All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Father Wants me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Enora:I was up early the next morning. My alarm rang, and I rolled out of bed. I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't particularly tired, but who wouldn't want to stay in such a cozy bed for a few more minutes?As I had my bath, I thought of yesterday evening. It was the first time I had seen Mr. Wright laugh as he showed me how to scoop out the lobster meat with a lobster fork. I giggled slightly to myself as I remembered how fun it was to crack the lobster's claws.For the first time, I wasn't scared or nervous around him. If anything, he didn't even act like a rich, stuck-up businessman. He was…different.As I got out of the shower and wrung out my hair with a towel, my inner voice scolded me disappointedly."You are supposed to be mad at him, not laughing and having a good time. He might have been the first guy to get in your pants but I think every sensible girl draws the line at bodily injury during sex."My mood was immediately dampened. I sighed and searched the wardrobe for something to

Enora:I headed back to the office. My stomach churned. I wanted to palm myself in the face.The nightmares. I knew they hadn't stopped but I didn't expect him to hear them. For a rich penthouse, I expected the rooms to be more soundproof–a big thumbs down for architectural prowess.My head was lowered as I went back to my assigned office space. The whispers and stares didn't matter as much as they did to me anymore. Everyone could say whatever they wanted. I didn't care."Ouch!"I looked up, rubbing my forehead in pain."Miss Crystal. I didn't see you there."She scowled. Her perfect nose looked a little more witchy up close. Who knew?"I bet you didn't," she said acidly. "Might I recommend you a good optician so that you can get your eyes checked?"And with that, she stormed off. I scoffed. She was bitter that she wasn't going to the gala with Mr. Wright. I didn't blame her and I didn't care either. She could be as sour as a lemon for all I cared.I marched upstairs and soon reached

Enora:He stood there looking at me hungrily. I could feel the passion building up inside me as well. He hadn’t touched me for days frankly, I wanted him to. I didn’t have my nightmares when I was with him. I noticed it the day we first had sex. It was comfortable just lying against his chest. His warm body, his strong beating heart. Everything about him was…comforting.He reached his hands out and stroked my cheeks. I flinched at first but soon, I relaxed into his touch. His palm was soft and smelled of nice fragrant hand cream.He pulled me in close and I felt his bulge rub against me while he let out a deep groan.“I am not the best with apologies but I need you Enora.”Before I could say anything, his lips swooped on mine and seized me into the deepest kiss. He tastes fresh and minty. His tongue slipped into mine and soon, my knees were buckling beneath me. He tasted amazing. Fuck. I wanted more. So much more. I couldn’t believe I had not had him for this long.“Enora…”He pulled

Enora: His other hand slid down my arm and made me drop the bowl of chicken on the counter. “Mr. Wright, I…” “Nathan. I want you to call me Nathan, Enora.” His arm grabbed my waist gently and he spun me around. His eyes were dark and hungry, brimming with lust and passion. I swallowed hard. “Nathan…” Calling him by his first name was weird. “...I… I don’t think…” “Please stop thinking, Enora.–” He pulled me close to him and his erection pressed against my tummy. My face was a new shade of pink and my breathing was rapid. “–I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.” His hands ran across my face, my cheeks came alive and a shudder rippled through my body. It was such a small place but the feeling… “I want you to feel what I do to you. I have been watching you and I know that you want me but you have been pushing me away. Why?” It was like I had been doused with cold water. “You know why,” I said, with slight anger, pushing him away and increasing the gap between us. “I

Enora:Sleeping last night was difficult. My wrist still hurt even after I put the ointment on it before going to bed and I ended up waking up hours before my alarm and just stared at the ceiling. Today was the gala but I wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t a new feeling, though. I never really like parties.Over on the dressing was the measly amount of makeup that I had. I had chosen my dress and it was in the wardrobe and my shoes were next to the wardrobe as well.My inability to sleep on time left me the time to get ready for the gala. It was a business one and the last thing I wanted was to make Mr. Wright late. I had only been here for a week and put my job on the line in so many ways. I wasn’t going to risk another strike.I curled into my blanket and sighed. Mr. Wright and what happened at dinner last night had been on my mind. A loud groan escaped my lips and I kicked up the blanket in frustration. Why did I have to go and ruin everything? I was such a wrecker.He apologized and we