All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Claimed

Zella “Isaiah,” I whimpered, arching my back while his fingers took me to heaven and back. They pushed against my walls as he fucked me. My jaw went slack with pleasure when he increased his pace and the lewd sound of my wet pussy getting fucked filled the air, driving me insane. His growls filled the air as he watched me, hot and heavy breathing raining down the back of my neck. “I'm cumming!” “Cum for me, princess,” He groaned and I shuddered in climax, my tight walls clamping around his fingers. “Beautiful. You look so fucking gorgeous when you cum,” I moaned when he withdrew his fingers and turned me around to make me watch him lap up my juices. Hot grey eyes held mine as he lapped at his fingers, his tongue flicking up and down his fingers. My breasts heaved from watching him. I swallowed, feelin

Shocking announcement

Zella “Stop it,” I whispered, trying to pull my legs out of Isaiah's reach. We were sitting in his boardroom with several others present, and yet his hands kept trailing up my thighs. The past week had been…something. We had barely taken our hands off each other. I gasped when his hand moved under the desk and grabbed my thigh. I looked up to see the most blank look on his face as if he wasn't trying to slip his hands under my skirt. Oh God, this man was out of his mind. I cleared my throat awkwardly, watching one of the board members give a report for all the shareholders present. Isaiah's fingers curved higher, brushing the inside of my knee, and I stifled a gasp that threatened to slip. A low hum left his throat, and it was so subtle that no one else noticed, but I felt it all the way up my spine. “Come on,”

Boardroom arousal

Zella “I don’t care,” I snapped, yanking my wrist out of his grasp. “You don’t get to humiliate my father like that and expect me to just sit still and watch.” Isaiah’s eyes darkened. “I haven't reasons-” “Reasons to take his last means of livelihood away from him? Do you know how hard it has been for us since you seized all his other investments?” Do you know how hard it has been for me? I wanted to scream. I had suffered so much to keep up with paying Sasha's allowance so she didn't suspect a thing and paying some of the bills in Dad's home had me choked to the brim and yet this man wanted to make that even worse. Well, he did give you a certain black card. A voice in my head argued, and I gritted my teeth even harder. I did not want to touch his money. We would survive just fine w

Highway trap

Isaiah “The reports from the global conference are-” My assistant, Kevin, droned on about quarterly projections and pending acquisitions. I nodded, taking in the information I needed while thinking about my sweet little wife. The sight of her going out of the boardroom, all flushed because of me, was the prettiest I had ever seen. Her panties burned in my pocket and while it would be perverted to whip it out and get a whiff of her sweet pussy, Zella made me want to do perverted shit like that. That won't stop her from hating you though. Yeah it won't. Fuck, I hadn't told her about removing her dad as a shareholder because it would not only hurt her but because of what the fool did to her and I would not be changing my mind but I had also wanted her to know so announcing it at the meeting while she was there was the best move.

WHERE IS MY BROTHER!?

Zella “Dad please calm down,” I pleaded, trying to get him to relax, but Dad looked pissed. His face was pale, eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled. He looked nothing like the man who’d walked into that boardroom this morning. He looked angry and…broken. “Do you have any idea what that man just did to me?” he demanded, shaking visibly, I was afraid he would get into a seizure and collapse. “Dad, please, just sit down,” “This isn't the time for sitting, Zella! He humiliated me in front of every damn shareholder! He stripped me of everything! I helped him raise this company, and this is what he does to me?” My chest tightened painfully. “He shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t know he would-” “He’s out to ruin me,” my fa

Gone

Zella “I…I don’t know where he is,” I stammered, instinctively stepping back. My pulse rang in my ears. “I haven’t seen Rafael in a while.” His face twisted, and he looked at me in disbelief. “That’s a lie.” He yelled. “You worked with him! You were one of the last people who saw him before his company went under. Everyone thinks he ran away, but he didn’t. My brother wouldn’t run. He would never run away and watch his hard work burn to the ground.” I felt queasy. My legs wobbled, and I kept backing away. All that was ringing in my head was his begging when I was on that call with Isaiah. Please. I swallowed hard, clutching my trembling hands together. Was he dead? Did Isaiah kill him? I hadn't asked any more questions because I didn&rsqu

Did you know?

Isaiah “Who’s there?” Thomas called groggily, sitting up in his bed. “Who the fuck-” I was already on him. My hand clamped around his throat before he could blink, pressing him back against the headboard. His eyes went wide, the dim lamplight reflecting the raw shock on his face. “Isaiah?” “Did you know?” I hissed in a feral tone, feeling pure rage run through me. He coughed, clawing at my wrist. “What the hell are you-” “Don’t play stupid, Thomas!” I snapped, tightening my hold. “Did you know?” “Know what?” “That one of your precious friends,” I spat. “put their hands on your daughter!” He froze completely, staring at me like he had just seen a gh

Oliver's lie

Zella “You were in an accident?!” I asked, rushing towards Isaiah. He blinked then cursed. “Damn men and not keeping their mouth shut,” “That's why you were late yesterday. Why didn't you tell me?” Oh God, now I felt like a major bitch. I should have asked harder. “I’m fine, Princess,” He said in that laid-back tone of his, pulling me into his lap. “Your men were talking about it downstairs. You almost died, Isaiah. The driver died!” I said, cupping his face. Chills swept down my spine. He could have died yesterday. Oh God, I could have lost him. “How are you even this calm about it? You should be afraid. How did it happen? Did you report to the police? How did you get yourself treated, we need to go to the hospital,”

An attempt on his life

Isaiah I was in a conference room at one of our project sites in Nevada while watching the men sitting across from me all trying too hard to impress me. Something was off. I could feel it, that itch beneath my skin that told me. I had learned to trust my instincts more than people. Then, just as I was flipping through the final page of the contract, the sharp whine of a bullet whizzed past me and shattered the glass panel inches from my head. My ears rang. A storm of panic erupted in the room, chairs screeching, men diving for cover, glass raining over the table. My body moved before my mind did. I pulled the man closest to me under the table, shoved him down, and scanned the windows. “Get down!” someone shouted. Too late. The second bullet tore through the window, embedding itself in the wall near the projector.

The poisoned drink

Zella “I look like shit,” I muttered, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I had woken up feeling like shit. My throat ached, my head pounded, and my stomach rolled, and I felt nauseous. There was no time to be sick. I had a deal to close at a gala this evening for my business. I may have taken on too many jobs lately, but I needed those jobs. Besides, my Dad had referred this client. He would be upset if I stood him up at the gala. I took a bath, but it didn't really do much. When I walked out, Isaiah was immediately by my side. “We'll skip the gala so you can rest,” “I’m fine,” I croaked. He tugged the towel and began drying my body before saying. “Zella, You’re burning up.” He pressed his palm against my forehead. “We need to go to the hospital.”

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