All Chapters of FALLING FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I divert my gaze from the desk and look at Ava. She's dressed in a pristine white office blouse that fits her perfectly. Her dark gray skirt is snug but modest enough not to send any inappropriate signals. I tighten my grip on the pen in my hand, trying to maintain focus. Because the more I think about her, the more I recall the immense pleasure I experienced while picturing her on her knees, wearing that alluring little black dress, satisfying me with her soft lips wrapped around my erection. Damn it. Not again. I need to get her out of my mind before I do something foolish. Ava keeps her eyes lowered, as if she believes I've summoned her to reprimand her for something she feels responsible for. I wonder if she already knows the reason for being here. No, I don't believe she does. If my opinion held any significance to her, she wouldn't have completely disregarded it last night. She would have given it some consideration, as I intended, and inquired about the reasons behind my

"Sean! Focus!" "Oh, right. Well, they told me that if I didn't break up with you, one of us would get hurt." "Wait..." I pause, trying to make sense of the illogical threat. "Sean, are you sure this isn't just another prank by your immature friends? They seem like the type to play mean-spirited jokes." It's true. Based on my personal experience, I can confirm that Sean's friends are seriously messed up. I still remember when they convinced him to prove his sexuality to them, and we had no choice but to stage a fake sexual encounter. "You're right," Sean agrees, although not entirely convinced. "But I don't think it was them this time. The caller sounded nothing like any of them. Even if they used voice modification, I don't think they could change the tone and accent, can they?" "I don't know, Sean. I'm really sorry, but I don't have the answer." If this had happened before I lost all my friends, I might have known a few people who could provide helpful tips on the latest technolo

I wished she were still here. But she wasn't, and it was painful. "And if Val was here, she would tell you to break up with Sean, just like I'm telling you to. You know why?" Brian asked, and I looked at him, uncertain why he believed Val would advocate for the same thing he was pushing for. I shook my head. "Because you were her best friend—the one she cared about the most. She genuinely looked out for you. Remember when your car broke down in the middle of the night and you were terrified?" "I do," I replied, recalling that night vividly. It was the first time I had driven a car that far from home, and I was afraid my dad would never let me drive again. The car was one of his prized possessions, and I hadn't even asked for permission. "She was with you at some event when I called her." "Yeah," Brian agreed. "One of her cousins was getting married. Her mom was pretty mad when she left the ceremony, called a mechanic on the way, picked you up from that terrible place, and stayed

Ali wasn't the issue, nor were the teachers at school. Everyone spoke highly of Kian, and his academic performance was still outstanding, with top grades in all his exams. Georgina and Ali sat me down and confronted me about Kian's recent behavior, placing the blame squarely on my shoulders. Even during our marriage, Georgina had a habit of pointing fingers at me for every difficulty she faced in life. I was accused of everything, from getting her pregnant too soon to not doing enough to save our relationship. It didn't matter that we were both equally drunk at that college frat party and she had wanted it just as much as I did. Since I hadn't received any messages from Kian, I decided to call him immediately. He picked up after just two rings. "Are we still on for tonight?" I asked, attempting to sound more energetic than I actually felt. I didn't want him to think that spending time with him was a burden, because it wasn't. But I knew he might have those thoughts, just as I would

"Sean? Aren't you Beau Edwards' son?" Mom's voice broke the silence. Well, double shit. Sean glanced at me and then turned his attention to Mom, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, that's right. I'm so sorry about what happened, Mrs. Monroe. What are the doctors saying? Will Max be okay?" His tone had shifted from playful and lighthearted to sincere and concerned. If Mom and Dad were wondering what the hell Sean Edwards was doing with me at such a late hour after work, they didn't say much. But the furrow on Mom's forehead and the looks she gave me before someone rushed out of the operating room definitely screamed "we'll talk about this later." Not that I gave a damn about it right now. Dad quickly approached the man who had emerged from the operating room. "How is my son? How's Max?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. "Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay," Mom sobbed, her emotions running high. I held back, allowing the doctor to address my parents bef