Chapter 4 When Eyes Met.
Chapter 4
Jaxon’s POV
"Daddy, I'll be leaving now to go pick Nancy up from the airport.”
Diana's face popped through the small opening between the door and its frame.
“Is it time?" I asked as I arranged the stack of documents on my table.
"I want to be there early.” She replied.
I stood to my feet. " Hold on, I'll change into new clothes and go with you.”
Diana nodded, while I walked out of the study room into my room.
With every step I took, my body anticipated her coming. It seemed I was more excited than Diana was.
I stepped into my room and began searching for the perfect outfit.
Two days ago, Diana had come to remind me of her one friend who lived back in New Jersey, Nancy.
"She'll be coming for a vacation.” She announced.
Even though school was now in session, I didn't argue. I agreed without a second thought. I knew how they loved each other. And how our sudden relocation affected the two girls. They were inseparable.
But when I came to check on Diana before finally going to bed around 12 a.m like I always do, I saw her phone vibrating.
She was already asleep.
I was going to switch the phone off, but the picture on the screen caught my attention.
A young girl, she wore a black gown that hugged her figure so well from her upper body to her waist, then fell down to her upper thighs.
Her fingers dipped into her hair, her eyes squinted, and a lazy smile rested at the side of her lips as she posed for the camera.
She looked like a fucking perfect model.
Then the name—-
Nancy.
I shook my head. That cannot be the Nancy of six years ago.
Pushing all these thoughts to the side, I answered the call.
The urgency in her voice caused my heart to ache. I looked down at Diana who was still asleep—and walked out of the room with her phone in my ears.
I helped her calmly and once I knew she had gotten to the airport, I hung up.
I pulled out my phone and dialed a number,
“I want you to check someone for me."
I couldn't sleep that night, until I knew she was safe. So when Diana came to tell me she was heading to the airport to pick up her best friend, I knew I had to tag along.
My breath hitched when I saw her from afar.
I tried to keep my composure.
She was my daughter's best friend.
But when she told me that I looked good, my eyes locked on hers. Did she feel it too—the forbidden electricity that ran through my spine as I hugged her?
Throughout the ride, Diana kept talking and telling jokes and stories.
Nancy spoke less. Guess she was tired.
But every time, our eyes would meet at the rearview mirror— then she would turn her gaze back to Diana.
When we got to the house, they both came out. Diana pulled Nancy away,
“Let me show you to your room."
While I went to the trunk and carried her bag.
Diana had spent a lot of money decorating her room. She wanted it to be just like hers but with Nancy's favourite colour, Purple.
My phone vibrated in my pocket so I dropped the bag on the couch in the living room. And pulled my phone out.
"Boss, the ceremony is in four months. Have you found anything?”
My face darkened.
“Nothing yet.” I pressed the phone to my ear, "Four months is enough…."
I was going to say more, but I heard the sound of the door closing.
Diana rushed downstairs. Her eyes filled with so much excitement, my lips curved into a smile.
" Father, I will be back. I forgot to get something for Nancy."
Before I could speak, she dashed out of the house.
I sighed and dropped my phone on the couch before picking up her bag and walking up the stairs.
The door was slightly open.
I knocked on the door and she answered,
" C’mon in…"
I pushed the door open and regretted it immediately.
“...Diana…”
I froze at the door... I stared at the woman in front of me. My throat ran dry and words escaped me.
Nancy.
Standing there with nothing but undies and wide-eyed panic.
She quickly covered her chest with her hands as if returning to her senses.
I quickly looked away, feeling a familiar stirring in my pants.
" I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were… I thought you invited me in."
Yet, the way I mentioned ‘invited’ made my dick twitch.
What was wrong with me?
That's my daughter's best friend for fuck sake!
"I'm—I'm sorry."
I quickly closed the door.
My breath hitched.
Even though she was in that room and I was out here, my brain had captured the scene in my head. I shook my head trying to shake it off.
Off-limit.
Wrong.
But all that was useless as I walked far away from that door as if it were forbidden.
What the hell did I just do?!