Semua Bab My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Emily's POVI moved my Queen to a free box to checkmate Nate's King.He nodded, laughed to himself, and with a Pawn, knocked my piece off the board. “That's not fair,” I protested, livid that I didn't see it.“That's your problem, Emily. You only see what you want to see,” he said, reaching for a glass of apple juice that sat beside him. “You obsessed so much about that checkmate that you've gone and lost your Queen recklessly.”“I'll beat you anyway,” I said, though I knew how hopeless that was. Nate was far better than anyone I could think of at playing chess.“You'll have to learn to make the right moves first,” he said, moving another piece that checked my King. “Okay this is getting ridiculous,” I snapped.“I'm not even doing anything to you. I told you,” he laughed. “You only see what you want to see, and you do it with literally everything.”“What else?”“Like how you can't see that Adrian is pretty much like a fortune cookie. You think he's so good to the point of stupidity,

Sarah's POVI could not figure out for the life of me what drew me to Maxwell in the first place.Maybe it was how I stood from afar and admired how he seemed to adore Rosalie—he never missed out on bringing her flowers when he visited our room. Or how considerate he was to get me something too whenever he came, which he would pass to me in the most formal and civil of manners.Maybe it was how his cologne filled the room whenever he visited, or his handsome face, or the ease with which he laughed, or the easy grace with which he moved when he walked, like one who had everything figured out. But I soon started wishing I had someone like him.Then I wished I had him.Still, I kept away and tried hard to mind my business, only accepting the gifts he gave me and wishing them the best. Many times, though, I would sit and listen to Rosalie complain about him, about things she wished he could do and things she hated the fact that he did, and I would wonder why.She seemed happy in her rela

Sarah's POV.I liked fucking Max.Our first four rounds were all new to me. I could have sworn that thinking of new ways to have sex was something he did in his spare time, and when I joked about it while we texted he told me it was in the Kama Sutra.A Google search made me realise what that was, and understand why.There was also the sneakiness of fucking him and the thrill of the secrecy involved. I watched Rosalie with a smile for days after Max and I first had sex, and was amused that she didn't know. I wanted to blurt it out a number of times and tell her that her boyfriend was so damn good at sex.Why didn't she talk about that part?It was easier to schedule a second meeting after the first, and this time at his place. When I told him I couldn't wait, I told no lies. I truly couldn't wait for him to come.“You don't keep a copy of that Kama Sutra of yours, or do you?” I asked him once, and only because waiting for him to tell me when I could come was taking far longer than I

Sarah's POV Her ‘no’ was the harshest I ever heard. “I can't,” she said, shaking her head slowly. “I worked hard for those grades. The award is my reward. I'm not going to reject it when I deserve it.”“I deserve it too,” I said, not knowing when I started to plead. “You know me. You know I study. I need this more than you do. It's yours all the time.”“Sarah… no.”“I had to fuck professors for it. You know Professor. Tim? There's no hair on his head. His dick is as lifeless as he looks and I had to fuck him. All you have to do is reject it. Everyone knows you were going to receive it. You reject it and they know it was yours but you just didn't want to win it so much and you felt it was prudent to let someone else have it and—”“No. No. No,” Rosalie says three times, covering her ears so she won't hear me. “I can't, Sarah. I'm sorry but what you're saying is unthinkable.”“Rosalie—”“You can't make me do it, Sarah. I'm sorry.”“Is that what you want?” I yelled, losing it. “You're s

Maxwell's POVI did all I could to scare Sarah and make her run before my wound healed.I crashed to the floor and she ran into the bathroom and locked herself in, and when I was sure she had shut herself in well enough for me to hear her unlock the door again, I pulled the knife out to allow for the wound to close. There was blood on the floor, and the knife was stained with it, but I was healing nicely, so I lay down to rest myself and let my heart pump some more blood around my body as the wound closed shut.The damned bitch. If I was human she would have killed me.I could hear the water running in the bathroom—she must have been washing something, and I heaved a sigh as I rose from where I lay and then tried to clean as much blood off me with my towel as I could. Then I put my clothes back on quietly and flung the towel down on the floor, not wanting her to hear me and figure out that a knife could do nothing to me, that I was still alive and unaffected and planning to leave, a