All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 Zella He didn’t come home. The clock on the wall said 8:13 a.m., but it felt like I had been awake for years. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face from last night, the quiet anger and all that pain behind his eyes.  Then that mad look. Dad had called sometime in the midnight that he had booked a flight to Atlanta for a trip, but something told me he was running away.  I had tried to leave at dawn, I don't know why, I just wanted to be out of the house, but two of his men had blocked the door.  “Orders, ma’am,” one of them had said. “We can’t let you out until the boss arrives,”  So now, I was trapped. I tried watching the TV, and there was a huge red banner marked Breaking news on the screen.  RAPHAEL NEWMAN EMPIRE UNDER FIRE. INVESTORS PULL OUT, STOCK

 Zella It was cold. I had been slipping in and out of consciousness. My muscles felt weak, and there was a thick, strong smell of blood.  My blood.  Nausea hit me, but I was so weak that I couldn't work up the slightest bit of strength to vomit. The ropes were so tight that they were biting into my wrists.  Isaiah will find me.  He won't if you just sit in here doing nothing, my mind argued, and I tried to open my eyes. They moved from the single bulb swinging from the ceiling to the rusted oil drums in the warehouse.  There was someone humming, and I blinked rapidly to see it was Nina. She stood a few feet away with her back to me, doing something on a table - I couldn't see. By the door was Robert. I still couldn't understand why he would help Nina.  The pillar I was tied to was qu

 Zella "He's coming, hide!" Sasha whispered, hurrying towards me.  I yanked the blanket higher to cover the laptop on my thighs. “Zee, move! He’s in the hallway,” she urged, and I pushed the laptop deeper beneath the sheets just as the door handle turned. I had spent five days in the hospital, and I was beginning to lose my mind. I was better. No more IVs and the terrible injections that kept me in delirium from the pain over the first two days. My body was healing quite well, and I only felt the bruise in my scalp when someone touched it- So yeah, I was fine.  Isaiah wouldn’t let me leave though until every doctor, nurse, and the freaking janitor in this hospital could personally swear I was fine.  “How mad will he be if he finds the laptop?” Sasha whispered, and I hushed her.  

 Zella “This is Nico,” Isaiah said. He stood at the edge of the hospital bed, gesturing toward the man beside him. He was quite tall but leaner than Isaiah.The door swung open again, and one of Isaiah’s men stepped in, carrying in another enormous bouquet of flowers. I groaned, glancing at the several bouquets of flowers that had already filled half the room. “Isaiah we've run out of space to put them. I'm going to be discharged soon,”  “You could open a florist shop with all these flowers,” Sasha said from where she sat beside my bed.  I looked around helplessly. She wasn’t wrong. The room looked like a florist’s dream. There were vases filled with roses, tulips, lilies, peonies, daisies, every color imaginable on every flat surface. Even the little table by my bed had two new arrangements from

 Zella “The men are just outside, if you need anything-” “Yes, yes, for the hundredth time, Isaiah, yes I'll tell them,” I sighed, adjusting on the stool I sat on. I had been discharged for a week. Isaiah had stayed home with me, doing most of his work from home. It had been so torturing. I was fine. I felt fine, but he kept hovering like I would break, and all he did was kiss me over the past few days.  He rubbed his jaw, and the sight of his arms flexing against his shirt had me squirming. My skirt barely covered my ass and my panties were soaked with my juices. I had worn the outfit on purpose to seduce him into touching me - I know, I know, low move, but he hadn't touched me in a while, and I was going mad.  His eyes dropped to my ass and I flushed. He had to know I wanted him. I had walked into the bathroom this morning, half mad and desperate from