Lahat ng Kabanata ng Offlimits Desire: My Best friend's Daddy : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The echo of the front door slamming behind Amina seemed to linger in the air long after she was gone. The house felt suddenly too quiet, too empty, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Elias stood frozen in the kitchen, one hand still gripping the edge of the counter, his face pale and etched with a mixture of regret, fear, and raw pain.I couldn’t move. My legs felt weak, my chest tight. The guilt that had been simmering for weeks now crashed over me like a wave, drowning everything else. Amina’s tear-filled eyes, her broken voice, the way she had looked at me like I had betrayed her in the worst possible way — it all replayed in my mind on a brutal loop.Elias finally turned to me, his hazel eyes dark with emotion. He crossed the kitchen in three strides and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it almost hurt. His hand stroked my back in that familiar, clingy way, but this time it felt desperate, like he was afraid I might disappear too.“She knows,” he wh

The night stretched on forever.Elias and I sat on the couch in the living room, the same couch where we had watched movies as a “family” just weeks ago. The rain had picked up again, drumming steadily against the roof like an accusation. Neither of us had moved much in the last hour. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close in that familiar, clingy way, his thumb stroking my arm in slow circles. But the comfort felt fragile now, shadowed by the empty space where Amina should have been.“She’s safe at Lena’s,” Elias said quietly for the third time, as if saying it out loud would make it true. “Lena texted me. She’s upset, but she’s not alone. That’s something.”I nodded against his chest, but the knot in my stomach only tightened. “She hates us. She has every right to. I was her best friend. You were her dad. And we… we did this behind her back in her own house.”Elias’s arm tightened around me. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his voice low and rough with gui

The front door clicked shut behind Amina with a sound that felt far louder than it should have. She stood in the entryway, rain droplets still clinging to her jacket, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. The hurt radiating from her was palpable — raw, deep, and directed at both of us. She looked smaller than usual, shoulders hunched, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to hold her broken pieces together.Elias took a slow step forward, his face etched with regret and love in equal measure. “Amina… sweetheart, sit down. Please. We’ll tell you everything.”Amina didn’t move. Her gaze flicked between us, sharp and accusatory. “Everything? You mean how long you’ve been fucking my best friend behind my back? In our house? In the bed where I used to crawl in when I had nightmares after Mom died?”The crude words hit like a slap. I flinched, tears already burning my eyes. Elias’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.“Yes,” he said quietly. “Everything.”Amina laughed bi

The fifth day without Amina pressed down on the house like a heavy fog. The rain had softened to a misty drizzle that blurred the windows of the Maple Lane home in Willow Creek, Washington. Inside, the silence felt alive, thick with guilt and unspoken fear.I woke tangled in Elias’s arms, my body still tender and slick from the slow, deep way he had taken me in the early hours. His cum still leaked warmly between my thighs, a secret reminder of how desperately we clung to each other while everything else unraveled.Elias pulled me closer, his arm locked possessively around my waist. His thumb traced slow circles on my hip. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion. “I keep replaying her face when she walked out. But then I feel you here, and all I can think is how right this feels. I love you, Zara. God, I love you so much it hurts.”I turned to face him, our foreheads touching. His hazel eyes held love mixed with the same dread I carried. “I love you too. But the guil

The headlights cut through the rain like a knife. My heart slammed against my ribs as the engine cut off. Elias’s arms tightened around me instantly, that familiar clingy grip turning almost bruising in its intensity. We were still half-dressed on the couch, the scent of sex and rain thick in the air.“It’s her,” he whispered, voice low and rough. His hand slid possessively down my back, as if he could shield me from what was coming. “Stay close to me, baby. No matter what she says.”The front door creaked open. Footsteps — heavy, deliberate — echoed in the hallway. Amina appeared in the living room doorway, soaked from the rain, her dark hair plastered to her face. Her eyes, red-rimmed and furious, landed first on me, then on her father’s arm still wrapped tightly around my waist.The silence stretched, sharp enough to bleed.“You’re both still here,” she said flatly. Her voice cracked on the last word. “Fucking each other on my couch while I’ve been driving around trying to figure o