In Love with my Best Friend's Father

eded a break. Closing my laptop and grabbing my stuff which were scattered around the study table, I neatly placed them in my

remembered the first time I got here, I wondered whether people here ever slept or even owned a bed as the streets were always filled with people, just going about their

my thoughts. Unlike the jostling city streets, the convenience store was totally mute, as it was almo

Friday night, the school wasn't offering any meals. Opting to go and eat at the library, I made my way towards the cashier who was lazily scr

ibrary but apparently the universe had other plans for me, as my rather long jour

your mind wasn't even here!' My body froze. That dominant husky

r was I just being delusional. I was getting scared for my heart, as it was beaten so fast I was sure I was going pass out, not forgetting that I couldn't even stare at his eyes that I love so much for more than two minutes as I was so nervous and self-conscious

e top of my head, as my 5 4" height fell short of his 6"2 one. Seeing that I wasn't going to give him an answer, he grabbed my tote bag and pulled out my ramen that I was going to eat

could blink my eyes, I was locked up in the backseat of his SUV, with him beside me barking orders to what appeared to be his chauffer, in a language that I thought would be Italian. I don't speak Italian nor have any understanding of it. In a Jiffy, the vehicle was carefully manoeuvring the streets of London. My brain was in full Panick mode now, trying to get my body to react as it should at the situation. I was seated meekly beside a Greek god of a man whom might have as well stepped out of a high fashion magazine, but that was besides the point. I should do something, I thou

led attempt as I end up looking down at my crocs which were right now the most interesting things I have eve

seconds, he answered. "To eat!" and that was it, before I saw him getting out of the car and rushing to my side to open my door. I was both confused

t shirt, seated at a fancy restaurant which seemed to be designated for the rich and upper class judging by the tuxedo clad butler looking waiter and the heavily clad Chanel head to toe outfits the old white ladies seated right next to us were wearing. I felt so out of place

ws, I might have said something which ended up costing me money. So it was

five minutes ago, was now filled with all sorts of dishes that London had to offer. I was even scared that some of it would end up at t

d by the flabbergasted black girl seated across him not forgetting the nosy white Karens seated across the room wanting to know why a shab

hut and abide to his request. The dazzling smirk that graced his face did not go unnoticed as I picked up my spoon and

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huge plates as there was none but a few leftovers left. The knowing smirk he seemed to be throwing at me also screamed

lking piece of art seated beside me, an awkward silence graced us. After what felt like forever, I decided to swallow my pride and say thank for the m

hanks, and before I could chicken out, I asked him the burni

ore confident and I liked that very much. He sat there silently which made me wonder

you know wh