Semua Bab Forbidden Fantasy with my Best Friend’s Dad: Bab 11 - Bab 20

LauraI stood in front of my closet, hands on my hips, determined. The class field trip was finally over and Arlene was coming home, so I decided to make her a surprise dinner, but if I was being brutally honest, my excitement wasn’t just about her. It was about him. Jackson. I wasn’t going to let things happen by chance anymore. I want his attention. I wanted to see that flicker in his eyes, that moment when he would notice me, really notice me, and couldn’t look away. Of course, Laurette had advised me to forget about him and give Andrew a chance, but then, I still wanted to be seen by Jackson. And forthat to happen, I needed the perfect outfit. I skimmed through my wardrobe, tossing aside casual sweaters and simple dresses. No, tonight wasn’t about casual. Tonight was about making an impression. Then, my fingers brushed against it, a deep red, form-fitting dress with thin straps and a low-cut back. Bold. Sensual. Tempting.Perfect. I smirked to myself as I slipped it on

JacksonFrom the moment Laura stepped into the house, I knew I was in trouble. She looked fire… dangerously, sinfully hot in that damn outfit. The kind of hot that made men forget their morals. And I, unfortunately, was just a man. I clenched my jaw, gripping my whiskey glass a little too tightly as I watched her from the corner of my eye, pretending to be unbothered. She looked like she wanted something more from me, but I ignored her, pretending like she wasn’t the most distracting thing in the room. I needed to look away, so I forced myself to turn back and vanished into my room, leaving her there at the door. I settled at my desk diving into my work. I had unfinished projects from work, and that seemed like the perfect distraction, keeping my mind off the fact that Laura was walking around my house, looking like that, existing like a problem I didn’t know how to solve. The universe must have taken pity on me because it wasn’t long after that that Arlene arrived.I went

JacksonAfter Laura left the roof, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I tried… tried to refocus on the work in front of me, gripping the wooden plank and running the sander over its surface, but my hands moved on its own, my mind constantly circling back to her. I loved the way her breath skipped when she saw me shirtless. How her eyes lingered a second too long, her cheeks warming, her body going still as if she were caught in a trance. Most especially how her eyes felt on me. I smirked to myself, gripping the sander tighter. She wanted me. No matter how much she tried to hide it, no matter how hard she pretended to be unfazed, her body betrayed her. And that thought alone did things to me. I exhaled sharply, shaking my head, trying to refocus on my task, but it was pointless. I had lost control of the moment. With an irritated sigh, I set the tools aside and dusted off my hands. There was no use forcing it when my mind was completely wrecked by the thought of her. I needed

LauraThe first thing that was on my mind as I woke up was Arlene. She would be leaving soon and I needed to see her, hug her and manage to get some sweetness before she leaves for Paris. If only I wasn’t so big on planning, we would be going together. But nah, I can’t just leave on an impulse. I freshened up real quick and made my way out of the house. The morning air was crisp as I brisked into the house and went straight upstairs to Arlene’s room. I knocked twice before pushing the door open, finding her zipping up her suitcase. She turned to me with an excited grin. “Laura! You’re here.” I smiled, stepping inside. “Of course, I had to see you off before you go jet-setting to Paris.” She giggled and dramatically flipped her hair. “I know, right? The city of art, love, and hopefully, a lot of good food.” She let out and I knew she was intentionally being dramatic about it. She wanted to remind me of what I would be missing.“Yeah, yeah… still not changing my mind so drop the

LauraI stormed into my room, still fuming. Jackson infuriated me. The way he teased, the arrogant way he smirked like he knew exactly how much power he had over me… it made my blood boil. He was so damn sure of himself, so cocky, and the worst part? He wasn’t wrong. He did have power over me. And I hated it. And to think he actually left me in the middle of nowhere and drove off. What if I had no means to get home? I would have been stranded there and left to die. How can someone be so heartless?All through the ride home, I kept thinking about it, how I had stood there and waited for him to come back but he never did. Twenty minutes passed before I realized I had been abandoned, and I had to walk a bit before I could order for a ride. Getting home, I couldn’t do anything. I was boiling with rage. After walking aimlessly around the house a couple of times, and was still boiling with anger, I knew I had to distract myself.I needed to let off steam before I exploded, so I grabbed