บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's Babygirl: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Isabella was only 16 when her father died. She was a mess. She wouldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep. In short, she couldn’t do anything, she could only think of her father and nothing else. Her life was completely upside down by the sudden dismissal of her father. After that, life became difficult for her and her mother, Saanchi. She was having a hard time handling Isabella and her job, so she decided to send her daughter off to a boarding school, thinking she would be happy being with people of her age and it would help her to overcome the loss. Things were going well until Isabella’s 17th birthday when she got the news of her mother getting married to Oliver Taylor. Oliver Taylor, her new stepfather. Supposedly they were happily in love. Isabella had to control the urge to crush the person beside her mother every time she saw them together. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel anything for her mother’s new husband. He was fucking hot! Isabella never thought in he

“Who said I’m done with you already?” Oliver questioned with a deadly smirk on his face. Isabella looked at him with frowns and confusion. She was trying to process the hidden meaning behind his words. “He isn't done with me yet! What's that supposed to mean by the way? He is still a complete stranger to me and I fucking am not familiar with his dictionary. But honestly I don't feel he is going to fuck me when he just fucked my mother a few minutes back. He might just want some pleasure or he is trying to figure out what's in my mind. He had nothing else to offer.” She was completely lost in her thoughts, trying her best to read him when she heard his authoritative tone, sending chills down her spine. “Turn around for me,. baby girl.” Isabella was not in a state to disobey Oliver's demand. She silently followed his instruction and the anticipation of his next move made her shiver. Her palms were sweaty. She was totally hot and ready for the man, standing a few feet away from her.

“Oliver, I…” Isabella had just begun but her words were cut off by a loud noise. It was Oliver’s phone. He got out of the pool and received the call. It seemed urgent. She realized that and followed him to step out of the pool. Wearing the robe she got for herself, she started walking back inside the house. As soon as she walked through the door, Saanchi was already there. Oliver was also coming behind her. “Hey, honey, you’re home early?” Isabella didn’t notice his presence until she heard his surprised voice, she was that lost in her thoughts. “Yeah, Bella returned just yesterday and I didn’t even get to spend some time with her. So, I figured I would spend time with her.” She smiled, eyeing her daughter. Isabella rolled her eyes and made her way up the stairs as fast as she could. “I hate her.” She muttered to herself."Bella, wait."She entered the room and closed the door behind. Every time she saw her mother’s face, it would kill her a little more. She paced around the roo

Isabella was gone and Oliver was seated behind the desk of his cabin, trying to work just to get the thoughts of her out of his head. But she never got tired, running inside his mind.The feel and taste of her lips kept distracting him from his work and the worst part was he never felt like this before. Work had always been his priority and nothing ever got into his mind when he was working. But this time it didn’t seem to be happening. He was trying hard to make himself work by distracting himself from the thought of a particular girl, a girl whom he should be considering as his daughter.But he had really liked the feel of her skin in his hand and her moaning his name in her sweet voice. It was a complete arousal for him. “Fuck!!! How sensually she moaned my name!” Oliver again got lost in the thought of how Isabella would be moaning his name if he buried his face between her legs and pleasured her the way he wanted to.His thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. He was glad ab

“Here I’m standing at the entrance of the hotel room with my mother’s husband, who I’ve slept with more than once and whom I’ve caught killing people with his own hands. What else can go wrong?” Isabella sarcastically thought in her mind. She wondered if anyone else was as fortunate as her. "Are you just going to stand there like a fucking statue?" She rolled my eyes at him before walking inside the room and closing the door behind her with a thud. She tried rushing inside the washroom, not wishing to face him right then. But he was faster. Oliver's hand came out in front of her, preventing her from moving anymore. Isabella raised her face and stared at his face angrily. "Move." She demanded in a rough tone. He smirked in response and stared at her face with more intensity. He reduced the bare distance among them and stood in such a way that their bodies kissed each other. “Why? Am I making you nervous, babygirl?” Oliver removed the hair from her face and mumbled in a husky ton