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Larisa’s pov It was the following day after a highly disappointing night. Should I even call it disappointing? What is going on in my head? As for me, it was disappointing because I didn't get what I wanted. I gave in to my urge and went to Dylan's room with an extra blanket, hoping he would invite me in. Perhaps my excessive infatuation with him had clouded my judgment. How could I have thought that would be possible? Although Taylor was already in his room. Stop entertaining thoughts that won't come to pass. The best I could do was indulge in fantasies whenever I had the chance to catch a glimpse of his face. Leaving my room this morning, I had two missions in mind: to ask Dylan what he would like to eat and to imprint his image in my memory once again. When I reached his room, I knocked twice but received no response. Was he still sleeping at this hour? It was almost 7:30 am. Knocking again yielded no results, so I took the liberty of opening the door. To my surprise, he wasn't
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad Unexpected visit
Larisa’s pov I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Was it all just a dream? When I first heard the knock, I was highly skeptical that it could be Dylan. Even when I saw him standing at the door, I thought he had come for a different reason. But my plans had worked, and when he asked me to spend the night with him instead of his brother, it felt like something out of this world. The touch of his hands on me ignited a fire within, fueled by all the fantasies I had about him. "Why don't you spend the night with me instead of my brother?" he asked. Wanting to conceal my longing for him, I remained silent at first. What thoughts must have raced through his mind during those silent moments? Then, after a while, I finally said, "What are you waiting for..." and that was it. The rest became a blur of passion. I shed all inhibitions, and he quickly undressed himself, as if this was something he had yearned for a long time. As for replacing his brother, I had already replaced him i
Resisting My Best Friend's Dad Left without a word
Larisa's pov "Dylan departed for New York early this morning.""Really?" I exclaimed, my throat drying up and my heart racing simultaneously. The spoon in my hand nearly slipped, but I managed to steady it quickly, fearing that someone might notice my unusual expression. What do I do now? I don't think I can eat anything. My heart feels shattered. Just as I was about to get up, Taylor asked, "Where are you going? You haven't even touched your food." "I'm feeling a bit hungover from the excessive wine I had yesterday. I don't think I can eat anything right now." "Oh dear, I'm sorry," Charlotte responded, her voice filled with empathy. As I stood up, it seemed Taylor sensed that I might not return to the table, and he quickly spoke up, "Mom and Dad, Larisa has been incredibly kind to me since my injury. I've never met anyone as precious as her. I want you to help me thank her." My feet felt rooted to the ground as I wanted to show respect to Taylor's parents, so I waited,
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
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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
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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.
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