On My Knees, Daddy: A Compilation of Short Stories のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 321 - チャプター 330

  Rowan’s POV   Chapter One   I read the letter again, because apparently I'm a glutton for punishment. Dear Mr. Rowan, after much consideration…   “Much consideration,” I scoff. It has been three years since she first walked into those doors, and into my life.   I had no inclination of just how integral she was to me until now, when I come into the office to meet a sealed envelope on a boiling Tuesday morning. Not a word from her before.   Not a hint. Not a clue.   Much consideration. I consider things too. I'm considering whether "resignation letter a

Chapter One - DNA planted on his pants. The girl knows how to move. I'll give her that.   I've been in enough of these places to know the difference between a dancer who's just doing her job and one who actually enjoys the power of it. The way she controls a room without saying a word, just by knowing exactly where to put her hands, how to angle her hips, when to make eye contact and when to look away.   This one…this one enjoys her work. It’s more than just the money for her, because if it was, she would have left the stage an hour ago, when her containers and bra was overflowing with money.   And right now, she's looking at me. I lean back in my chair and let her come over, reciprocating her seductive glances.   I want he

  Tom’s POV   The first thing I notice when I walk into the ballroom is Susan. Not the flowers, not the open bar, not even Christy in her fitted gold dress standing at the center of the room like she personally organized the lighting to flatter her.   No, the first thing I notice is Susan, standing near the far end of the room with a glass of something red, talking to a woman I don't recognize. But something else is off.   As she’s talking to the woman, she’s staring…at me. Four years of avoiding my eyes at family dinners, or suddenly finding her phone very interesting whenever I walked into a room, or hugging me for exactly the amount of time that couldn't be called rude.   That’s new. I file it away and go find Christy. 

 Larisa’s POV   The address leads me to a building that doesn't look like much from the outside, which I suspect is intentional. “Massage Parlor,” it simply reads on the black door.   It’s almost like they’re trying really hard to be suspected and investigated by the police. I scoff and take a step into the slightly open door.   I’m stopped by a large hand. Looking up, I see a man with an accompanying large head, dark glasses and obviously fake hair.   "Interview," I say. He looks me up and down once.   Not rudely. More like he's checking something off a list in his head.  

 Melanie’s POV   “Work was …work,” I mutter sarcastically as I push open the door to my apartment.   I wasn’t expecting a grand welcoming or anything, but the silence hit me like a gust of wind.   “Good, baby. I just want you to know that whenever you feel like it, your home is still here with us,” Dad says over the phone.   I roll my eyes. Of course he wants his baby girl back. There’s a thousand reasons I moved out of that place and one of them was his hawk-eyes on me.   He cared…a little too much.   “Thanks dad,” I hum as I kick off my slippers, “but I think I’m handling it well over here,”