All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Flora's POV The lock went click in the quiet house. It always felt like a starting gun.Eugene didn’t wait. He crossed the dark room in three big steps, his shadow covering the moonlight on my bed. When his hands touched me, they were heavy and fast. All the patience he had at the office was totally gone. He picked me up by my waist, lifting me easily against him, and kissed me hard to stop the gasp from leaving my mouth."Eugene," I breathed against his lips, my fingers wrapping into his hair."Shh," he growled low, a quiet order against my skin as he pulled my nightgown up over my hips. "Don't say a word."Every touch was a release of all the tension we had been hiding all week—in the car, at work, and at the dinner table. He took me right there on the edge of the mattress, moving fast and hard, full of a hunger that matched the ache I had been hiding for seven days. I gripped his shirt tightly, pulling him closer, biting my own lip to keep from making a sound. The danger of Emily

Eugene's POV Walking out of Flora’s room at six in the morning was the first time in months I didn't feel like the walls were closing in on me. The air in the corridor felt lighter. My chest felt clear. I crossed back over to my master suite, showered, and got dressed for the day with a strange, unfamiliar calmness settling into my gut.Downstairs, the kitchen was quiet. I was pouring myself a cup of black coffee when Emily shuffled in, her hair a messy bird's nest, yawning loudly. She stopped, blinking at me through her sleepy eyes, then frowned."What?" I asked, taking a sip."Nothing," Emily muttered, leaning against the counter to reach for the cereal. "You just... look different today, Dad. You're usually glaring at your phone like you want to murder the stock market by this time. You actually look relaxed. It's weirding me out."I adjusted my watch, keeping my face completely blank. "I slept well, Emily. That's all.""Whatever you say," she joked, pouring her milk. "Just don't

Flora's POV A week went by, and we found a rhythm. It was a risky, quiet game we played every single day under the bright office lights. In the mornings, we shared the quiet of his SUV, driving to work together. In the evenings, we went back to a house where we had to pretend we were just boss and intern. But during the day, the air between us stayed thick with tension, like a string pulled so tight it was ready to snap.I had gotten used to the rush of it. I walked around the office floor knowing exactly how much I could rattle the most feared man in the building, and exactly how much power he held over me.On Tuesday afternoon, that string finally broke.I was sitting at the long wooden table for the third-quarter meeting. The room was packed with senior partners, department heads, and analysts, all shuffling papers and staring at slides. I sat near the end, my notebook open, a pen in my hand.At the front of the room stood Eugene.He was completely in his element. He had rolled hi

Eugene's POV The international signing was a massive success, the kind of multi-million-dollar deal that should have had me ordering a round of the most expensive scotch in the city for the board members. Instead, I spent the entire meeting staring at the digital clock in the corner of my tablet, my thumb hovering over my messaging app under the edge of the mahogany table.Every sixty minutes, on the dot, I sent her a text.How are you feeling? at ten.Did you manage to keep any fluids down? at eleven.Do I need to leave early? at noon.Her replies came in slow, delayed waves. Still really tired, but my stomach has settled a bit. Don't leave your meeting, Eugene. I’m okay.It didn’t do a damn thing to stop the knot from tightening in my gut. I stayed for the absolute bare minimum of the celebration—just long enough to shake the hands of the lead investors, sign the press releases, and look the part of the successful CEO. The second it was socially acceptable to excuse myself, I pract

Flora's POV The ride to the clinic was quiet, the steady hum of the car engine matching the nervous thud of my pulse. True to my word, I kept my phone in my hand the entire time, sending Eugene updates just to keep him from blowing up his own office.*In the cab now. The driver is careful, don't worry,* I texted as we pulled away from the house.His reply was almost instant. *Keep your eyes on the road. Let me know the second you walk through the doors.*When the car finally pulled up to the clinic, I paid the driver and walked inside the quiet, cool lobby. The smell of antiseptic instantly made my throat tighten, a tiny ghost of yesterday’s nausea flaring up before settling down. I walked to the reception desk, checked in, and sat down in one of the vinyl chairs.*I’m here. Just checked in. Sitting in the waiting room,* I sent.*Good. I’m in the middle of a briefing. Text me when they call your name,* he shot back.Ten minutes later, a nurse in blue scrubs opened the door. "Flora?"