MasukZander's POVCompany policy was clear. The top-performing intern shadowed the CEO, and Kiara had earned it. I couldn't deny her the opportunity because I found her attractive.So why did it feel like I'd just locked myself in a cage with a lit match and a tank of gasoline?My fingers drummed against the armrest.I'd maintained strict professional boundaries for five years. I could do it for the next three months. I'd keep my distance, treat her like any other intern, and focus on the work.A knock at my door pulled me from the spiral of justification I'd been running through since dawn."Come in."Jenna stepped inside without waiting for further invitation."Good morning, Mr. Creed." She crossed the office, stopping in front of my desk. One of my senior executives and the head of advertising, she'd been with the company for over ten years and had proven herself capable, if occasionally too ambitious for her own good."Jenna." I set down my pen. "What can I do for you?""I wanted to ta
Kiara's POVI fastened the last button on my blouse and stepped back from the mirror. Today was the internship I had spent months preparing for.What I never imagined was that Zander Creed, my father's best friend, the man who kissed me like he wanted to devour me before pushing me away, would be my boss and the man whose house I was living in.I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, excitement and fear twisting inside me.This was the opportunity I had worked for, but spending eight hours a day under Zander's scrutiny made me nervous.He was already outside, leaning against a sleek black sedan with his attention fixed on his phone.When he looked up, his gaze swept over me, emotionless."Good morning," I offered, forcing brightness into my voice. He was going to be my boss now. I had to be professional.I could handle this.He gave me a curt nod, his expression stern. "Morning."A driver stood by the car, a man in his thirties with kind eyes and a welcoming smile.He stepped forward,
Kiara's POV"I never said that." The words came out harsher than I intended. "And you should never refer to yourself that way.""Then why are you treating me like one?""I'm not treating you like anything. I'm simply ensuring that you maintain discipline while you're under my care.""Discipline." She laughed, the sound bitter. "Forgive me if I don't believe that, considering you've been judging me based on one mistake.""I'm introducing you to the consequences of your actions.""My actions." Her voice rose again. "My father told you I was a good girl, didn't he? And you're disappointed because I didn't meet your expectations. Because good girls don't go to clubs and kiss strangers."The mention of Jonathan's words twisted inside me."Your father did say you were a good girl. I didn't expect this kind of pushback from someone who...""Stop calling me that." She rolled her eyes at me. "I have never called myself a good girl, and I'll tell you what I told my father. I don't like that nam
Zander's POVKiara Donovan’s name was at the top of the list.I scrolled down through the interview scores, then opened the assessment attached to her application. Highest overall ranking, excellent references, and a recommendation that left very little room for discussion.Jonathan had been right.I’d dismissed that as a father’s confidence in his daughter. Apparently, he’d known exactly what he was talking about.I rested my elbow on the desk and rubbed a hand over my mouth.One phone call would have removed her from consideration. I hadn’t made it. Whatever my reasons for wanting her elsewhere, taking an opportunity she’d earned would have been cruel, and Jonathan deserved better than a friend who punished his daughter for his own lack of restraint.So I’d left the process alone and hoped she wouldn’t qualify.She’d finished first.I shut the laptop harder than necessary.One reckless night didn’t make Kiara irresponsible. Maybe she'd just wanted to let loose for one night. It didn
Kiara’s POVHis eyes moved to my mouth again before returning to mine, and he withdrew his hand from the table.“Your father trusts me to look after you.”I didn’t need the reminder, especially from a man who had already given us both a reason to feel guilty.“I know exactly who you are to my father.”“Then you should understand why there are boundaries.”I lowered my eyes to the folder long enough to stop myself from asking where those boundaries had been when he kissed me.When I looked up again, he was still watching me.“I understand boundaries, Mr. Creed. I just think everyone should be expected to respect them.”He drew his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, then sat back and glanced toward Ivy.I pulled my attention back to the pages, annoyed that I’d noticed. Even while I was angry with him, part of me wanted him to look at me again.Ivy looked from my face to his, her eyebrows drawing together as she slowly lowered her fork to her plate.“Guys.”I turned toward her, an
Kiara's POVMy fingers stopped around the backrest, and I turned toward him.“Seven. I’m sorry. I fell asleep while I was resting.”His gaze moved briefly to the clock before returning to me. Neither he nor Ivy had food on their plates, and the serving dishes hadn’t been brought out yet.They had been waiting for me.“Dinner starts at seven, Kiara. Not a minute after.”“Dad.” Ivy lowered her phone, which she’d just picked up again. “She just moved in. Give her time to adjust.”His eyes narrowed as he turned toward her.“You didn’t let me finish.”I remained standing beside the chair while Ivy sat back, pressing her lips together.“I’ll let this go, just tonight.” His attention returned to me. “Every Friday, we have a compulsory family dinner at seven. I expect both of you to be here on time.”I tightened my grip on the chair, then loosened it before he could notice.I’d apologised. There was no need to keep me standing here while he explained how a clock worked.Dad had placed me unde
Kiara's POVThe room was dim.Only a small lamp in the corner cast a soft glow across the space. The hotel suite was massive and expensive. Everything about it portrayed wealth and power.He carried me inside, his arms strong around me. I felt weightless against his chest, my head resting on his sh
Kiara's POVOh shit.I stood a few meters away from the club, phone pressed to my ear. Lisa's number went straight to voicemail. I tried Amy next. Same thing.Earlier, I'd searched everywhere inside the club. The dance floor, the bathrooms, even near the bar. Finally, I'd asked the bartender about
Kiara's POVMy heart pounded uncontrollably.The sexy man I'd kissed had cleared out the entire VIP section with just a wave of his fingers. I'd marveled at how much power he had, how everyone obeyed without question. And now we were all alone.This was Lisa's fault for daring me, but I couldn't le
A standalone novel from the Daddy Series. 🌶🌶If you enjoyed my book Falling For My Ex's Dad, then you would love this even more. Forbidden love. Love triangles. Passion. Obsession. And a dangerous addiction that threatens to consume them both. Kiara's POV "Shots! Shots! Shots!" Lisa sla







