All Chapters of Seducing My Father's Best Friend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

His voice was both teasing and serious. My face burned with embarrassment, all my private thoughts and feelings, secrets... exposed. How could he? He wasn't supposed to know of my feelings in this way. Worst of it all, he seemed displeased. This early discovery ruined my plans. Our relationship was supposed to be slow and gradual until he feels something for me but now... Oh, this is awkward. I lifted my face to look at him, my mind racing with different excuses to calm the heightened tension. "Mr. Clinton... I can explain..." I stuttered, but he raised his hand to silence me. "No, you don't have to. Your diary explained it all." I didn't know how to respond. Should I just use this opportunity to explain my feelings for him personally, telling him how much I love him despite our age difference? "Mr. Clinton..." He silenced me again, his gaze never faltering from me. "Now that I know about your feelings, it's only fair you know about mine." Nervousness bubbled inside me, a

I hollered at the bartender for another round of cocktails, piercing music playing in the background grated on my nerves. I slumped one hand down on the counter, the other hand stroking my ears. "Here." The bartender poured me a drink as I was about to gulp it down, Lucy held my hand to stop me. "Sarah, that's enough, you'll get drunk," Lucy reprimanded, a frown etched on her face. I frowned as my gaze shifted to her. "If you feel embarrassed to watch me drink, just go away," I spat, a hiccup tearing through the pit of my diaphragm. Her expression turned sour, her eyes piercing with a glare. "I was only concerned. Anyways, you're pathetic," she huffed. I rolled my eyes, not bothered by her scoff. "Whatever." "I hope you don't fall into the gutter, drink responsibly, okay," she said, her nose twitched, poking her balled fist at me before walking away to the dance floor. I finished the drink in the glass and turned to the bartender. He immediately poured me a glass, a smirk

SARAH'S POV I'd longed to taste his lips, and now I seized the opportunity. Our mouths met, and I savored every hint of sweetness. My tongue explored the depths of his, reveling in the moisture and warmth. Morals fled my mind; all I craved was the intimacy with the man I loved. As I pressed against him, my hair escaped the bed's gentle crush. He gathered the stray strands, his fingers grazing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand tightened, pulling me back, breaking our kiss. I gasped, disappointed, the sudden separation leaving me wanting. His piercing gaze met mine, flashing with disapproval. He pulled my hand off his neck and slapped it away, his face scrunched up in disgust. Despite his disapproval of our intimacy, I gripped his shirt, not allowing him to leave. "Sarah, let go." His voice was stern and commanding. Hiccups tore through my throat as I strengthened my grip on his shirt. "No... I won't." I shook my head in defiance. My eyelids were slowly drooping, b

XAVIER'S POV I thought Sarah and I had a connection, but I guess I was wrong. My feet thumped on the marble floor while I made my way to my room. I slammed the door behind me, a loud thud echoing just like her words were echoing in my head at that moment. How could she say that to me? Why would she bring up my past? Her words hit me where it hurts. It shattered my heart into shreds as she made me recall how painful and depressing my life was back then. Sarah was just a kid back then, so how the hell did she know I begged Andrea for a second chance after our messy divorce? It was a dark time in my life that I wasn't proud of. My jaw clenched in anger as I sighed through gritted teeth. My eyes scanned the room, searching for something to take my mind off Sarah. A book was lying on the table at the far end of the room. That might serve as a good distraction. I sank into the chair, flipping the book open, my eyes lingering on the paper as if it were some kind of junk! I was too exa

His brow knitted as he tilted his head, staring at me incredulously. "And how are you so sure?" My lips still hovered over his face while I slightly slouched towards him. "Let's make a bet." He turned around to face me, finally realizing how seriously I was. He looked down at me, the imposing yet intimidating height difference was palpable. He let out a throaty chuckle, amused by my sage. "Really? A bet?" He chuckled again, crossing his arms. "How desperate are you?" I admit I repeatedly cross my boundaries, but I couldn't help it when my heart keeps nagging me to never shut my feelings out. "I might be desperate today; it will be your turn tomorrow." To be honest, I don't know where this frightening boldness was coming from. I know I can be a pest sometimes, but this is way out of the charts. "You're gonna look at me the same way I do, and then you will interpret love from my perspective." His eyes keenly trailed my mouth as I spoke; he was truly amused and intrigued by my c