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Make Me Yours, Daddy -042-
~*JUNE*~My mind is a fucking mess right now.No matter how hard I try to force my thoughts elsewhere, my brain keeps dragging me right back to my encounter with Stephan.And, honestly? I can't even figure out why.Come to think of it, he seemed like a nice guy. At least, that's the impression he gave.Still... there was something about him that didn't sit right with me.I can't explain it.It wasn't anything obvious, just this strange, dangerous feeling that slipped under my skin and refused to leave, coiling deep inside me like a snake waiting for the right moment to strike.And it was there in the details, too—in the way his jaw tightened the exact second I mentioned the company, in the coldness of a smile that never quite reached his eyes.He looked at me like he was already ten steps ahead—like he was masterminding a game I didn't even know we were playing.Or maybe I’m just overthinking it.Maybe my brain is doing that thing it always does, twisting perfectly normal interactions
Make Me Yours, Daddy -041-
~*JUNE*~Why did my heart just stutter when Stephan said those words?His breath lingers against my skin for a split second before he pulls back, just enough for our eyes to meet. His grey eyes remain fixed on mine, searching my face for a reaction."Okay?"The word comes out as a question, because that's exactly what it is.Confusion prickles quietly at the edges of my mind, leaving me completely off balance.Why is he telling me this?And what, exactly, am I supposed to do with that information?"So, where are you headed?" he says, as though he hadn't just given me completely unnecessary information and scrambled my brain in the process."Work.""Where do you work at?""Macaulay Media Group."The instant the words leave my mouth, something in his expression changes. His nostrils flare. His jaw tightens, the muscles flexing beneath his skin.Then, just as quickly, he smooths it over with a smile—wide, bright, and unmistakably fake."Interesting." His tone drops, hollow and measured. "
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~*JUNE*~My throat tightens, and I nearly choke on the words as I stare at him. "Your name is Stephan Macaulay?"He nods, his smile faltering just a fraction. "Yes, it is."I swallow hard, even as my pulse starts auditioning for a drum solo. "Your last name... it..."He tilts his head, his grey eyes narrowing with curiosity."It's what?" he prompts gently.I draw a slow breath, forcing the words past the tight knot in my throat. "Your last name is so familiar. Are…" I hesitate. "Are you... related to Mr. Tristan Macaulay?""Yes. I'm his half-brother." His words slice through the air, clean and sharp.And then it clicks.The eyes. The face. The sharp cut of his jaw. The straight line of his nose.How did I not put it together before?Stephan looks so much—too much—like Mr. Macaulay.My gaze lingers, tracing every familiar feature. The resemblance is impossible to ignore. They could almost pass for twins.Yet, as I look closer, the subtle differences begin to emerge.Stephan's hair is a
Make Me Yours, Daddy -039-
~*JUNE*~I stand in front of a shop with a signboard that reads 'Infinity Sex Toys' in bold, glowing letters.That's a weird name for a shop, by the way.Fuck. What the hell am I even doing here?Oh, right.Tyler practically dragged me here.The moment I told him about my constant wet dreams, he'd nodded like some self-appointed therapist who'd just diagnosed the problem and confidently declared he knew the cure.Which is how I’ve ended up here. Standing outside a sex shop at eight in the morning, staring up at a neon sign and questioning every single life choice that led me to this exact moment.Today is one of those days I seriously regret telling Tyler anything."Let's go in, June." His voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, bright and far too enthusiastic for the situation.I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping in defeat. "This is a bad idea.""No, it's not." He waves a dismissive hand, already making his way toward the door like he owns the place.I glance at my watch,
Make Me Yours, Daddy -038-
—•TRISTAN•—I open my mouth to answer—"She's the girl who's got your cousin having wet dreams and acting like a bloody sixteen-year-old with his first crush," Sammie chimes in.Jason whips around to face me, twisting on the leather seat. His eyes widen, and a grin of pure, unfiltered delight spreads across his face. "No fucking way.""Yes, fucking way," Sammie says, nodding solemnly as though he's delivering some profound truth.Jason grabs my shoulder and gives it a shake, his grip unsteady but full of enthusiasm. "Bloody hell. At least… now we know your cock still works."Sammie throws his head back and laughs, loud and sharp, and Jason immediately joins in.The two of them cackle like they've just heard the greatest joke ever told.Sammie leans forward, and the women draped against him move with him, their hands wandering over his shoulders and down his arms.It’s an eyesore, watching them trace the lines of his muscles as if claiming their territory."Seriously, mate," Sammie say
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—•TRISTAN•—The bass from 049 Club pounds through the floor, a deep, relentless pulse that vibrates up my legs as I push open the door to the VIP section.Inside, the air is thick with expensive champagne and too much cologne, while dim amber lights gleam off the rows of bottles lined across the tables like soldiers awaiting orders."Look at the man of the hour!" Jason's voice cuts through the music, loud and slurred.I spot him immediately at the far end of the booth, sprawled across the leather seat in a dropped-shoulder charcoal tee and distressed black jeans, a magnum of champagne clutched in one hand like a trophy.Sammie sits opposite him in an unbuttoned khaki utility shirt layered over a sleek black ribbed tank, paired with matching slim-fit cargo slacks, wedged between two women with long legs and glittering dresses that barely cover their asses.One of them trails her fingers slowly down his chest, and he looks perfectly content with his current situation.Weaving through the
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~*JUNE*~“Can you go a little faster?” I ask the cab driver, voice low as I grip the edge of the seat.“Sure,” he says, and presses the accelerator a little harder.I glance at my watch. 7:45.My heart hammers as I check it again. 7:46.That’s what I’ve been doing since I got into this cab—checking
Make Me Yours, Daddy -005-
~*JUNE*~I know I sound crazy for asking a complete stranger to fuck me.But I don’t give a damn.Right now? I'm acting on instinct.Pure, drunken, angry, heartbroken instinct.I pull back to stare at his face, and he’s still.Completely still.His grey eyes hold my honey brown ones, unblinking.He
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~*JUNE*~“I still love Maddie. I still love her so fucking much. The only reason I dated you was to get back at her for leaving me.”Andrew’s words slam into me, echoing in my skull.For a second, everything goes still.My thoughts spin as my vision begins to blur.My chest tightens so painfully it
Make Me Yours, Daddy -001-
~*JUNE*~“Fuck… your pussy so tight, baby. I love how good you feel,” my boyfriend, Andrew, groans against my ear.His words melt into me, sending a shiver racing down my spine.Slowly, he rolls his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into me inch by inch until I can’t hold back the gasp that esc
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