บททั้งหมดของ Your Dad's Perfect: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Sammi POVAs I reach for the spoon again, a mischievous thought crosses my mind, and I dip it into the ice cream, dragging the cold spoon along my leg, making myself shiver.“Oops,” I whisper innocently, my eyes lifting to meet his with a playful glint. I can feel the tension between us simmering, thick in the air, and Grayson’s gaze narrows as he takes in the sight of me.“Why are you trying to seduce me, Angel?” His voice is low, teasing, yet edged with something darker, something more primal. His finger traces over the trail of ice cream on my leg, and without breaking eye contact, he leans down, licking it off, the warmth of his tongue sending a shiver through me. I hadn’t expected him to react like this, but the way his eyes burn into mine makes me want to push the boundaries a little further.Smirking, I grab the spoon again, letting another cold drip of ice cream run down my leg, watching his expression carefully. There’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but it’s quickly swa

Grayson POVZade glances at me.“Izzy wants to work at the spa. We’ve got two trainee positions, and I said I’d talk to you about it. She’s your sister, so it’s up to you.”I hesitate. “I’m not sure.” The thought of them working together makes me uneasy. Zade’s there every day for now, overseeing the business. The idea of them spending so much time together... I’m not comfortable with it.He laughs, catching on to my hesitation. “What’s the problem?”I groan, knowing how ridiculous I sound. “Because look at me and Sammi. Spending time together leads to getting closer. First, it’s just work, then it’s lunch breaks together, then it’s after-work parties, then next thing I know, she’s in your bed.”Zade bursts out laughing, a deep, amused chuckle that has me groaning in frustration.“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m a hypocrite.” I mutter, rubbing my temples. The thought of Zade and Izzy growing close unnerves me more than I’d like to admit. Images float into my mind that I don't want to see. I f

Sammi POVI stand in front of Izzy and Grayson’s mom, holding up the three dresses I bought today, feeling a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. They’re still keeping me in the dark about where I’m going tonight, and I can’t help but feel a little frustrated. They, on the other hand, seem to know exactly what’s going on, as they are quick to point out which dress would be the most suitable for the evening. There was no hesitation in their decision.They leave, and I get myself ready. Now, looking at myself in the mirror after putting it on again, I can’t deny that they were absolutely right.The dress feels perfect, even more so now than when I first tried it on. It fits like a glove, clinging in all the right places, but with an undeniable air of sophistication. The intricate lace overlay, with its delicate champagne-colored underlay, gives it a soft, romantic feel. The off-the-shoulder neckline is simply breathtaking, exposing just enough skin to feel alluring without being too r

Grayson POVThe party is going well, better than I expected. I’ve been trying to keep a little distance from Sammi, though that’s been harder than I thought. We’ve danced a few times, and each time, I found myself getting more and more distracted by how incredible she looks in that dress. It’s like she chose it specifically to tease me, and it’s working. Watching her now, laughing and dancing with Willow, I can’t help but admire her happiness. It’s such a stark contrast to how she was when I came back—when she looked like she was struggling just to keep herself together. Seeing her so carefree, so radiant, fills me with a kind of joy I can’t quite put into words.“So, the wedding?” Joel’s voice pulls me from my thoughts as he sidles up beside me, a grin on his face.“I’m thinking here,” I tell him, nodding toward the grand setting of the castle. “But she’s set on Christmas Eve.”Joel raises an eyebrow. “Christmas Eve, huh? Based on how the house is usually fully decorated, with presen

Grayson POVI sit in the quietest room in existence, or at least it feels like it. The past four weeks? Gone. Just like that. Vanished into thin air as if time had a personal vendetta against me. Somehow, amidst the endless to-do lists and late nights, the days slipped away faster than anything in history. And now here I am, sitting, staring at the walls, contemplating the fact that I feel like I’ve missed most of it.“You look like you’re radiating pure sunshine,” Zade chuckles, breaking my moment of zen with his annoying voice.I groan, leaning back dramatically. “I’m in desperate need of a nap. Like, a year-long one. Maybe two. With no alarms or human interaction.”“Stop whining,” Joel pipes up, plopping down next to me with the grace of a hippo. “You’re getting a night off. Drinks, party, strippers. Heck, we might even tie you to a post somewhere and leave you to escape. You know, keep things exciting.”I shout immediately, glaring at him. “NO. Absolutely not. I am not participati