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

 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,”

 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. 

 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

 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,”  

 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.”