All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

Flora's POV My legs were shaking so violently I wasn't entirely sure they would support my weight. Beneath the table, my thighs were still tingling, the phantom sensation of Eugene’s heavy, calloused hand still burning into my skin. Across from me, Sophia was happily launching into a detailed breakdown of her corporate thesis, her eyes bright and completely oblivious. Next to her, Marcus was nodding along, and across the table, Emily was leaning into Josh’s side, smiling softly. They were all perfectly normal. And I was sitting here, drowning in my own heat, completely wrecked by the man sitting less than a foot away from me. I kept my hands locked around my glass of lemonade, my knuckles practically white. I didn't dare look to my left. I could feel the absolute gravity of Eugene's presence, the quiet, arrogant satisfaction radiating off him as he casually sipped his wine and listened to Sophia. He was a monster. A beautiful, wicked monster who had just thoroughly compromised me

Flora's POV The rest of the night was an absolute blur of laughter, shouting over board game rules, and empty snack bowls. It was a massive success. For a few beautiful hours, the heavy dark cloud over the house completely vanished. I sat on the carpet, entirely squeezed between Emily and Sophia, feeling a sense of warmth I hadn't felt in a very long time. "I am telling you, Marcus cheated!" Sophia laughed loudly, throwing a decorative pillow across the lounge at her boyfriend. "There is no way you had that many property cards hidden under your coaster." "Hey, it's called strategy, babe," Marcus grinned, ducking as the pillow bounced off his shoulder. "Vance Financial material right here, Mr. Vance." Eugene was sitting in the single armchair near the corner, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He wasn't playing, but he was watching us, his lips tucked into a rare, subtle smile. Every time my eyes drifted to him, my stomach did a little flip. *I love him.* The realization was still hu

Flora's POV The bright morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, reflecting off the stainless-steel countertops and casting a warm, golden glow over the entire room. The rich, comforting scent of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air. "Flora, hand me that spatula, please," Emily said, her hair pulled back into a messy bun as she stood over the stove, carefully flipping pancakes. "Here you go," I smiled, sliding the plastic spatula into her hand. Breakfast was a loud, chaotic, and entirely happy affair. Marcus and Josh were already sitting at the long kitchen island, deeply engrossed in a debate about sports statistics, while Sophia sat next to them, casually scrolling through her phone and typing out her resume to send to Eugene. "Good morning," Eugene’s deep, commanding voice rumbled from the doorway. The entire kitchen went quiet for a split second as he walked in. Even in a simple navy polo shirt and dark trousers, he carried an undeniable authority t