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Chapter 24: Filthy Dreams
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2026-11-13 05:54:03
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Myra's POV i had only gone downstairs for a book.sophia had left it in the living room the night before—a reference text i needed for a paper due the following week. the house was quiet in the mid-afternoon, the kind of deep stillness that settled over the mansion when most of its occupants were occupied elsewhere. i expected to collect the book and return upstairs without interruption.instead, i heard voices as i approached the open doorway of the smaller sitting room near the study.sophia's tone was light, familiar. david's was lower, steadier, the same controlled register he used when discussing anything that required his full attention. i slowed without fully deciding to, stopping just short of the entrance where the angle of the wall kept me out of sight.i should have kept walking. i should have announced myself or turned back. eavesdropping was beneath me—i knew that. but something in sophia's voice made me pause. something in the way she said my name."i'm serious," sophia
Claimed By My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy Chapter 24: Filthy Dreams
Myra's POVSleep came eventually, but it brought no rest.I drifted into a dream that felt more real than waking. The study materialized around me—the familiar warmth of the desk lamp, the shelves of leather-bound records, the tall windows holding back the night. But everything was softer, the edges blurred, as though the room had been dipped in gold.David stood near the desk.He wasn't working. He wasn't reviewing documents or signing contracts or doing any of the things that usually occupied his attention. He was simply standing there, looking at me.And his eyes held something I had never seen before.Desire.Not the controlled, measured attention he gave to reports and strategies. Not the professional assessment he offered during our sessions. This was raw. Unfiltered. He was looking at me the way I had always dreamed he might—as though I was the only thing in the room worth seeing."Myra," he said.Just my name. But the way he said it—low, intimate, like a secret—sent heat flood
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