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PLEASE DADDY! 3

Author: Queen Flora
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 07:24:42

Chapter 3:

First Claim

Mom announced it at breakfast the next morning. “I have to go on a weekend work trip, honey. Darius will keep an eye on things here. You two behave yourselves.” She kissed both of us and left with her suitcase. The house felt different the second her car pulled away. Darius looked at me across the table with dark eyes.

“Finally alone, princess,” he said, voice low. “All weekend. No interruptions.”

I felt my pulse race. “What are you going to do with me now that Mom is go
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