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Resisting My Best Friend's Dad What are you hiding?
Taylor’s pov Upon finding Larisa asleep on the bed, I noticed a nearly empty bottle of wine on the floor near her bed and also an empty glass cup. Curiosity piqued, and without wasting time, I picked up the bottle and took a sniff, immediately detecting a strong alcoholic aroma and even before sniffing it, I could perceive the aroma. "This must be a very strong wine," I murmured, feeling upset because everyone believed Larisa had retired to her room for some rest and recovery from the alcohol she drank at the event yesterday. When did she start behaving like this? If I were to reprimand her, she would accuse me of the same misconduct. Anger arose inside me as she had disrupted my plans of coming to take her to my parents. In secret, I confided in my brother and parents about my intention to propose to her soon. My mother expressed her desire to have a conversation with Larisa before they departed from the hotel. How could I inform them that the person who claimed to be experi
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad Uncontroled emotional anger
Larisa’s pov There was an indescribable tension in my heart the moment Taylor pointed at Dylan's wristwatch. All my stubbornness vanished instantly, as if Taylor had uncovered everything we had done the previous night. My suspicions arose when I woke up to find my phone in his hand and later discovered that it was Dylan, his twin brother who had called. Then Taylor repeatedly questioned me about what I was hiding. During that time, I felt immense sadness, knowing that Dylan had left and I might never see him again. With a worried heart and restless soul, the wristwatch entered the scene. For the first few seconds, I was at a loss. If Taylor could read my mind, he would have sensed the rise in my blood pressure, coursing through my veins. Still contemplating, Taylor, thinking I was still half-asleep, unintentionally helped me with his next statement. "You must have forgotten to give Dylan back his wristwatch. Was it weighing his hand down while he was dancing?" He chuckled. Tha
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad Where can I sleep then?
Author's pov Gianna sat in her office chair, tapping her fingers on the desk anxiously. Dressed in a sleek black suit, worry filled her eyes. They darted around the room, unable to settle on one spot. Suddenly, her phone beeped, and she quickly grabbed it, hoping for a particular message. But what she saw wasn't what she expected. Startled, she dropped her phone on the desk and stood up. Despite her professional dress, Gianna's youthful figure couldn't be concealed. She was tall, in her early twenties, and her hips subtly caught the attention of who looked at her. Checking her wristwatch, she realized it was almost break time. She gave her legs a firm tap on the floor before leaving her office and heading straight into a colleague's workspace, not bothering to knock. "Sarah, when did you last see Dylan?" Gianna asked urgently. Sarah sighed, accustomed to this question. "How many times do I have to tell you, Dylan went to his parents' anniversary. Didn't he ask you to join hi
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad What if Larisa is the one who opens the door?
Author’s pov "Could you please repeat what you said on the phone? I didn't quite catch it at first. Are you really breaking up with Taylor?" Bridget asked. It was evening, and Larisa and Bridget had finished their respective work for the day. Bridget worked as a secretary at a law firm, while Larisa was a sales representative for a pharmaceutical company. They were sitting at a bar, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table between them. "How many times do I have to say it? I am breaking up with Taylor. I'm tired and I've made up my mind. If he were truly attentive, he would have noticed that I've already left him. Every time he asked for sex, I would come up with excuses. It's been a long time we had love," Larisa said solemnly, and silence filled the air as they looked at each other's eyes. "Are you absolutely sure about this? Taylor is the dream of every woman. He's handsome, charming, and wealthy enough to take care of any woman he desires. Please, reconsider this de
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad It works as expected
Bridget’s pov "Who's at the door?" Taylor asked, and I could hear approaching footsteps."It's Brigdet," I responded, hesitating briefly as the door swung open. Hearing his voice brought immense relief, dispelling the worries that had occupied my mind on the way to the front door. I took a deep breath. "What?" I exclaimed, pointing to her bandaged leg. "What happened to you?" I crouched down and gently touched her injured leg. We remained at the doorway as I asked again. "What happened to you?" "Didn't your friend inform you?" he queried, clutching his crutches. "She did, but I thought it was a minor injury. I didn't expect it to require crutches," I replied, lifting my gaze and contemplating entering the living room. "Where is Larisa?" I lowered my voice. Taylor stepped aside, granting me access into the house. It felt like a small victory. "Larisa?" I called out once more, hoping for a response that I knew wouldn't come, yet simultaneously praying it wouldn't be true.
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad Capturing his heart
Author’s pov Bridget went inside to take her bath and used Taylor's master bedroom bathroom. Her time with Taylor had made her feel comfortable, and her perception of him had shifted. She believed she had captured Taylor's heart and had the power to do as she pleased.Inside the bathroom, there was a mirror. After finishing her bath, Bridget stood in front of the mirror and admired herself. She playfully swayed her ample breasts, thinking to herself, "I wonder if he'll fall for me because of this? I could see him stealing glances at my breasts when I first entered the house." Bridget emerged from the bathroom wearing Taylor's white boxers. Instead of his shirt, she opted for his white singlet, which accentuated her breasts from various angles. The edges near her armpits, her cleavage, and her nipples were prominently displayed.With a joyful and confident demeanor, Bridget returned to the living room to join Taylor. As she walked, her breasts swayed with each step she took. Whe
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad Talk to me now
Larisa's pov Since I informed my mother about my decision to leave Taylor on the very evening I arrived at her house, her expression clearly indicated her dissatisfaction with my choice. Her initial response was to urge me to reconsider, and I distinctly recalled her only statement: "Larisa, there are hardly any relationships without their ups and downs." She skillfully changed the subject, successfully diverting my attention. The next day, before heading to work and right after breakfast, she asked, "My sweetheart, how is Taylor?" "Mum, the last time I saw and heard from him, he was fine, and his leg was improving." "You mean the last time? What about last night? Didn't you hear from him?" "How many times must I reiterate that I refuse to answer his calls? When I informed you that I had made up my mind to end our relationship, you didn't take me seriously." "Larisa, isn't this the same Taylor you always spoke highly of whenever I inquired about him some months ago?"
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad I went back
Larisa's pov I wonder why my mom would go and meet Taylor at his house. What could they have discussed? My mom seriously suggested that I should go back to Taylor. I know it's because of the help he provided when she was seriously ill. Will I always be the one making sacrifices in this situation? I can't bear it. I found myself talking to myself in my office when suddenly I felt a strong urge to talk to Dylan again. This feeling was so intense that I had no choice but to give in to it. It has been happening for several weeks now, and every day I can't stop thinking about Dylan. However, Dylan remains stubborn about our relationship, though he can't say no to it. What is he afraid of? I took out my phone and dialed his number. Even before he answered, I couldn't help but smile. But in every call, I find myself accusing him of something he did to me. "Hello, honey. How was your night? When will you invite me to New York?" "My Dear," he paused. "Why are you afraid of your bro
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