All Chapters of My Forbidden Obsession with My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

JAXI’ve always hated cops. They are weak, stupid, and easily bribed. Just flash a bunch of cash in their faces and they’ll let any crime go.Even murder.Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not a murderer... yet.I'm only here to explain my thoughts about cops."Why don't you ask Jaxon? He should know about him..."I snapped out of my thoughts, taking a long drag from the half-burnt cigarette between my fingers. I dropped my gaze to the guy curled up beneath my boot, his back pressed against the dirty brick wall.We were hidden in a dark alley where I had dragged a dumb guy to teach them a little lesson.No, no. It's not called bullying. It's called discipline.He was actually the bully. He dared to touch a single strand of hair on my dear Eugene's head, so it was my job to break him a little.The dog kept squirming under my shoe. Blood dripped from his split lip onto his shirt, and his whole body was shaking like a leaf."I'm sorry, Jax. I... I won't do it again," the guy sobbed, barely abl

JAX"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," Jeremy said, bumping into my shoulder as he stepped out the back exit, wiping drool off his chin. "Where did you go?""Just checking on something," I muttered, glancing back at the empty corner where the weak glasses boy had disappeared. I quickly turned back to Jeremy. "Why were you looking for me anyway?"Jeremy licked his lower lip and rubbed his palms together, a sneaky grin forming on his face."You see..." He leaned in close, dropping his voice to a whisper. "I planned a welcome-back party at the sports ground tonight. I need you to come.""Jeremy, I hate parties," I sighed, pulling back.He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "I know, dude. I just need you to show your face so more girls show up." He glanced around the hall to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in again with a wink. "Some of the guys are even bringing... you know."He was talking about drugs. Definitely drugs. A frustrated groan left my throat as I

JAXMy butler never failed.I sat on the edge of my massive bed, sipping steaming black coffee as my thumb swiped across the tablet screen. The old man had gathered everything on Deputy Chief Marcus Grant and his son, Eugene.Eugene. Such a perfect, tragic name for a nerd.According to the file, his parents divorced when he was ten. He stayed with his mother until she remarried and popped out a whole new set of kids for her new husband. Feeling replaced, Eugene packed his bags after high school and moved in with his dad. Which meant the golden-haired boy and the stern officer barely knew each other. They were practically strangers living under the same roof.I swiped past Eugene's boring school records and got to the good part. My dear Marcus Grant.He was forty-two. Just twenty years older than me? A hot thrill shot straight down my spine. He didn't look a day over thirty-five.He used to be the Sheriff in his old city, but after a recent transfer, he was downgraded to Deputy. A mass

JAXYou must be wondering... Who the fuck is Millicent Grant?I met her when I was six, and even at that age, I hated her guts. She is my aunt—my father's spoiled youngest sister. When I was six, she was twelve, and a living nightmare.Back then, my father raised her like his own daughter. And how did that bitch return the favor? By making my life an absolute hell.She destroyed my school projects. She threw away my lunch. But the worst was when she brought her friends home, backed me into a corner, and forced me to strip down to my underwear just so they could all point and laugh at me.Thankfully, the old butler saw it. He told my father, and my father didn't hesitate. He packed her bags and shipped her off to my older aunt’s house. She did all of that just to prove my father loved her more, but she was dead wrong.And now, years later, she was coming back."You handle the welcoming," I growled, storming past the butler in the hallway. "I want no part of it."I walked into my bedroo

MARCUSWhen did I first meet this kid? Yesterday? Two days ago, when he tried to throw his money in my face?I knew from minute one he was poison. A bad influence on my son. A walking threat to my career. And the way he looked at me... like he was starving and I was the meal.I needed to get Eugene away from him. I needed to keep 'myself' away from him. The last time I tangled with a wealthy family, it cost me my rank and got me exiled to this city.Yet here I was. Foolishly locked in his trap.What the hell did he mean by do 'what I've been wanting to do'? The only thing I wanted to do was throw him in a holding cell and teach him a damn lesson. But his eyes were glued to my mouth."Jaxon Whitfield, open that door immediately," I ordered.He ignored me. He took a slow step closer.His expensive cologne filled my lungs. The heat radiating off his body was suffocating. My hands curled into tight fists. It took everything in my power not to shove him violently out of my space.I don't l