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CHAPTER 419: She Wasn’t Wrong
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Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 419: She Wasn’t Wrong
“Bet the only fucking reason you’re not complaining is ’cause your last exam’s tomorrow,” Riley said as the car rolled through. “You’re basically free.”I laughed under my breath. She wasn’t wrong. The relief of being one exam away from the break sat in my chest like something I could almost relax into — if I ignored the part that came after. Once the last paper was done, there would be no more convenient excuses. My parents would expect me home. Or worse, they would come here. Either way, the careful distance I’d been managing would collapse.“Yeah,” I said. “Lucky me.”The car stopped in front of the house and I stepped out, bag over my shoulder, and then I saw him.Noah was working the soil near the east wall, his sleeves pushed high, smudges of dark soil streaked across his knuckles as he knelt by the flower beds. I stopped without meaning to, one foot still near the car, and watched him for a second longer than I should have.Mr. James clicked his door shut and began walking
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 418: It Felt Safe
It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen it coming. Deep down, some pathetic part of me had known the truth all along. Even as I clamped my fingers around his wrist and pressed my face into his palm, I’d felt the wall going up. Sure, the beach had planted a different kind of hope in me but that was dead now. Noah had erased it with a gentle kiss to my forehead and three quiet words that settled behind my chest like a bruise. Knowing it was coming didn’t make it hurt any less. It hurt like hell, resisting every attempt I made to pack it down, hide it away, and move on. But I carried on anyway. I had to. I don't even remember how I got through the hours following the balcony, but the next morning arrived anyway and I got up, went to class, and came back home. I made small talk when someone addressed me and pretended everything was fine. Through all of it, though, I watched Noah build a wall between us that was impossible to ignore. He completely stopped appearing in the kitchen whenever I wa
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 417: It Was As Simple As That
“You’re not?”“No,” he muttered, pulling the cigarette back to his lips.I took a small breath, deciding to push just a little further. “What about Mr. James, then?”Noah’s forehead creased into a frown. “What?”The sudden shift in his tone sent a wave of nerves through me, making my stomach twist. I rushed to fill the silence before he could misinterpret. “He—he was just worried about my safety, that’s all. That’s why he said what he said yesterday. And honestly, regardless of whatever you two decide, you don't have to worry about me. I’m not going to go around blabbing to anybody.”Noah didn't say a word and stood there in silence, taking a long pull from his cigarette while letting me stew in my own awkwardness.“I don’t know what kind of drama you think is going on,” he finally said, his voice level as he tapped the ash off his cigarette, “but James and I are fine. He just had some shit to deal with tonight. That’s the only reason he’s not at the table.”“Oh... okay.”I stayed qui
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 416: That Was YOU?
The afternoon dragged on, but at least it went off smoothly.I showered first, standing under the water until some of the fog in my head started to clear, even though every time I closed my eyes I got another flash of yesterday.How embarrassing.By late afternoon I had most of it in order. And when I finally went downstairs, Celeste only took one look at me, grinned and said I cleaned up better than expected. Damian on the other hand, couldn’t quite meet my eyes, which told me enough. But at least one person found it funny.Even if I didn’t.I walked to the kitchen because dinner still had to get made, hangover or not. Ruth was already there when I walked in, and she didn’t comment on the state of me beyond a short glance and a pointed nod toward a bowl. I washed my hands, and started working. It was easier than sitting alone in my room replaying the parts I did remember anyway.But whatever little comfort I’d found in kitchen prep evaporated the second we sat down for dinner.The
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 415: Mild Contrite Surrender
I couldn’t hold on to any of it. “…how many did she—” “I didn’t think she’d—” “—get her in the—” The words slid off me as I tried to stand on my own, but my knees didn’t agree, and heat rushed up my neck as the light continued to burn too bright. Then it wasn’t, because someone had stepped in front of it. Before I could figure out who it was, arms swept under my legs and across my back, lifting me off the floor like I don’t weigh a thing. I made some embarrassed, half-baked sound of protest, but I didn't have the strength to fight it and before i knew it, my forehead dropped against whoever’s shoulder it was. The world kept bouncing with each step and all I caught was the distinct smell of vomit and salt and then nothing. Sleep took me like a door slamming shut. I woke up once, somewhere in the middle of the night, inside a moving car. The vinyl seat was blessed and ice-cold against my burning cheek, and the low, muffled rumble of the engine vibrated through my ribs. Someone
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 414: Wait—
The bartender set two glasses on the sticky wood. It was pale and slush-thick, topped with a fringe of white foam, they released a bright burst of tart and sweet citrus that hit my nose before my hand even left my lap. Riley’s finger nudged the condensation-slick glass toward me. “Can you actually hold your liquor?” she asked, tilting her head. “Yes.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. My only real baseline was that day with Noah, but that hardly counted. His drink had been neat, and dark so it was no surprise that a single sip was enough to scorch my throat. But this was different. It was a tropical drink at a loud beach bar. Taking one glass wouldn't kill me. Those were my last reasonable words of the afternoon. I took a cautious sip, bracing for the worst, but it was surprisingly sweet. It has a bright, icy blend that completely hid whatever heavy spirit was tucked inside. It slid down without a fight, barely leaving a trace of a burn. A little surprised, I found myself taking anothe
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