All Chapters of Seducing My Dad's Best Friend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ROCHELLE Chaos Unleashed!“What did you just say?” I asked Amber, my voice trembling slightly against the heavy silence in my office.Her eyes burned with a mixture of anger and accusation. “You heard me, Rochelle! Are you really pretending to be innocent here? Everyone at the office knows you’re trying to steal Ben away from me! Oh, you must have thought I won't find out,” she chuckled. “Fred left you because you couldn't give him what he wanted in bed, and now, you're screwing my man, you loser!”I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew I heard her, but I had to pretend like I didn’t. Accusations like that would tear apart years of friendship, especially when I couldn’t understand why Amber would accuse me of sleeping with Ben. We had been through so much together, and now she was throwing around wild claims?“Amber, that’s ridiculous!” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. My heart raced, not from fear, but from the rising anger that simmered dangerously clo

ROCHELLE Not what I planned for!The morning light filtered softly through my bedroom window as I tossed and turned, grasping for a sense of calm. The events of the previous day still weighed heavily on my heart—the confrontation with Amber, the accusations, and all the feelings that swirled around.As I finally rolled out of bed, I glanced at the clock. I was running late. I hurriedly took my bath, slipped into my work clothes—a fitted blouse and tailored skirt that made me feel both professional and confident. The fabric hugged me just right, offering a false sense of security in a day filled with uncertainty.When I stepped out of my room, I found Adrien and Aries sitting together at the dining table, their faces lighting up with surprise.“Whoa, look who decided to join the world,” Aries said, raising an eyebrow. “Where are you headed looking all polished?”“Like she has the world right in her palms,” Adrien teasingly added.“I’m going to work,” I replied, my tone sli

ROCHELLE Love or no love?Even if I wasn't going to have Ben, I was not going to let him have the wrong person. That thought consumed me as I sat behind my sleek oak desk in my office, the sunlight shining through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the carefully arranged papers and chic decor. My thoughts drifted to the chaos of my feelings – Ben, my boss and now a complicated knot of emotions; Amber, the woman who has become the source of our strife.Just then, the door to my office creaked open. I looked up and saw Amber stride in, wearing a pristine white blouse and a pencil skirt that clung to her in all the right places. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, the practical choice seeming at odds with her usual style of loose waves cascading down her shoulders. She looked entirely different from the fiery woman who had stormed out of my office just two days ago. Gone was the temperamental mix of jealousy and anger; in its place

                       ROCHELLE                        Ben was…. The moment Ben stepped into my office, I felt the air shift. Tall and with an air of confidence that seemed to surround him, there he was—the man who had momentarily made me think there could be a spark between us. But right now, he wore a puzzled expression, dark eyes narrowing as he quickly assessed the situation. “Rochelle, you sounded like the office was on fire. Is everything alright?” “Well, maybe it is,” I said to him. “What is it about Amber you wanted to tell me so badly?,” he asked. 

ROCHELLE Make me feel it!As the minutes trickled by, my frustration deepened into full-blown irritation. I was being ridiculous, and sitting and waiting left me trapped in my thoughts. What did it matter that Ben was a billionaire or that I worked for him? It should have been easy to distance myself, especially after everything that had gone down.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my phone pinged, breaking my cycle of frustration. It was Adrien, apologizing for not picking up earlier. He had been at dinner with his colleagues. He promised he was on his way but could be delayed.“Of course,” I muttered bitterly to myself, a sharp sting of disappointment evident in my tone. I dropped my phone into my lap and leaned my head back against the seat. I had half a mind to text him back with how I felt but stopped myself. What was the point?He texted again, telling me that he was held up in traffic, and wouldn't make it to my office. “Could you please take a cab?,”