All Chapters of On Her Daddy’s Bed! : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ON HER DADDY’S BED. Chapter 1. Hazel walked down the stairs, her face stretched in a long pout as the maids carried down her bags and a few other belongings. She paused behind the single-seater made of pure gold, gripping the top of it while her gaze swept over the house—the home she had lived in all her life. “What’s with the long face, Hazel?” Her father’s voice broke through her thoughts as he strolled into the parlor, swirling a glass of juice in his hand. “I’m going to miss you and Henry,” she replied with a pout. Her father smiled, spreading his arms wide, and she fell into them without hesitation. One of his arms wrapped around her, while the other carefully held onto his glass, preventing it from spilling. “You don’t have to worry, Hazel. Staying with Axel is just the same as staying with me.” His hand gently stroked her hair in an attempt to soothe her, but his words only aggravated the anger she had been trying so hard to suppress. The thought of living with Axel pr

Chapter 3. After freshening up, Hazel opted for the staircase instead of the elevator, even though it felt like climbing a skyscraper. She would rather deal with aching legs than be trapped in that suffocating metal box again. As she reached the bottom, still trying to catch her breath, she spotted a line of maids carrying trays of food. Her stomach growled in response. She followed them, assuming they were headed toward the dining hall. The moment she stepped inside, she froze. Her breath hitched as she took in the grandeur before her—glass walls, gold-accented furniture, and a chandelier that looked like it belonged in a royal palace. Every inch of Axel’s home screamed luxury. “You really need to get a escalator. Hazel muttered, exhaling roughly as she walked in to find Axel already eating. He raised his gaze to meet hers, but his attention immediately dipped lower—to the sliver of skin peeking between her crop top and distressed shorts. His eyes lingered on her curves,

Chapter 5. The Next Day Hazel woke up to the cruel embrace of a sharp headache. Pain pulsed through her skull, pounding in sync with the heavy weight of last night’s memories crashing down on her. The events replayed vividly, piercing through her mind like shards of glass. Her chest tightened, a sharp sting blooming deep within her as though a dagger had been lodged into her heart. She could barely breathe. The ache was unbearable, making every second of last night’s events all the more hauntingly clear—etched into her like an inescapable, permanent mark. Axel. The way his hands had moved over her skin. The way his tongue had stolen her breath, guiding her into an intoxicating pleasure she had never known. A shudder crawled up her spine, heat rushing through her body as the memory threatened to consume her again. Hazel felt cheap. She had a boyfriend. A good one. Yet, last night, she had shamelessly thrown herself at Axel—and worse, he had denied her at first, yet sh

Chapter 7. Hazel stared at the message on her screen, her lips twitching into a smile as a wave of heat rushed through her body. A shiver of pleasure curled down her spine, anticipation already sparking beneath her skin. She slipped into a red lace lingerie set, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves. A sheer lace jacket draped over her shoulders, leaving her stomach exposed. As her fingers traced the smooth skin of her waist, her gaze locked onto her reflection in the mirror. She wanted to act like she was only going there to retrieve her pants. But deep down, she knew the truth—her body ached, her core pulsed with need. The fire between her legs couldn’t be ignored. And only he had the antidote to the wetness that had gathered from a single text. All her worries from seconds ago were suddenly gone—replaced with nothing but the thoughts of getting her pants back. At least, so she said to herself. Tying her hair into a sleek ponytail, she turned slightly, admiring the cu

Chapter 9 The soft glow of the morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting a golden hue across Hazel’s skin. She stirred slightly, her fingers brushing away the last traces of sleep from her eyes. Stretching languidly, she inhaled deeply, and the familiar scent of Axel’s cologne filled her senses, wrapping around her like a memory. A small smile touched her lips as she sat up, instinctively pulling the duvet higher over her bare chest. The events of the previous night echoed in her mind, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Her hair was a wild mess from all the tossing and turning, and she absentmindedly ran a hand through the tangled strands. “Sleepyhead,” Axel’s deep voice cut through the silence, laced with amusement. Her gaze snapped to the side, locking onto him as he stood near the grand, gold-framed mirror. Hazel swallowed hard. Axel was a vision of raw masculinity—his body still damp from the shower, water droplets tracing a sinful path down his sculpted ch