Best Friend’s Father Craves Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 38

~~ TIANNA ~~ I flipped back to my original position, tugging my dress down to cover my thighs, but Derek’s hand was still there. My eyes grew wide at his position. “Your wife. She’s coming.” I whisper-yelled like he didn’t know that already. At least he had some decency to withdraw his hand from my thighs and drag the sheet over me. Thank goodness he wasn’t acting crazy today. Both he and Hud were already too much for me. Bria, on top of that, would kill me. “Here you are. What the hell happened outside?” Bria appeared in the room, her eyes straying from me to Derek as I lay still on the bed. Derek stood over me, one hand buried in his pocket while he held the wet towel in the other. His eyes were focused on me, and he barely noticed Bria’s presence. While I found that hot as hell, his wife was standing right there so he could at least pretend to see her. “Derek.” She called, her lips partly opened in disbelief. He paused, turning to her like he just noticed

~~ DEREK ~~ "What...what...what are you talking about?” Hudson stammered, looking from me to Bria, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Mom? What is he talking about?” Bria’s face looked ashen with fear, but she masked it up with a small smile. “Can you give me and your dad a minute, honey? Wait outside.” Hudson shook his head, determined to get answers. I released her chin, stepping away from her with anger still searing inside of me. "No, ma. What does he mean by that? I’m not his son? How’s that even possible?” I turned away from them, pouring myself more whiskey. I didn’t have time for this drama. I didn’t want to leave Tianna all alone. She still needed care. She needed me. “Derek, please explain to your son that you’re just mad at me. There’s no truth in what you just said.” My lips lingered around the glass, savoring the aftermath of the liquor burn in my throat before I took another sip. My private investigator, Marvin. He was fast. In just a year of h

~~ TIANNA ~~ “Mom?” I heard her sniffle like she’d been crying, and I dug my nails into the sheets. My grip over the phone tightened. “Mom, are…are you crying?” “What does it matter? Our family is ruined. Your dad’s in between life and death. My only daughter is sleeping around. And it’s with a man that’s been there for our family.” She sobbed. Her words knifed through my chest. “Mom. Please listen.” "What's there to listen to? You hurt Mrs. Monroe badly. I’d never seen her break down like that. I never thought my daughter would be the one to make her like that. Not in a thousand years. She was so good to us. To you.” A lump rose in my throat at that admission. I knew it. Why didn’t I think of this before? Of course Bria called my mom. That’d be the first thing anyone would do. And the woman was predictable. To be honest with myself. No matter how Derek tried to paint Bria black. That she deserved this and all. I knew what my mom just said was true.

Taking it out, I gestured for her to hold on.“We'll get back to it when I'm back.”She pouted, clearly disappointed before turning on her side.My eyes still lingered on her lying form as I glanced at the caller ID.It was Zoey.For some reason I knew Bria had a hand in it.I picked up.“Hey, honey. Remembered your old man today?”“Dad.” She sounded down, her voice low.I arched my brow.“What is it, princess? Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything.”She sniffed.“Is it Martins? Is he being a jerk? I swear I'll break his jaw—"“No, Dad. It's not him. It's me."I lowered my voice, speaking more softly into the phone.“Come on, princess. Spit it out. I'm all ears.”“I'm getting cold feet. I don't think I want to have this baby. I'm not so sure.”“Why?”She went quiet.“Did your mom say anything?”“Not much. Bu