บททั้งหมดของ Your Dad's Perfect: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

ZadeLast night unsettled me in a way I haven’t felt in years. Sitting there with that woman dancing on me, I was captivated, truly captivated. Something about her felt strangely familiar like I should know her somehow, but I couldn’t place it. She moved with a confidence that demanded attention and drew me in like a siren call. For the first time, I found myself considering breaking my own rules—actually making a move on someone who worked at the club. But I pushed the thought away, uncertain if it was because she intrigued me or if it was because my mind was clouded with thoughts of Izzy.This morning, I couldn’t shake it, so I took the day off. Everyone thinks I’m tied up in meetings, but I’m actually hiding. From myself, mostly. Because when my mind drifts, it keeps taking me back to that kiss with Izzy—the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body close to mine, the way, for one brief moment, I forgot who she was, forgot everything. I let my guard down. And it was exactly the

ZadeI sink into the plush leather of the small lounge, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. The room is quiet now, but the remnants of conversation, the echoes of laughter, still linger in the air. Cleo slides her arms around my neck, pulling me back against her, her presence grounding me. Joel and Willow slip out, casting one last glance my way before leaving, and I groan, knowing I’ve managed to drag everyone into my mess tonight.Without hesitation, Cleo moves, swinging a leg over me until she’s straddling my lap, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. She watches me, her expression softer than I’d like. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, her voice gentle, almost cautious.I grit my teeth, irritation flaring. “Can you not?” I snap, rubbing a hand over my face. “Don’t baby me, Cleo. Don’t act like I’m some wounded creature in need of pity.” The harshness in my voice hangs heavy between us, but I don’t regret it.Her eyes linger on me, steady and assessin

IzzyAfter I told Zade that maybe I wanted to be used, a hot wave of regret settled over me. I felt foolish, reckless—as if I’d proven every single thing he thinks about me, about being a child, impulsive and naive. The embarrassment gnawed at me, keeping me awake most of the night, replaying those words over and over. What had I been thinking?And then a darker thought struck, one that clawed at my stomach: what if he tells Grayson? The longer I lay there, staring at the ceiling, the more that dread grew until it was all I could think about. I had to find Zade. I needed to talk to him, convince him to keep this between us. But he wasn’t in his room, and as I descended the stairs, searching for him, I stumbled onto something I never expected to see.There he was, Cleo straddling him, her hands dominating his posture, her words—taunting, mocking—hitting him with every roll of her hips. And Zade, the man I thought I knew, the one I’d seen so controlled, so closed off, was… different. He

ZadeThe bike was a bad idea, I realised that quickly. How I touched her was wrong, and the closeness? Something about the closeness had me feeling things. How the fuck did I feel safe with her close to me? Not just safe, but understood, and there's no way she understands me.All I could think about while I was pressed against her back as kissing her neck, or stroking her body and it took everything not to, which is a good thing as my face and ribs are still hurting from yesterdays punishment and I can't take another right now, but I would if I touched her again.She ran, straight into the spa. Opening the back of the bike, I take out the pills, and they feel like they are burning in my hand. Something about her having these makes me feel uneasy. She shouldn't be fucking anyone, other than me, but that's fucked up as well.Walking in, I step into the office and close the door, I look a ther but her eyes are fixed on the laptop.“I won’t say anything, Zade,” her words are cold and crue

IzzyAs I step back behind the curtain, Eva is waiting, watching with a knowing smile.“Not bad, Gabby,” she says, her voice carrying a hint of pride. “So about this guy.” Her eyes are steady, understanding in a way that feels comforting, like I’m not as lost in this as I thought.“It won’t ever work, you know?” I admit, the uncertainty twisting in my stomach. “What he likes, I’ve never done anything like that. I wouldn’t know where to start.”Eva raises an eyebrow, a glint of something in her eyes. “Hailey!” she calls out, catching the attention of our manager. I look at her, confused, as Hailey approaches.“You know how I’m over at Delouxe Chambers for the rest of the night? Any chance we can split Gabby’s work between here and there?” Eva says smoothly, glancing at me with a smirk.Delouxe Chambers? I can’t even hide the confusion in my face as I try to process what she’s setting up. Before I can ask, Hailey sighs. "I'll need to check," Hailey says before walking off.I start dress