Todos los capítulos de My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Max's POVRosalie never forgave me for cheating. It made me mad. It broke me. It made me desperate to fix something I could feel was dying. It pushed me to do things I didn't think I could do.It made me hate Caleb Kingston.The man was no stranger to me. He and my father had already become business rivals after my father won a contract they had both been vying for, and not a moment had passed in all the time I had known him or seen him in Pack meetings without a characteristic feeling of coldness between them.It was why I was mad when I saw him and Rosalie getting close.I'm not delusional. I've been close enough to enough women to know that very often, even the most seemingly innocent of relationships between a man and a woman was not going to pass without the both having sex.And I didn't know what Rosalie was thinking, or why she was so drawn to him, but I wanted to act quick and separate her from him. So I told her he was a werewolf.We had now been separated for about a month

Sarah's POV A few weeks later, I found out that Rosalie was not as gone as I liked. The only difference was that where I could then see her was with her in a vulnerable position, and like the hunted animal that sees the hunter fall and then turns the table to its advantage, I took my chance with both hands.My first hint came with hearing a call Max was making, just as I was lying in bed half-asleep after we had spent the night together. It was early morning, and I guessed the sun was just about to rise as it was still dark outside.He hurried out of bed with rushed movements, which was what woke me, and I heard his conversation as he made the call in the bathroom.“Rosalie's become reckless while moving around with that damned Caleb Kingston, and I'm certain of it,” he growled in a low voice over the phone one weekend that we were spending together. “She got the apartment where I was stalking her and he began watching me after moving her out of there.”He paused and listened to the

Emily's POV.I did not know when I began to accept Rosalie's departure from me. It only dawned on me once when I was sitting with Nate and Adrian, laughing at something the former was acting out with a very serious expression. Then I looked at both their faces and felt her absence.I did not know why we were growing apart. We had been almost inseparable friends before now, until she took the internship. I liked to believe that it was because she was so caught up with having to do so much while working with Dad, and sometimes I envied her closeness with him at times.Well… these were my friends now.It was almost amusing when I would think about it. We all had our separate schedules but we met every evening for at least an hour and then spent the whole day together on weekends. Nate had once remarked that he found an actual bond of bromance with Adrian, and I came into the picture because they both loved me. A proper triangle, he said.It was hard to disagree with Nathan. He had a ta

Emily's POV Adrian stopped and I saw my Dad’s car parked in front of the vacation house.In fact, there were two of his cars there at the moment—the other obscured from my immediate view, but when I looked even closer, I could remember Rosalie moving to stay here because Max was stalking the apartment she had rented. At least, that was what I was told was happening, and I accepted.Even Adrian seemed to understand the gravity of the situation the way I had been blind about it the whole time. It clicked for him at once, unlike me. I heard him mutter “Oh shit,” under his breath. I sat still and took my time to steady myself, to accept it was happening, and my mind had, to my surprise, begun to accept it so well that it just hurt less.I even felt that I could see him balls deep in her and it would mean nothing.For my own sake, I hoped that I would not. “You’ll stay here, won’t you?” I asked Adrian.“Sure. I don’t plan to get involved.”I smiled at him and received his own smile in

Rosalie’s POVThe door slammed as Emily stepped outside of it. The sound seemed to travel through the entire house and shake everything inside of it except me, who remained exactly where I had fallen for seconds, with my hand pressed against my cheek where Emily had struck me.I could still feel the pain, even though it was not a hard slap. And that pain was nothing compared to the pain erupting inside my chest.I felt ashamed and embarrassed and hurt and broken and lost. Then I raised my head and stared at the closed door as though I could somehow see through it, while wishing that she would suddenly return, open it again, and tell me that she had not meant anything she had said.When moments passed and she did not, I realized she was gone and she had walked past that door hating me. The thought hit me so hard that I stopped pretending I could hold myself together, and more sobs tore out of me.I covered my mouth with both hands, but it did nothing to stop the tears that spilled. T