Daddy’s Good Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

 Zella I woke to the smell of pancakes in our home.  For a moment, I just lay there, stretching like a cat on the bed and feeling more relaxed than I had in months. Last night was perfect.  I pulled on one of Isaiah's shirts and walked out of the room. The sight that greeted me in the kitchen made me stop dead in my tracks. Isaiah stood at the stove with his back to me, wearing nothing but very low hanging grey sweatpants and a small white apron tied around his waist. Just those two things and nothing else. His shoulders were impossibly broad, muscles shifting and flexing as he moved the pan. The apron strings were tied around his waist, and the dip just above where the sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips was practically calling out to me. I could see the twin dimples on his lower back and the curve of his ass under the thin fab

 Zella I'm not bothered, I'm not bothered at all.  That's what I kept saying as I stood in the doorway of the guest room, watching Sophia Muller unpack her luggage.  She was beautiful. All that bold, striking, powerful beauty radiating off her. I felt like a kid with his mouth stained with chocolate standing next to her.  She looked like someone who had her shit together. Unlike me, who was standing here in my husband's oversized shirt, barefoot, with sex hair and probably still smelling like our kitchen counter encounter. God, I was a mess. "This is a beautiful room," Sophia said, turning to smile at me. "Thank you for letting me stay." "Of course." I stepped inside, trying to sound confident even though I felt like crap. "Isaiah said you're old friends." "Yeah," She h

 Isaiah The tech industry gala was the kind of event I normally avoided. Too many people, too much posturing, everyone trying to prove they were the smartest person in the room. I could be home, buried in the thighs of my wife right now, instead, I was in this mess.  When Sophia mentioned she had been invited and was considering going despite the threat from Russo, I had insisted on accompanying her. It gave me a chance to see if Russo would be stupid enough to show his face. He was. I spotted him across the ballroom the moment we arrived, standing near the bar, surrounded by admirers and flatterers.  Victor Russo, in person, was exactly what I had expected from the research I'd done. He was in his mid-thirties. tall and well-built. He was a poacher. He would buy huge companies, then turn all their assets into cash, making himself riche

 Isaiah The call came at 3 AM.I was awake going through some papers in bed while Zella clung to me tightly, snoring softly. When my phone vibrated with the call, I removed myself carefully from her arms and stepped into the hallway before answering. "This better be good,” "It's not." My attorney's voice came through, and he sounded rather tense. "Russo just made his move. He's going after NorthPoint." I went completely still. "Say that again." "NorthPoint Technologies. Someone started buying up shares the moment the Hong Kong market opened. By the time our people noticed the pattern, they had already acquired eighteen percent." NorthPoint was one of King Industries' most valuable subsidiaries in Asia. It was a tech manufacturing company I had acquired five years ago. Losing it would cost my company billions. "Ei

 Isaiah I found Zella in the library, curled up in one of the oversized chairs with a book she wasn't actually reading. I could tell by the way she was staring blankly above the book, her mind clearly somewhere else. "A dollar for whatever it is you're thinking?”  She looked up, and I frowned. “What happened?”  "We need to talk," she said, setting the book aside. I crossed the room and sat on the ottoman in front of her chair. "What's wrong?" "I got a call today from Rita Lancaster." Every muscle in my body went tight. "What did she want?" "She wants us to meet. She says she has information about Russo that could help us." Zella's hands twisted in her lap. "She claims she wants out, that Russo is becoming a liability for her business." "And you believe her?