Lahat ng Kabanata ng Best Friend’s Daddy Obsession : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

As soon as Vincent left the house, a heavy sense of loneliness settled in. I knew he’d be back soon, but with both him and Bella gone, the house felt too quiet, too large. Bored and restless, I wandered from room to room, searching for something to occupy my mind.In Bella’s room, I spotted a book on her nightstand—Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas. I had heard good things about it, so I decided to give it a shot. I curled up on her bed, diving into the pages. For a while, it worked—I was able to lose myself in the story and momentarily forget the unease tugging at me. But, of course, that didn’t last long.After a few chapters, I felt the need to take a break. I set the book aside and decided to turn on Netflix. The new season of Bridgerton had been on my list for ages, and it seemed like the perfect distraction. Wrapping myself in one of Bella’s soft blankets, I settled onto the couch and hit play.The show’s vibrant costumes and romantic drama were engaging, but my attention kept

Jennifer I could hardly believe Anthony managed to fit into the driver’s seat of my car. My little light blue Honda Fit had always been a source of pride, but watching him squeeze himself into it was almost ridiculous.It was like trying to shove a square peg into a round hole.Or maybe like fitting Vincent ’s—nope, not going there.Despite my best efforts, my mind wandered there anyway, and I felt my cheeks heat up.Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. You dirty-minded idiot.Anthony ’s face was a mix of irritation and determination as he pushed the seat as far back as it would go, though his knees were still slightly bent. I couldn’t help but smirk a little, even though the fact that he was tagging along still annoyed me. The visual of this big, intimidating man crammed into my tiny car was too amusing to ignore.“Feeling cozy?” I asked, unable to hide the sarcasm in my tone.Anthony turned to me, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Like a perfect fit,” he quipped lightly. “Can’

I straightened up, defiance sparking in my tone. “I’m an adult, Vincent . I can make my own choices. You’re not my father.”In two swift strides, he closed the distance between us, standing tall and looming over me. I met his intense gaze, waiting for him to argue back, but instead, he remained silent. His eyes burned into mine, as if calculating his next move.“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice calm but chilling. “You are an adult. And I’ll treat you like one.”The weight in his tone sent a shiver through me. I turned my head away, the alcohol clouding my emotions and fueling a sudden pout.“Why do you even care?” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.Vincent dropped to one knee in front of me, his hands gripping my knees gently but firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Because you matter to me, Jennifer . You’re mine. And that means I care more than you can understand.”A lump formed in my throat, the intensity of his words cutting through the haze in my mind. As my

Jennifer My heart raced as Vincent ’s words echoed in my mind. I could feel the weight of the moment, the air thick with anticipation. He opened the nightstand drawer behind me, and I turned my head to look, my eyes tracing his every move.When he retrieved the bottle, my throat tightened. This was really happening. My pulse quickened, and I nervously chewed on my lower lip, unsure whether to fight or give in to the rush of emotions threatening to take over.There was a part of me, deep inside, that was conflicted—torn between resistance and a strange yearning I couldn’t fully comprehend. It was like I wanted to fight against this moment, yet I couldn’t escape the undeniable pull between us.Vincent ’s movements were steady and deliberate, and I couldn’t help but tense, feeling the mix of vulnerability and strength swirling inside me. There was a silence between us, a heavy anticipation that hung in the air, and for a fleeting moment, everything else seemed to fade away.His touch wa

A few days later, I had just put Jennifer to bed after spending a long time soothing her with my touch. She was now peacefully asleep, her breathing steady beside me. I watched her for a while, feeling a strong mix of love and protectiveness, but there was something else lingering in my mind.I couldn’t shake the unsettling worry that gnawed at me.Carlo Rico was still out there, and he was a threat.Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt. I needed to clear my head, and the best way to do that was by ensuring the property was secure, making sure Jennifer was safe.I found Anthony in my office, sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee in hand, his eyes scanning the security monitors. When he saw me enter, he looked up with a concerned but alert expression.“Trouble sleeping?” he asked, placing his cup down.I shook my head. “Too much on my mind. Let’s take a walk around the property. I need to make sure everything’s se