My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 39

Enora:

The shower was refreshing. I had tossed my clothes into the laundry basket and my ripped underwear lay limp on the bathroom sink—a memento of the crazy experience I had just had. My sex still tingled and throbbed. The good kind, though.

I could still hear his voice in my ears. The way he called my name and glorified my body.I had nevr felt prettier. It was enough to make me feel like a goddess.

My lips tugged at the sides. I hoped the dry cleaning lady wouldn’t think anything of my clothes. I had always done my laundry on my own and frankly, this wouldn’t have been a problem.

As I got out of the shower, my cool thoughts were interrupted and I was in slight disarray. Did I forgive him too easily?

I wasn’t even in the right headspace. He was touching me and I wasn’t thinking straight and everything was out of control.

I plopped myself down on the bed and dried myself off. I was such a fool. He kissed me and I forgave him. That was it.

My hand smacked my forehead. I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or not.

“You were miserable without him,” my inner voice added as I pulled some new casual clothes over my head. “You were moody and you frankly weren’t happy. Maybe this is good.”

A sigh escaped my lips. It was little comfort but maybe it was right. I hugged myself tightly and stood in the mirror. I was so tied to Mr. Wright. My heart felt so…empty…without him.

“What’s that smell?”

A spicy scent filled the air and I sneezed a little. It was then that my eyes opened wide. The food!

I pulled on an oversized shirt and pants and dashed out of my room. Fuck! How could I have been so careless? Did I really leave the cooker on and…

My feet planted firmly beneath me, bringing me to a halt. I was dumbstruck.

“Hello, Enora. Good that you could finally make it.”

He had a smile on his face and gestured to the high stool on the opposite side of the table. Speechless, I sat down and stared at the stir-fried past that had been set out on the prettiest set of China that I had ever seen. I sniffed the air again. There was no burning smell and the spiciness…it came from the food.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” he asked casually, acting like he hadn’t done anything. There was actually nothing to be mad about but I chose to scowl.

“I thought you said that you didn’t know your way around the kitchen,” I said accusingly, looking from him to the perfectly made plate of pasta and back.

“I don’t. But I did say that this dish is one of my daughter’s favorites and I have picked up the recipe from her over the years.

It was difficult trying not to smile and roll my eyes. There was always a new surprise with this man. I loved it and I hated it at the same time. I was spellbound.

“You should eat up before the food gets cold,” he urged, before taking a forkful. I obliged. It would be funny to know that the powerful businessman that I worked for had screwed up his daughter’s…

Holy crap!

I nearly dropped the fork. It was like I had been revealed all the secrets of the universe in one bite. My palate cried and laughed at the same time. The pasta…it was…perfect! Through the corner of my eye, I caught the proud look on his face as he continued to eat. He was such a liar and here I thought that he was a terrible cook. He made it seem like he was.

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