Tyler's pov As Charlotte entered my room, I turned my gaze towards the door and my phone slipped from my hand. Luckily, it fell onto the bed, and she didn't notice the effect her presence had on me and my heart suddenly pounded. My mind was filled with various thoughts. Does she dress like this at home? Doesn't she realize how her stunning beauty affects me? Should I make a move on her? Is just the two of us at home. But the consequences could be severe now that my wife has left and Ava has promised to return to me later today. Why can't I control myself whenever I see her cleavage? She probably sees me as a father figure, so why can't I see her as my daughter? "Sir, how was your night?" Charlotte interrupted my thoughts, and I needed to shake off my sexual thoughts before I could respond. "What did you say?" I asked, my mind going blank. She came closer and repeated her question. "I said, sir, how was your night?" "Sir? No, call me by my name." I replied. "I feel uncomfor
Charlotte's pov Why does it always happen to me? Why is it that the person I love doesn't love me back? Tyler, whom I've secretly loved, has introduced me to his younger brother who I have ever met. When I think about what happened in Tyler's room, I feel unlovable. Initially, I thought he was falling for me. I could see it in his eyes and the way he looked at me. I didn't realize his intentions were deceptive. Was he showing me care just so I would agree to date his younger brother? I've decided not to date younger guys. I don't want to experience the same feelings I had for Harry. This feels like a heartbreak in secret, and this time, only I can understand and know what I've been through and there is no way I can explain this to Ava or any other person. Tyler didn't even chase after me when I left his room. He left me in pain to fend for myself. If he truly cared, he would have run after me and tried to make things right, especially since we were the only ones in the house. I wa
Author's pov The day became much brighter when Brenda left her parents' house to meet Danielle, her childhood friend whom she had always been close to. They had a great bond, which is why Brenda didn't hesitate to call her and knew that her spontaneous visit wouldn't upset Danielle. Brenda had one thing on her mind: being with Danielle would help ease her anxiety, and their conversations and laughter would provide comfort as it has always done. Danielle lived in her own house, so Brenda planned to spend one or two nights there before going to her own place. As Brenda arrived in front of Danielle's house, she honked her car horn twice before stepping out of the car. She rummaged through her handbag, knowing that Danielle had given her a spare key to enter her house when she wasn't around. Brenda thought Danielle might still be sleeping that morning and didn't want to disturb her. As she approached the front door, her hand found the silver key, and she confidently stood in front of
Author's pov Charlotte left the kitchen, still wearing the apron Tyler had given her, and made her way to the sitting room to open the door for Ava. As soon as Ava heard the key turning in the lock, she stopped knocking, and Charlotte was the one who grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. "Welcome, Ava," Charlotte greeted her with a light embrace. "Did you see your mom?" she asked. "No, but we talked on the phone. By the time I arrived at my grandparents' house, she had already left. But we had a conversation, and I felt somewhat satisfied with what she told me." Ava spoke impulsively, raising her voice as she noticed they were taking a while to stand in the sitting room. "I thought you were cooking. Won't it burn? Let's go to the kitchen." Unknowingly to Ava, her dad was the one cooking. They left the sitting room and headed to the kitchen. As soon as they entered, Ava was taken aback to see her dad wearing an apron and staring at something in the frying pan. "What? Dad?
Author's pov On the same day, Brenda visited her friend Danielle at noon. Luke drove his car and stopped in front of a bar. Still inside his car, he took out his phone and called Aiden, his closest friend. He was wearing strip sleeves and dark eyeglasses. "Hi Aiden, where are you?" Luke asked. "I'm already at the bar, talking to one of the female bartenders. Where are you?" Aiden replied. "I'm about to get out of my car." "Okay, I'm waiting," Aiden responded. As Luke stopped in front of the bar, a security guard assumed he didn't know where to park and approached his car. The uniformed man pointed to an available parking spot, indicating that Luke could park there. Luke followed the directions, parked his car, and got out. "Thanks!" Luke waved his right hand at the security guard and entered the bar. A few seconds later, he found Aiden. "Aiden..."Aiden turned and they shook hands. Aiden was already engrossed in a deep conversation with someone. "When are you closing?"
Charlotte's pov The moment I saw the message on the dating app saying, "Dear Susan, we apologize..." I immediately closed it. I knew something had gone terribly wrong. Those weren't the words they used in their initial message to me. Then It said, "Dear Susan, congratulations..." Changing "congratulations" to "apologies" indicated that there was a major twist from what I was expecting. My mind was flooded with thoughts. Did they reject my application? What went wrong? Did they pair me with an older man despite me specifying the serial number of the man I had initially met? Why did they break my heart? Does this mean I can't travel anymore? I couldn't just leave the dining table or retreat to my room while Ava and Tyler were waiting for me. However, I didn't want to read the message at the table. I didn't know how I would react. The message from the dating app felt like a romantic message from someone I deeply loved. Its content would have a profound impact on me, both emotionall
Tyler's pov "Dad, you look so excited. What's going on?" Ava asked me after Charlotte had left the dining table, teasing me playfully. How could I not be happy when I was about to meet someone so intriguing? All I needed to do was open the message still on my phone. I purposely postponed reading it because I was afraid it would overwhelm me with emotions. And the thought of it seemed like the day I would finally meet that beautiful young lady. "Dad, you haven't answered my question. You seem really happy. Don't tell me it's because Mum has left home?" Ava asked. "No, no, no," I shook my head and I didn't want to give that impression. "Then why are you so happy?" "If I told you, you wouldn't believe it," I replied. "Tell me, I want to know." She stopped eating and focused on me. "I'm happy because the meal I cooked turned out delicious and was well-received. I hope you know that if your mum were here, she wouldn't appreciate my effort. You know how she reacts to anything
Tyler's pov "Dad?" Ava called my name again, and this time I immediately held Charlotte's hand and asked, "Charlotte, are you feeling alright?"However, there was a noticeable difference in how I felt when I touched Charlotte's hand with Ava around and when Ava wasn't present. I didn't experience the same sensations as before. "She's perfectly fine. I know what's wrong with her," Ava said. "What's wrong with her?" I turned to face Ava, hoping she would give me some insight. "Don't worry, Dad," she replied, and to my surprise, both Charlotte and Ava burst into laughter. "What's going on?" I asked, and Ava responded, "Dad, it's a little secret between me and Charlotte. Don't worry. She'll be fine when we go out and come back late, or maybe by tomorrow morning." "You ladies and your secrets," I said, and they laughed again. "Charlotte, get up," Ava said, and in my presence, she held a dress on herself and she said, "You really need to try on this dress and see how it