บททั้งหมดของ Your Dad's Perfect: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

ZadeI sit in my darkened office, fingers curling around the cold glass of whiskey as a rage that I can barely contain simmers under the surface. When I woke at four this morning and checked her dating app, I was already furious. She’d set up another date. Another man, ready to touch her, to hold her, to take what’s mine. And she had set it all up just last night, as if she couldn’t wait.The memory of that smug face of his stepping out of the taxi and heading toward her door still makes my blood boil. As he reached for her door, I dragged him back, my fingers digging into his collar as I tossed him into my car. By the time I was done with him, he was just another dead body, his pathetic existence snuffed out before he could even get close to her. Another job for Jason to clean up. And the bastard had a “Wife” contact on his phone. Disgusting. Married, yet trying to touch her, thinking he could get away with it.Still, the thought of her lying through her teeth at work, of her sitting

Zade“Zade! Let me go! You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to get involved in my life!” She’s practically screaming, fighting my grip as I push through the doors and carry her out, my hold unyielding.“Your life?” I snap, voice dripping with fury. “Is this what you think living is? Kneeling in front of scum who couldn’t care less about you?”She glares at me, her eyes blazing. “They cared more than you ever did!” She writhes, trying to escape, her fists hitting my shoulders.But I don’t let go. I keep moving, keep my grip tight, ignoring her rage, her curses. She’ll understand, even if it means burning down everything around us to make her see it.Her fists pound against my chest as I stride outside, her angry words a constant stream in my ear, but I don’t stop. I make my way to the bike, lowering her down just enough to swing a leg over before pulling her in front of me, locking her into place. She squirms, trying to pull away, but my arms cage her in, keeping her right there.“Z

IzzyI left the club with the decision burning in my mind—tonight, I’m putting an end to this innocence. No more waiting, no more nerves. I follow the directions, the anticipation and curiosity coiling tightly within me as I reach the address. I knock, my knuckles grazing the cool metal of the door, and wait.When it opens, a man leans against the frame, his head cocked to the side, a smirk playing at his lips. His gaze is appraising, studying me with a calm intensity. “You could come in so we can talk,” he says, stepping back, giving me space to enter.The place is dimly lit but richly furnished, with dark walls and leather seating, exuding an air of luxury and secrecy. If it hadn’t been for Eva’s suggestion, I’d probably never have walked in. But I trust her, and these men have a reputation—anonymity, professionalism, and discretion. It’s everything I need tonight.I follow him into the living room and spot two more men, both sitting on the sofa, watching me with a calm confidence t

IzzyThe taxi stops, and I step out, nerves knotted so tight it feels like I’m about to split open. Walking into the hotel, I force myself to keep breathing, steady and slow, collecting the key card at the desk as if this is just another night, just another meaningless plan. But it’s not. This is the moment, the place, where I finally do something right, something that isn’t tied to anyone else’s expectations.The phone vibrates, and Grayson’s name appears. My chest tightens as I read his message.Izzy, where the fuck did you go?I want to ignore him. I want to disappear into some oblivion where no one can find me, where I don’t have to answer to him or anyone else. But a piece of me knows that if I don’t respond, he’ll panic. So, I sigh and type out a message, hoping he’ll let it drop.I’ve gone home, Gray, away from everyone who thinks I’m a whore.The truth is, I feel as far from being a “whore” as possible. Hell, no one even wants me, not really. I feel… invisible. Worthless.He r

Izzy“I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you,” he breathes, voice ragged, barely holding back the edge of his own turmoil. “You’re mine, Izzy. Whether you like it or not.”The words send a shiver down my spine, both terrifying and thrilling. I want to push him away, to scream that he’s ruined everything, that he’s taken control of every moment of my life. But his hold on me, his breath mingling with mine, the possessiveness in his eyes—something in it makes me falter.“Then prove it,” I whisper back, the words daring him, challenging him.A flicker of something dark and dangerous crosses Zade’s face, his grip tightening, his gaze searching mine as if trying to decide whether to pull me closer or push me away. He’s breathing hard, like he’s battling himself, fighting to stay in control even as the tension between us spirals out of control. His hand slides to the back of my neck, and I feel the rough callouses of his fingers against my skin, grounding me and igniting me a