Lahat ng Kabanata ng SEDUCING MY BEST FRIEND’S DAD: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Belle“Take your hands off me,” I commanded in a firm tone before I could think it through.James arched a brow.But he obeyed.I rolled off the bed and dropped to my knees and started checking the floor, running my hands along the carpet, checking under the bed frame.“What are you doing?” his deep voice followed me. I could feel his eyes on me, trying to figure out what I was up to.“Looking for my things.”I found my jacket first, crumpled near the foot of the bed. I grabbed it and stood up, only to see the rip running up the side seam.I shoved my arms into it anyway and tried to pull it together.It wasn’t happening.I stood there holding the two torn edges together and my chest was so tight I could barely breathe and I absolutely refused to cry in front of him.James appeared at my side, brushed past me, and walked into the walk-in closet. A moment later, he returned with a white shirt and held it out to me.I snatched it out of his hand without looking at him.I yanked it over

JamesI paced the bedroom. My shoes struck the hardwood. My hands flexed at my sides. She had to come.I glanced at my watch again. The tenth time in as many minutes.The door opened.Belle walked in. Her bag hung from one shoulder. Her eyes found mine.Everything in my chest released. She came. I crossed the room and drew her into my arms. Her body hit mine. I locked my arms around her. My palms spread across her back. I buried my face in her hair and inhaled. Vanilla. Jasmine. All her.She collapsed into me for one breath. Then her muscles went rigid.“What do you have to explain?” She pushed back. Looked up at me. No softness. Just demand.I kept my hands on her arms. I needed the contact to feel her under my fingers. I didn’t want her to want to be away from me again. “It was all Lorena’s idea. She wanted to spin the narrative. Give the media something else to talk about.” I searched her face for any sign she believed me.“It’s not real, Belle. There was never an engagement. S

BelleWhat choice was I going to make?The image of him and Davina flashed in my mind, making me lock up for a second.Her hand on his face. His mouth on hers. The sight of them kissing from that doorway.My stomach churned. I pressed my lips together and looked down for a second because I could not let him see how much that still affected me.“I’ll think about it,” I muttered.“Okay.”And I guessed that settled it.He didn’t push it or argue. No cold smile. No trap to test if I would be obedient.Just the word, okay, and my heart did not know what to do with that. The touch was warm and tempting, and it sent another tremor through me. He led me out of the closet and across the room toward the bed. I followed because I could not seem to do anything else when he touched me like that. Because even now, angry and hurt and confused, I still wanted him in a way that made me feel exposed.He reached down and pulled the covers back.His eyes never left mine.He said nothing.Then he lay do

BelleTypical James. He still couldn’t stand any man that wasn’t him being overly close to me. Not in the same office, room, or even in the same industry apparently. He wanted to keep me at the office, even though his best decision would have been to let me go because of that. There he could see me, so he had dressed it up as concern and protection, but I knew what it was.Obsession.God forbid I was out of his sight and flirted with by another man. He’d lose it. Not that I even wanted to.Still, it didn’t make it any easier to deal with his overbearing jealousy. And the most inconvenient part of all of it was that some dark, irrational part of me loved it—how he couldn’t stand it. How the thought of another man looking at me made him lose his composure entirely.His obsessive possession. I knew it made no sense. Probably the last thing I should be loving about him. Still, it didn’t stop it.We made love all night. He moved inside me deliberately slow, drawing out every sensation unti

BelleI paced the length of the living room and back, not stopping.My anger had been building from the second Devon showed me that first camera, and it had only gotten worse with every minute James hadn’t returned.By the time I saw his car drive in from the window, I was so tense I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back if he delayed even a second longer.The door opened and he walked in. The moment he saw my face, he stopped cold.“Mirabelle.” His eyes searched mine quickly. “Tell me why I had to hear from HR that you left the company.”I held his gaze.He was angry.Well… so was I.“Really?” I crossed my arms so tightly my shoulders tensed. “That’s what you’re saying first?”He shut the door behind him and came toward me with that hard presence of his that usually made anyone feel smaller. Right then, it only made my blood burn hotter.“I told you not to quit,” he blurted. “I was already handling the situation.” His jaw flexed. “Why would you make a decision that big without talking