All Chapters of Fallen for Daddy's Friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Julian sinks into the bathtub, pulling my body to his. The sensation of the warm water immediately relaxes my muscles while he wraps my body in his embrace, making me sit between his legs. His solid chest against my back is oddly cozy… Somehow, even though we're naked and so close… my body doesn't burn in the same lustful way, even though there's a warmth in my chest.“Where did he touch you, huh?” He asks me hoarsely, tossing my brown waves past my shoulders, wetting my hair that sticks to his skin.“I lied,” I whisper, feeling Julian's fingers run slowly up my arm. “He didn't touch me anywhere.”“Not even in your arms?” He whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, “Or your hair?”“No, he didn't.” I close my eyes when I feel his lips against my shoulder, placing a light kiss there.“What about your back?”I sigh thoughtfully… “Maybe he touch

Back in the bedroom, away from the smell of pleasure, the steamy that was making my mind foggy, I take a deep breath, inflating my lungs to the max, only to let it out harshly… And I look at my bed, painfully aware that I really want to fall asleep in Julian's arms, especially when looking at him would be the first thing in the morning.But that's just a silly dream that I don't get much attached to. I just open the bedroom door fearfully, with my heart beating fast and anxiously. The lights in the house are on, but there's such a deep silence that I can hear everything around me — the creak of the door, my heart beating in my ear, and my feet that make a thin noise whenever the sole hit the porcelain tiles."Dad?" I call out loudly, walking down the corridor slowly… It's a long corridor and, although it's not as big as the villa Dad used to live in, this apartment has many rooms. Fortunately, Dad's is one of the first, which means it's considerably far

The photo this time isn’t really compromising, but just as Tyler predicted, they used the angle to create the perfect narrative. Even though a kiss doesn’t seem like something relevant — and something that only concerns my private life — the stalker attached an interesting detail when publishing it,[Angelee making out with her best friend’s now ex-boyfriend].These simple words are enough for people to start making absurd assumptions. Some replies related it to Laura’s pregnancy, and others accused me of being the reason she’s a single mother now, assuming that Tyler is the child’s father.And from the satisfied smile on her face, she seems to be happy with the theories.By now, it’s clear who’s responsible for these photos, but... I need proof. So I don’t even sit down to start work; I just walk quickly to the I.T. technician’s floor. And when the elevator doors open there, I start getting

Julian’s words don’t hit me like a punch, but they steal my breath and wet my eyes. It takes me a few moments to understand what he’s saying… that he’s telling me to belong to him.He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t move, or even blink… He just looks me in the eye, waiting for the answer that has disappeared from the tip of my tongue.I take a deep breath, looking at our intertwined fingers, the way my hand seems to fit perfectly in his, even though it’s so small and delicate. I return my gaze to him, to his intense green eyes that shine with something that takes me apart.Noticing that my silence lasts longer than expected, Julian stands up without releasing our hands. He moves closer, decreasing our distance until our bodies are only a few inches apart.I lift my face to keep looking at him, almost hypnotized by the way I reflect in his eyes.Julian brings his other hand to my face, fitting my cheek in his p

“A plan?” Julian’s eyes shine in an understanding that makes me regret playing with his expectations, and then he adds to me, “I see… when you said you had a plan, that’s what you were talking about.”“Before I explain everything, how about ordering something? I don’t want to disturb your lunch.”Julian clenches his teeth, probably swallowing petty words. It’s funny how he’s always composed but seems on edge now. I never imagined he was the jealous type; it’s like he has so many facets yet to be uncovered. But, well, it doesn’t matter… I feel like I could love them all.“Just a double American,” Julian says plainly, without looking at the menu, and I order the fastest choice — a Club Sandwich.Tyler moves away to prepare the orders, and Julian brings his face close to mine to whisper, “What are you up to behind my back, little girl?”“I told you the photo wasn’t what you thought it was,” I mumble, shifting restlessly in my chair, feeling his cologne intoxicating me. “We had a theory a