All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rosalie’s POVI might have gone insane through my forced isolation and growing paranoia if Emily did not drop by.She knocked on the door one dull afternoon, while my ears went alert and my mind panicked at the possibility of who was standing at the other side of the door. I picked up a fruit knife, held it in my hand poised and ready to attack, and opened the door a wink to peek and see who my visitor was.“Rosalie?” she called out, unsuspecting.I threw the knife in a corner with a quick toss and opened my arms to embrace her, the view of her vibrant smile temporarily making me forget all the thoughts that had assailed me over the past few days. It was as though everything I had lived in mortal fear of had never happened, and there was only our friendship again.“What’s wrong, Rosalie?”“What?” I asked, scratching a sudden itch on the back of my head.“You don’t look well—Oh my God—”“What?” I asked again, listless.“What happened to you to give you such a nasty wound?”I suddenly r

Caleb’s POVThey say a fool at forty is a fool forever.It was what I tried to tell myself as I grappled daily with the fact that Rosalie Smith was gone from my life.I did not want to be a fool pining over a girl young enough to be my daughter---a girl that was my daughter’s friend if I was being honest with myself. What had I been thinking when I let myself fall for her?I was not even supposed to be thinking about her.She was at an age where yoking her to myself should be wickedness on my part.She would certainly not be looking to get married or become the stepmother of her best friend. Perhaps a little more flexing of her feminine youth and the power it held over men would be more like it for her. She would want to play games and get drunk and get fucked and wring the blood out of one or two bleeding hearts that desired to make her their point of love and affection when she did not feel the same.Marriage, a family, and children would only become more prominent when she felt her

Rosalie’s POVHe stretched me beyond my sexual boundaries that night.I woke up and lost count of how many times it happened between us—how many times our bodies collapsed against the other in waves of mind-altering climaxes, or how many times I experienced orgasms until they were a sweet, pleasurable torment that I somehow could not seem to be getting enough of. My pussy throbbed with a gentle, teasing pain when I woke up the next morning, all alone in bed.The part of the bed he lay in was so neatly made up that I found myself trying to recall if it had all been a dream, and when I was certain that it was not, I went to the window for a look outside.All I was clad in was a pair of panties and the day was bright and the sun sent such a magnificent shed of bright waves down upon the pretty green lawn that it instantly put me in a better frame of mind. The feeling was even further intensified by the sight of his car parked next to the one he had given me as a parting gift in the lawn

Rosalie’s POVIf I thought at any point that mine and Caleb Kingston’s secret affair was intense, then the days that followed were something that brought a new definition to what my idea of intensity felt like.We were practically living with each other, only having to switch between his apartments, depending on where a careful call to Emily to find out her plans that would be made by either of us would dictate. I was even past caring about anyone else now, and whatever guilt I felt about my lies to Emily slowly evaporated.It was a whirlwind romance, where we would both wake up in each other’s arms as early as possible, and then lie there until it was time to work at Kingston’s Holdings. We would leave our sleeping place separately, just in case anybody was watching, and then meet again at work, where he was the boss and I was only an intern.We had originally agreed that our lines would never cross at work, that we would be professional and keep up our act there, and we did just tha

Rosalie’s POVThat was how our working days used to pass—with the high probability of some steamy hot office sex.After working hours, the gravy was totally different. He always seemed to be planning a date of some sorts, or something that we would do together in quiet places he was sure we could be without being seen by anyone he knew—he would even go as far as having to pay to have everyone refused so that there would be just two of us at a table and no one else to be let in.The first signal of a date would be a new dress waiting wherever we were going to sleep for the night, and a letter on it. The one that I thought was most beautiful said:‘Darling Rosalie,You are the colour in my life and the air I breathe. I never thought I would have something to make me feel blessed after Emily, but you have come and swept me off my feet so thoroughly that I can do nothing but love you, and love you I do, more than you can think of.’He was not home, so I blew him a kiss and hoped he would