All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Rosalie's POVI had just gotten back home to prepare for another day of work when Caleb called, and put a smile on his face.“Missing me already?” I asked when I answered.“I'm more interested in checking if you're safe. I don't trust him.”“I am. I just got back after seeing him. It turns out he had nothing to say and was only seeking some attention.”“He said nothing? He's weird.”I thought about it—something as nonsensical as Mr. Kingston being a werewolf—and decided that I would take all the fun out of it if I said it over the phone. I would reserve it for a joke until we were both lying in bed, something that we laughed over before his lips kissed mine.“Forget about him. I'll be in soon.”“I'll be expecting you, Miss Smith. There's a lot to be done.”***It turned out that a lot of work actually had to be done at Kingston Holdings, and nothing about it was a figure of speech.I had a number of reports to submit, including a few in Mr. Kingston's office, though he did not seem to

Rosalie's POV I knew I just could not go and leave Caleb like that.I was far too conscious of everything that could happen if he died of a heart attack in this house and with only me as witness—the truth about our secret affair would be found out and brought out in the most disastrous of manners, and it would all blow up in my face.To think of how Emily would feel once she found out.I also simply did not want him to die. Life was colourful and smelt of beauty with him around. I could not bear to think of him dead.So when he asked me to run, it made absolutely no sense to me.I wanted to help him, to save his life because he was dying, and all he was asking me to do was to run and then go and find someone. Run to who and to where to do what?“RUN!” he barked, his voice loud and his irises flashing with a colour that was unmistakably golden, that I had seen him show once before in a flash so quick that I thought my mind had been playing tricks on me. It made me fall backwards, my

Caleb's POV Rosa handled my changing right in her eyes far better, at first.With my wolf in control, there was only wolf instinct leading, with me barely aware of all that was happening. It was why the last thing I wanted was for her to run, else my wolf would consider her prey.Her composure and touching the wolf on the muzzle made it consider her a friend, and so long as she remained where she was, it left her alone.What ruined things was her calling my name.It was not me in control, and I wished very much for her to take the wolf's warning that the noise she was making was translated as threatening, and though my wolf had been patient enough to give her a warning first, she persisted and would have been brutally attacked.I forced control and took it back just in time.She had been herself until the attack, and after it she was clearly shaken. A draught of wine helped, but she was already hurt.Even now, I followed the trail of blood that she left as she disappeared.It was a c

Rosalie's POV I got in the car Caleb had given me that morning and then turned the key in the engine and pressed my foot hard on the accelerator and sped out in the vehicle before turning down the road I had been walking on when he found me last night. I pulled the car to a sudden stop when I had gone far enough and rested my head on the steering wheel.Then I let my tears fall while shaking my head.It was all too much for me to grasp and understand.At least, he had made it clear that he didn't plan to kill me, and now I understood that part, because I sat in the room with the wolf for long enough and it did not even look at me while it marched about.It did not even care for me until I called it.Okay... Maybe I had been the one reaching with that part. I hid in some closet to protect myself all night after I had no choice but to return with him, because I knew I could not bear to see that wolf one more time. My arm burned and swelled from the injury, and I was far too scared to

Rosalie's POV.The month that elapsed was probably the longest I ever lived through.It made me aware of how it was when someone who had eased their way into your life was suddenly snapped up and gone, and all that there was in their absence was a big gaping hole that was hard to fill.Even so, I kept my distance from him.My only attempts at communicating with him were a text I asked him not to reply three days after our last meeting, and an official email sent later on that same day. In the first, I detailed my difficulty in finding a new place to live—which was wholly true, while requesting that he give me some more time to stay in his vacation house. The email was a request for a sick leave, to attend to injuries I had sustained at home.Both were never replied, to my disappointment.In all honesty I hoped he would say something to me to bridge our gap. Anything at all to show that he still cared so we would begin talking again and our secret affairs would resume. He just never di