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Chapter 38 We are sick
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But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 38 We are sick
***Olivia's POV***The silence in the stall was deafening, broken only the synchronized hitch of our breathing. Chandler’s hand slowly slid from my throat, but he didn't pull away. He kept me pinned to his chest, his heart hammering against my shoulder blades. I was shaking, vibrating with a terrifying aftershock of my orgasm. My dress was twisted, my skin was damp from sweat, and the reality of where I was, and who I was with, started to settle. "Let's get out of here," he whispered in my ear. I scrambled off his lap, my legs nearly giving out the moment my feet hit the tiled floor. I fumbled with my panties, my fingers trembling so violently I could barely fix my dress. I felt sick. I felt like I was going to vomit right there. "Drake," I whispered, the name tasting like a sin. "He’s... he’s right out there... and I just... oh god." Chandler stood up, his massive frame making the stall feel like a coffin. He adjusted his polo, his face shifting back into that mask of ind
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 37 Come for me, darling
***Olivia's POV***"You like the attention, don't you?" he rasped against the shell of my ear, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that made my spine tingle. "You like knowing every man out there wants a piece of you." "Let me go," I whispered, but it lacked any real conviction. The way he was holding me, brutal and rough was doing something to my pulse that made my head spin. I heard the door to the restroom swing open again. More footsteps. More drunken laughter. Chandler’s grip tightened instantly. Suddenly, he reached down and hooked his arm under my knees, hauling my legs up high until I my dress was draped open across his lap. I let out a soft, broken gasp, my fingers digging into his pants, he used his other arm to pin me back against him. He didn't wait. He removed his hand on my mouth and I gasped quietly for breath, his free hand now sliding beneath my dress, his fingers reaching the moisture in my panties. "C-chand...ler..." I whimpered when he pressed his fingers
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 36 Out of your mind
***Olivia's POV***I couldn't believe it. I actually couldn't believe he was standing here, in this filthy hallway, looking at me with those dark eyes. He had followed me. He had actually stalked me to a club at midnight like some kind of obsessed lunatic. The mask of indifference I've been practicing for days was stripped away, replaced by a white-hot rage. "You’re sick," I spat, my voice shaking. "Do you know that? You are actually out of your mind." I saw a group of my friends laughing and heading our way from the dance floor. If they saw him, if Drake saw us like this, everything would shatter. Without thinking, I grabbed his black polo shirt and hauled him to the men's restroom which was empty for now, smelling of piss and alcohol. I slammed the door shut and turned to him, my hands curled into fists. "What is wrong with you?" I shrieked, the bass from the club thumping through the walls and into my skull. "You followed me? You tracked me here? Who do you think you are
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 35 Stalker
***Chandler's POV*** I had my security team wire a tracker to her car while. I told myself it was for her safety. I told myself I was just fulfilling my promise to her father, to look after her. I told myself it's because she was ruining her life. I was lying to a dead man. When the notification pinged on my phone at 11:30 PM, I was already in my car, the engine idling. She was sneaking out. I followed the pulsing red dot on my screen, keeping a three car distance, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard as I watched her car maneuvered. She led me to a club downtown, a place far too loud and far too filthy for someone like her. I parked across the street, watching through the windshield as she climbed out of her car. She was wearing a dark blue dress that was little more than a whisper of silk, shimmering under the lights. Her friends and that boy was waiting by the entrance. The second she saw him, she didn't hesitate. She jumped into his arms, her arms hooking aroun
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 34 Unjustified hunger
***Chandler's POV***The days that followed were a quiet montage. Olivia didn't just avoid me, she treated me like a stranger in my own home. If I entered a room, she was already on her way out. If our eyes met over the breakfast or dinner, she’d look through me with a cold, terrifying indifference that made the memory of her moaning my name feel like a fever dream. I spent my nights in the office, drowning myself in work, keeping my mind occupied and away from the memory of her bent for me, her white pale skin that looked too good with my hands prints on it. Then the rule-breaking started. The first night, she was ten minutes past her new eleven o'clock curfew. I stood at the top of the stairs, my jaw tight, watching her slip through the front door. She didn't look scared. She looked... satisfied. The second night, it was thirty minutes. The third night, it was an hour. Until she didn't go home sometimes. I watched from the balcony of the stairs as she stepped into the foyer,
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 33 It was all an illusion
***Olivia's POV***I reached back with a steady hand, smoothing my skirt over my thighs with a slow and calm motion, though my heart was still hammering against my ribs. I sat up, brushing a stray curl behind my ear. I didn't look at him. I didn't look at the couch. I just looked at the stairs behind him. "You should probably get back to work," I said, my voice coming out flat, almost bored. Chandler was adjusting his cuffs, his movements precise, his expression as unreadable as mine. He didn't look like a man who had just dry hump me, he looked like a man who had just finished doing a chore. "I think I’ll take a shower first," he replied. I finally looked at him, and for a split second, my mask slipped. My eyes dropped to the front of his pants. There was a visible, dark dampness spreading across the fabric... an undeniable mark of how I wet I was and my orgasm. Heat flared in my cheeks, and I quickly looked down at my own lap. My skirt was hiked up a little, and there,
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