Lahat ng Kabanata ng All For You, Daddy: Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

This was not part of the plan. I came here to put Hazel in his place, but now I’m letting him manhandle me, and damn do I love it. For so freaking long I’ve wanted his attention, and the only time I could get it was when I poked at him, and then he’d give it right back.It might have been me that instigated a lot of the things that happened between us, but he always gave as good as he got. Still, it doesn’t negate the fact that if he was really into me all these years, why did he never do anything about it? That shit burns.All those thoughts fade from my mind when Hazel closes the door to his office and the sound of the lock clicking echoes in the room. I’m sure everyone saw him practically dragging me out of the party. If people weren't talking already, they will be now. I kind of hope they do. I’d overheard a few of the women that are guests at the resort talking about Hazel and hoping that he was going to show up for the cocktail mixer. He did, but then they got to see him all ove

With every step I take, I can still feel Hazel all over my body. After that first time, things hadn’t ended in his office. We quickly went to his home, and I lost track of how many times we’d either made love or flat-out fucked. There’s really no other way to put it. At times, he seemed out of control, and his eyes took on a primal look. Then other times, he was soft and sweet, and I truly loved him both ways.It wasn’t just the things we did but the things he made me say. That I belonged to him and that no one would ever touch me but him. In the moment, even though it was intense, I loved every second of it. Now that the sun has started to rise, doubt and the reality of our situation has started to come back to me. He never once said he belonged to me.“This is one hell of a walk of shame,” Frostie laughs with her window rolled down. I told her to wait at the bottom of the driveaway for me. All I have on is a pair of oversized snow boots that belong to Hazel and one of his sweaters t

“What are you doing?!” I snap at Hazel when he slips into the passenger seat of my cruiser.Where did he even come from? I’d bet my life he has a tracker on me. I suppose it’s fair since I have one on his phone. Some might find it odd, but it’s not like we share a Facebook account or something. Hazel doesn’t have social media, which is good because I would use it to stalk him harder.“I could be asking you the same question,” he says. “I didn’t call the police, so technically you're trespassing.”I glare at my fiancé, and he shrugs.“Are you serious right now?”“I mean, if we were married, then this resort would be yours too, but at the moment you’re trespassing.”I roll my eyes. If it was up to him, we'd have been at city hall and married already. Neither my mom nor I are having that. I might not be super girly, but I want a wedding, and more than that, I want Carol to make my wedding dress and Frostie to make the cake. As of right now, Carol is supposed to be taking it easy, so thin

“You doing okay back there?” the pilot calls out, and I look up from my barf bag.Thankfully nothing came up, but that flight might have been the roughest of my life. “All good,” I manage to say as I tuck the paper bag back into the emergency pocket.“We must have been the last flight before they grounded all the other ones,” he laughs as he brings the plane down.“Lucky us,” I mumble to myself. I would have preferred to skip this retreat altogether.The wheels touch the tarmac, and I close my eyes, thankful to be firmly back on earth. I normally don’t have a problem on planes, but a tiny one like this flying around the edges of a hurricane isn’t my first choice for travel.I’m late, and there’s nothing I hate more than not being on time. My company was bought out by Topher Wilson, and I’ve spent the last week on planes, trains, and automobiles around the globe transitioning it for him. I don’t know why I agreed to it, but when I got the call that he wanted to take over, there was som

“It’s okay.” I try to keep my voice even because I can feel the tremble in her arms and back.“I’m sorry, I…” She tries to push against my chest, but I keep my arms firm.“No need to be sorry. Are you having trouble with your door?” I nod over to it and the key in her hand. There’s emergency lighting in the hall, but it’s minimal.“The stupid thing won’t scan.”“Why don’t you come in here until the generators kick on?”When she nods, I feel a sense of relief that I wasn’t expecting.“How do you know there are generators?”My hotel room door closes automatically as I curve my arm around her waist and lead her through the pitch-black hallway.“A hotel like this has them. It’s just a matter of time before the power is back on and we’re on to the next activity in today’s itinerary.”She lets out a humorless laugh. “You must be dying for the beachside limbo in this weather.”As if on cue, another round of thunder sounds in the distance. Eris’s muscles tense, and I try to take her mind off