บททั้งหมดของ Your Dad's Perfect: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Thank you for reading Book 3 of Forbidden Love! I'm adding book four to this one. In the fourth book, Sammi, the youngest of the family, has always lived under the protective shadow of her four older brothers. Shielded from the world and kept from the adventures others her age enjoy, she often feels trapped by their well-meaning vigilance. But when she unexpectedly returns home early after losing her job, Sammi finds herself in a situation far more thrilling—and dangerous—than anything she's ever experienced.Sneaking into the house, hoping to avoid her brothers' questions, Sammi heads straight for the bathroom. But instead of solitude, she’s met with the sight of Grayson—her brothers' best friend and the man she’s secretly admired—naked under the spray of the shower. The shock of seeing him like this is nothing compared to what happens next: she hears her name breathlessly uttered from his lips as he pleasures himself, unaware of her presence.When Grayson realises she’s there, ever

Sitting, I look at Paul, his head shaking. "You're fired." I almost laugh in disbelief, but I hold it in and wait for him to say it's a joke or explain further. He doesn't; he sits looking at me like the conversation is over and done. "Why?" I, at least, am owed a reason for him firing me. "You're not ideal to work here, Sammi. You stand out from everyone, and not in a good way. Look, I gave you months because of who you are, but now it's time to admit it's not working." I still don't understand why I am not ideal to work here. "It's a club. How am I not ideal?" All I have to do is serve some damn drinks, which I do perfectly. "I'm the fastest server you have; how is that not ideal, Paul?" He sighs and points out to the club. "Look around, Sammi. You don't fit in. Guys here want to have fun and see women, and you don't dress the part. You don't flirt with the customers; you serve drinks, and that's it. The women here need to be confident; they need to flaunt their bodies and chat

Sammi POVI glare at Grayson, frustrated beyond belief. He always does this—whenever I try to keep something to myself, he spills the beans. It's as if he gets enjoyment from telling them things about me that I try to keep hidden. Zade stands there, waiting for me to explain, but all I want to do is hide the truth. I could easily say I lost my job and left it at that, but what about the rest? That’s a catastrophe just waiting to explode.If I simply told them Paul fired me because there wasn’t enough work, they would believe it. But then they would probably go to Paul and find out I lied. The truth—that he essentially fired me because I don’t flirt with customers—would only lead to disaster. This is why I didn't want to tell them, but apparently, Grayson decided to dictate my life even though he has no part in it or rights to it.“Why? Come on, explain,” Zade presses, his patience wearing thin. “Grayson saw you there; you’re the fastest server, great at mixing drinks. So why?” He wait

Grayson POVI watch as Sammi walks away from me; she thinks it’s easy not to touch her, but she's very wrong. The fact I got out of the shower and followed her naked through the house, with the risk her brothers would see, is proof it's not easy.Then, she stands here naked in a fucking silk robe. She didn't close it. She moved, making it open more. Turning, I walk upstairs, getting to her room, I walk in without knocking. She turns, shocked, entirely naked, and grabs the robe. What the hell am I doing? She needs to tell me to get out, to go and leave her alone. I watch as she steps closer to me. I stand, staring at her, waiting for her to see sense or for my strength to come back and make me walk out of this room before touching her. "What do you want, Gray?" The way she says Gray makes me want to fuck her. "Do you have any idea how bad this would become if your brothers found out?" I step closer, and she doesn't move. "How fucking awkward it will become because we can't tell them

Sammi POVWhen I wake up, I realise how late it is. Grabbing clothes to wear tonight, I throw them in a bag along with shoes. I put on a pair of shorts and a cropped top. I would wear leggings, but if I'm practising, I need to be in something similar to what I'll be wearing when working.So, dancing in leggings won't help, as the friction will undoubtedly be different when dancing on the pole. Rushing down, my plan is to grab something quick for breakfast. I've thrown my hair up into a messy bun. As I get into the kitchen, the guys turn and look at me.Throwing some bread into the toaster, I walk to the fridge and get a bottle of water out. “Late for something?” Zade looks at me. “Work,” I mutter as I grab the toast out. “Work? You were there till gone four, and they expect you back in already?” His words are loud, and my eyes roll. “I'm not going there to work, but I'm meeting some of the ladies to get to know them. That's all.” I shrug and begin to butter the toast. “Which club