Semua Bab I Can’t Resist My Bestfriend’s Dad : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Never in my life had I imagined that any man could undo me so completely. Yet there I was, tossing restlessly on the narrow dorm bed, the sheets twisted around my legs like chains. My mind kept replaying the moment I had collided with Marcus fresh from the shower, nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all.He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.My thoughts spiraled dangerously. Before I could stop myself,

Bella slipped an arm around my shoulders as we left the office. I kept my gaze lowered, praying she had believed my story that I had simply come to deliver the register and nothing more. Even though Marcus had just helped to clean my wound, it still wouldn’t have looked appropriate in Bella’s eyes .But judging by her reaction, she didn’t suspect a thing.She glanced over her shoulder at her father, who had already settled behind his desk.“Daddy, can we borrow your jacket?”“Yeah, sure.”He handed it over, and Bella immediately draped it around my shoulders.I turned back toward him.“Thank you, sir,” I murmured timidly.His eyes softened.“Take care of yourself, Ella. We care about you.”The words sounded innocent enough, but the way he delivered them carried a double meaning that made heat rise to my cheeks. Bella guided me out of the office, completely unaware.We left the office.“Why didn’t you tell me this morning that you fell?” Bella asked once we were in the hallway, con

Marcus stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I flinched as he raised his hand and gently pressed the back of it to my forehead. Heat flooded my face. I shifted away slightly, unable to meet his eyes. The evidence of my dream still lingered between my legs—warm and damning. I couldn’t let him see.“G-good morning, sir,” I stammered, trying to steady my voice.“Good morning, Ella,” he replied softly, that familiar velvet tone sending another unwanted shiver through me.“I’m so sorry about that horrible fire,” he continued. “I spoke to the owner of the building. He’s going to refund everything, so don’t worry. In the meantime, you’ll stay here with us.”I forced an awkward smile and nodded. “Thank you, sir.”He chuckled lightly, brushing it off. “You can call me Marcus. It’s okay. And please… don’t be so tense around me.”I nodded again, but I had my reasons which I could never tell him. Or Bella.“How’s your wound?” he asked.The question hit too close to my dream. “It’

Early the next morning, before I’d even properly opened my eyes or brushed my teeth, my phone rang.The shrill sound jolted me awake.Still half-asleep, I cleared my throat and answered my heart racing . “Hello, sir. Good morning.”“Why aren’t you replying to my messages?” my lecturer asked.I blinked away the sleep. “I’m sorry, sir.”“Tell your classmates there won’t be any lectures today.”I sat upright immediately.“Why, sir?”“Because it’s Teachers’ and Lecturers’ Day. Normally we’re the ones teaching, but today we’re taking the day off. Inform the others.”I sighed inwardly.I was always the go-to person because I was the course representative .He had vowed never to send messages to the class group himself because the last time he did, several girls flooded his inbox. Some had even gone as far as sending him nudes.The poor man was married.After passing the announcement to the group chat, I happily crawled back into bed.“Wake up! Wake up!”Hours later, I felt someone shaking

I was pacing around my room like a mad person, biting my nails until my fingers hurt. Anxiety was slowly consuming me, and my mind kept replaying every possible worst-case scenario.Then suddenly, the door clicked open.I turned around and saw Bella standing there, a sad expression written across her face.I rushed toward her and grabbed her shoulders.“Did he tell you to send me away?” I asked desperately. “Is he still mad at me? Bella, I didn’t mean to… I swear I was just—”“Ella,” she interrupted gently.I stopped.“Why are you so tense?” she asked. “Calm down. I know everything, and nobody is sending anyone away.”My heart finally loosened a little.“He told you everything?” I whispered.Bella nodded.Flashback“Dad, what did you want to talk about?”I looked at him while washing the dishes. He was leaning against the sink, watching me quietly.“It’s about Ella.”Ella?I rinsed the cup in my hand and stared at him.“What about her, Dad?”“She thought I was behind the fire because