Todos os capítulos de My dad's bestfriend: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 17

The next morning, the house was bathed in a soft golden light filtering through the half-closed shutters. The air smelled of fresh coffee and salty sea spray drifting in through the open windows. Sofia woke slowly, her body still heavy with the fatigue of the past two nights, but her mind already alert. She lay on her back for a while, staring at the light wood ceiling, replaying the images from yesterday on a loop: the fall on the sand, Pedro's weight on her, the way their eyes had locked a second too long, the stolen cigarette, the shared laugh, and then... Brooke. That girl with her electric blue bikini and her number scribbled on a scrap of paper he'd slipped into his pocket without hesitation.She sighed, got up, pulled on gray cotton shorts and a plain white tank top, tied her hair in a messy bun, and went downstairs. The kitchen was already lively. Diego, her little brother even if he wasn't so little anymore at twenty-one, was making pancakes with an almost comical concentrati

Carlos's car sped along the coastal road, headlights sweeping across the black asphalt like a restless sea. The California night was warm, heavy with salty humidity that clung to the skin, and reggaeton music pulsed through the speakers, a syncopated rhythm that vibrated through the seats. Sofia was in the back, squeezed between Lena and Mike, her heart beating in time with the bass. She'd put on her tight black dress, the one that hugged her curves without overdoing it, with a subtle neckline that hinted more than it showed. Her black hair cascaded freely over her shoulders, and she'd added a touch of perfume something floral and sweet to mask the anxiety eating at her. Why was she doing this? Why was she rushing to this party, knowing full well she might run into Pedro and Brooke? Was it curiosity? Jealousy? Or something deeper, that repressed desire that had been consuming her since last summer, since that fleeting glance that changed everything?Carlos, at the wheel, glanced in th

The silence that followed Brooke's departure was oppressive, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Sofia, crouched in the shadows of the anteroom, felt her heart hammering against her ribs, a frantic rhythm pounding in her temples. The air was thick with a musky scent, a mix of sweat, alcohol, and that heady perfume Brooke wore a hint of artificial vanilla that made her nauseous. She heard the young woman's footsteps fading down the hallway, her muffled voice on the phone, an annoyed murmur: "Dad, what is it? Not now..." Then nothing. Just the distant hum of the music downstairs, and Pedro's steady breathing in the adjacent room.Sofia hesitated, her hands trembling against the cool wall. What was coming over her? Was it the alcohol still flowing through her veins, that sweet cocktail that had softened the edges of the world, making everything bolder, more urgent? Or was it that desire that had been building for months, that forbidden crush eating away at her from the inside l

"Sofia, stop... stop crying," he murmured, his voice trembling, panicked. He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the gray strands as if to punish himself. "Fuck, what just happened? How did you get here? Was it... was it you? All this time?"She nodded, her shoulders shaken by sobs. "Yes... I... I saw Brooke leave, and I... I don't know, Pedro. I'm sorry. I need to tell you something. I... I have feelings for you. Since last summer. I can't help it. Every time I see you, I..."The words came out in a jumbled flood, broken by tears. She felt laid bare, more vulnerable than ever confessing this, here, in a room that still reeked of unfinished desire, was like diving into the unknown without a net. But it was true: those butterflies in her stomach when he smiled, those dreams where he touched her, those stolen glances that made her shiver. It was more than a teenage crush; it was a fire consuming her, taboo and irresistible.Pedro stepped back, as if the words had physically struc