All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Father Wants me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Enora:As I locked the door, I could feel all my bottled-up emotions threatening to explode out of my chest.No. I had to stay cool. I had to keep myself under control. He didn’t deserve my tears. He wasn’t worth it.I walked over to the mirror and looked at my face. I was a mess. My eyes looked like they were carrying droopy sacks of apples and the whites of my eyes…well they weren’t white anymore.I took myself to the bathroom and washed my face with some cold water, careful not to spill any on my dress.My reflection stared back at my dripping-wet face. I… I looked slightly better, I think, and grabbed one of the hand towels.I drew a deep breath and smoothed my skirt. A paper crinkled in my pocket and my heart skipped a beat.I had written it to him last night. I had made up my mind that I was going to give it to him when we landed. I wasn’t going to back on this decision, I hoped.My purse called to me from the dressing table and left the room with it. I wasn’t surprised to see M

Enora: Bridget and her dad were already waiting for me by the time I got down for dinner. My face was a bright pink as I took my seat at the table. “I hope I didn’t keep everyone waiting. I got a little confused in the shower. There are so many dials.” Bridget and her father smiled at me and I shrunk into my seat. I was still a newbie to this wealthy life thing but for something as simple as a shower, why did they need so many dials? It looked…unnecessary. The table was set and filled with exotic meals. Every breath was heavenly. Bridget really outdid herself. “I asked the cook for some famous Italian dishes for you and then she made a few of my dad’s favorites. I can’t imagine how much he must miss a home-cooked meal after eating restaurant food for almost four weeks.” We both laughed and Mr. Wright gave a silent chuckle. I stole a glance at him and felt my heart do a flip. He looked…miserable but hid it behind his fake chuckle and his glances on his phone. He looked even

Enora:My face filled with blood and it hurt trying to keep up this faux smile. Why the hell was he looking at me like that? Why was he being creepy?I tried to pull my hand away politely but his grip was strong. It was hard not to crinkle my nose or cough. His cologne smelt so strong and not in the most alluring way, and his veneers… not to be rude but why were they so white? They could reflect light. He should be in a toothpaste commercial.“Anthony, I will need you to run some numbers for me,” Mr. Wright interjected, finally causing Anthony to let go of my hands and turn his attention elsewhere. Urghhh… Why the hell were my palms wet? I wiped them subtly on my skirt and listened to the conversation, It was my first day here and despite everything that had happened last night, I was hell-bent on not letting today be another downhill spiral.“...She will be acting Secretary for the moment. She is on a probationary period. If she performs well, she will be given the job permanently, a

Enora:I swallowed and took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to let him make a fool out of me in this place. My day was going so well. Why didn’t he have to come and spoil everything?“Mr. Wright, good afternoon. It is nice to have you here.”He glared from Anthony to me and as though they had some kind of telepathic connection, Anthony called for the waiter to pack his noodles to go and in a few minutes, I was alone at my table.He took Anthony’s seat and as I looked out of the window, Anthony was already outside. He flagged a taxi and soon, he disappeared. Deep calming breaths, Enora. I was furious but being angry at him wasn’t going to solve much. He was just being a relentless mosquito.I prodded my rice. I wasn’t hungry anymore and we all knew whose fault that was.“I thought you said that you weren’t flirting,” he inquired, glaring at me, his jaw clenched and his eyes not leaving me for a second.I shot daggers at him. My lunch break was going so well and now he had to come and r

Nathan:She left and I was alone in her office. I could still smell her scent. It clung to the room and invaded my nostrils. My head was filled with thoughts of her. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Nothing I tried ever worked. I had never had any woman the way I had her.I wasn’t a saint. After the death of my wife, Rose, I had dabbled in a few affairs here and there. I had been with women, I had made them feel things and they always came back, wet, soaking and begging for more.That’s what I felt for Enora in the beginning. Her innocence drew me to her and I was like a moth flying close to a flame. Getting to know her, having her beneath me, moaning and screaming, knowing that I was her first and I was the only one that had ever made her feel this was, it was… it was addictive. I wanted more. I wanted more of her.Now, I was so deep in that I had no idea how to pull away from her. I thought telling her that I didn’t love her would sever whatever ties I had with her, would make me