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Chapter 61: Infectious joy
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I returned to the kitchen, my finger still throbbing slightly, but my mood remained buoyant. A small cut couldn't ruin my blissful morning, especially when things had fallen into place for me. Mr. Clinton's subtle acceptance of our relationship and teasing remarks had really lightened my day, and also Erin's disappearance felt as if the heavens were on my side today. I felt truly grateful for this peaceful morning, free from the tension and drama that had once plagued me. As I continued cooking, my eyes strayed to the peanut jar, now sitting at the far edge of the counter. I halted, my forehead creasing in thought. Wasn't that jar an arm's length away earlier? Or did I shift it over there a while ago? No, I was sure I didn't. I pursed my lips, staring at the peanut jar, trying to remember, but I had no memory of taking it to that position. "Whatever," I mumbled, averting my eyes and returning my gaze back to the almost ready meal before me. The sizzling vegetables and simme
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ERIN'S POV FLASHBACK As I strode out of the living room, I gazed at the bunch of keys in my hand, a symbol of Mr. Clinton's kindness in offering me a place to stay. Yet, despite his generosity, I couldn't shake off the suffocating feeling of defeat. It was an all-too-familiar sensation, one that had haunted me since childhood. Defeat was annoying, painful, and heart-wrenching, tearing apart every shred of hope and shattering the fragile happiness my mother had worked tirelessly to provide. My mother was my everything, the reason I toiled day and night, juggling multiple jobs to support our struggling household. It all began when I was thirteen, naive and innocent, believing my parents' marriage was built on love. But that illusion was shattered when my father abandoned us for a woman half his age. He brought the bitch into our household, treating her like some goddess while turning my mother and me into punching bags. Not a day passed when he wouldn't leave an imprint on our fa
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After hours of questioning, the police finally left, leaving me drowning in the silence of the duplex. The place felt empty, cold, and devoid of any liveliness that had once ensued during dusk; the time when we gathered around the dining room for dinner. Our interactions were warm and rich in conversation, a stark contrast to the silence that now dominated the whole place.I sauntered past the dining room; the emptiness seemed to expand, swallowing me whole. I wandered around the living room, tracing the outline of the vacant couch.I sighed, clutching my phone in my hand. I would often glance at the time and watch how the hours ticked by with no sign of Mr. Clinton."After telling him to come back early, yet he's still out there..." I mumbled, averting my eyes from the screen. I let out a sigh in frustration and made my way to the veranda, a cool, serene place for relaxation—Mr. Clinton's second favorite spot, and it was soon turning into mine as well.Looking at the glamorous view o
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He attempted to walk away, but I held his arm, blocking his path. "We can't leave this conversation unfinished," I said, my tone serious and filled with curiosity. "Is there something I don't know?"Gently, he dislodged himself from my grip; his eyes had lost their sparkle, dulling to a serious gaze. "Sarah, there are things that are too painful to talk about..." he finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper.I felt a pang in my chest, sensing the depth of his emotional turmoil. His words hung in the air like a challenge, beckoning me to probe further."What happened?" I asked, my voice softer.He hesitated, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as if searching for an escape route. "Some wounds never heal," he whispered, his gaze drifting back to mine.I held his gaze, determined to uncover the truth. "Share it with me," I urged, my tone gentle yet persistent.He sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his words. "I can't right now, or do you want to see the dejected
Seducing My Father's Best Friend Chapter 68: The duo
Not wanting to push the issue further, I decided to drop the subject and respect his boundaries."Tell me whatever terrible thing you did when you're ready." I flashed him a brief reassuring smile and then returned to my task.Just then, a loud coarse voice echoed from the living room, snapping both our focus to the doorway."XAVIER! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!"Mr. Clinton let out a sigh as he hastened towards the doorway.Curiosity etched on my face as I trailed behind Mr. Clinton into the living room."Who's that?" I whispered, tugging on his sleeve.Mr. Clinton's expression was a mix of frustration and wariness. "My troublesome sister," he murmured, picking up the pace."Sister? Mr. Clinton, you have a sister?" I asked, my brow furrowing in surprise. "You never told me."He didn't respond, his face stern and serious as if he was ready for an intense battle. And it made me wonder why his sister's presence seemed to stir up his frustration.As we entered the living room, a woman with wi
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SARAH'S POV I adore his eyes, his charm, and those captivating lips. I long to feel his touch. He approaches me, and I grow impatient. 'Come closer,' I whisper. His body presses against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, and I feel my heart racing. I deepen the kiss, and he responds with equal fervor. His hands caress my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I feel his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet nothings, and I melt into his embrace. Our bodies entwined, I feel a connection like no other. In this moment, time stands still. All that matters is the love we share. He whispers, 'I love you, Sarah,' and my heart skips a beat. I wish. I wish he could even spare me a glance or look at me with desire burning in his gaze. I rubbed my eyes as I sat on my bed with a smile on my face. It was the same dream I've been having ever since I was a teenager. Making love with the man of my dreams, I never get tired o
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