All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Flora's POV My legs were shaking so hard I had to lean against the wall of the toilet stall. If I didn't, I would have collapsed right onto the floor.The small room still smelled like Eugene’s expensive cologne and the heavy heat of what we had just done against the marble counter. My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. My mind was racing so fast that my vision felt a little blurry.Slowly, with hands that wouldn't stop trembling, I reached down and picked up the ruined pieces of my black underwear. The delicate lace was completely ripped down the middle. He had destroyed it because he was so jealous. I squeezed the torn fabric into a tight ball, wrapped it heavily in toilet paper, and hid it deep down in the trash bin.I wasn't wearing any underwear now. As I stepped out of the stall, the bare skin of my thighs rubbed together. It was a constant, burning reminder of how he had just claimed me.I walked over to the large mirror and gripped the edge of the marble

Flora's POV I sat on the edge of my twin bed in the dark dorm room, listening to the steady, quiet sound of Emily’s breathing across the room. She was completely fast asleep.My body still felt heavy and warm from the back of the SUV. The bare skin of my thighs still carried the sticky, wet trace of Eugene’s heat. I hadn't gone to the shower yet. I didn't want to wash him off just yet. I wanted to sit in the dark and feel the deep, pulsing ache he had left inside me.My mind kept looping back to that intense moment in the woods when he lifted my chin. I could still hear his rough, panicked voice: *“We didn't use a condom.”*When he said those words, a sudden, wild thought had flashed through my mind. It was a crazy, dangerous urge. For one split second, I didn't want to tell him I was on the pill. A deep part of me wanted to keep his seed inside me. I wanted to carry a part of him, to grow his child inside my body. It felt like the ultimate proof. A permanent prize to show that what

Flora's POV The stadium was packed, a huge, shifting sea of black gowns and bright silk sashes.The morning sun beat down hard on the open field. The heavy fabric of my graduation robe stuck to my back. All around me, hundreds of students were laughing, snapping photos, and shouting over the noise. It was the day we had spent four long years working for.But as the ceremony ended and the stadium went wild with thousands of caps flying into the sky, I wasn't looking at the crowd. My eyes were fixed on the family section, searching for one specific person."Come on, let's go find them!" Emily laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the thick crowd of families until we reached the grass field.My heart did a violent, nervous flip when I saw who was waiting for us. Standing right next to Eugene were two incredibly familiar faces."Mom! David!" I gasped, my voice breaking."Flora! Baby!" My mother rushed forward and wrapped me in a tight, perfume-scented hug. Right behind her was

Eugene's POV I sat at the massive kitchen island, my laptop open in front of me, pretending to look over a corporate acquisition report. In reality, the lines of text blurred together. My mind was completely fixed on the quiet hallway upstairs.Emily was sitting a few stools down from me, her face completely illuminated by the bright screen of her phone. Her fingers flew across the glass as she giggled, completely locked into a text conversation with Josh."Dad, what are we ordering?" Emily asked without looking up, her thumbs still moving rapidly. "The Chinese place down the road or the Italian spot?""Whatever you want, princess," I rumbled, my voice gravelly and thick. "Decide with Flora when she comes down."Just then, the soft sound of bare feet hitting the hardwood floor echoed from the stairs. I looked up.Flora walked into the kitchen. She had changed out of her graduation clothes into a simple, loose silk sundress that stopped just above her knees. Her hair was down, falling

Eugene's POV A week had passed since Flora started at the firm, and she was already turning heads in the department.I sat at my desk, looking over the daily revenue reports, but my eyes kept drifting to the glass wall of my office. From here, I could see down the hallway toward the research pool. Flora was sitting at a desk, her head tilted as she listened to one of the senior analysts explain a market model. She asked three quick questions, her face bright with genuine curiosity, and the analyst looked completely taken aback by how fast she picked it up.She was brilliant. It wasn't just young enthusiasm; she had a sharp, logical mind that cut straight through complex data. Watching her work, seeing how intelligent she was, only made the fire in my chest burn hotter.The best parts of my day were the mornings and the evenings. We drove to work together and came back together, leaving Emily asleep at the house. In the quiet cabin of the SUV, the heavy corporate mask could slide off