lounge in downtown Velmark. Minimalist, but expensive. Exactly the kind of setup she loved. A large room with floor-to-ceiling windows opening to the night sky. A single table sat at the center, elegantly set with two fancy chairs facing each other.Adrian had already settled in one of the chairs, impeccably dressed in a brown tailored suit. His hair was styled in smooth waves, his eyes gleaming with smiles when he saw her.Maribel sighed thankfully. The silver low-heel stilettos she chose to complement her dress steadied her as she glided in, her elegant strides echoing softly against the polished porcelain tiles.A few servers were in view to take their orders, but still at a distance that gave them that alone

Tessa stole glances at Julian between every bite of his meal. His face housed a scowl that had refused to dissolve since he joined them for dinner that evening. When he looked her way, her lips curved slightly, but he tore his gaze away from her, missing the smile she intended to broaden if he had lingered a little more. Something was bothering him, and she wished he would share with her, but they weren’t that close to share their worries. All they did was fuck.“Mom’s memorial is coming up next week,” Maribel said, cutting through the tension that had been thickening between Julian and Tessa as they secretly acknowledged each other’s presence in the dining room. “Do you have special plans this time?”The scowl on Julian’s face deepened. He stabbed into the steak on his plate, his hand tightening around the fork.Tessa watched him, noticing his stiffness, the shadow that crossed his face, how his body tensed when his daughter asked, and the long sigh that left him as he straightened