All Chapters of Party Animals: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**Elijah**Surprisingly, Zoe had been sticking to her diet. I'd admit I didn't have faith in her because she consumed alcohol almost daily, and if I didn’t cook for her, then her main source of nutrition came from a takeout menu. But as far as I could tell, she’d been diligent, and her hard efforts were paying off.It was Thursday evening, and we were having dinner on my couch while watching Wheel of Fortune. It felt egregiously domestic but simultaneously perfect.“Mama, are you sure you don’t want more to eat?” I asked skeptically.“Nah, I’m good. I had a chicken breast and kale. I’m straight, homie. Oooo, it’s a commercial break; time to do squats,” Zoe announced. She discarded her plate on the coffee table and jumped to her feet. I watched in a trance as she completed her squats, and I didn’t have to wonder where she got the stamina to ride my dick. I was aching for her as she squatted low to the ground and brought her ass back up again. “Daddy, are you being a pervert?” she asked

**Elijah**Zoe threw her keys on the kitchen counter once we entered her house. "Let's talk in the back," she sighed, leading me to the backyard, where we plopped down on lounge chairs. "All right, I'll talk; you listen. Please hold questions until the end." I nodded in agreement and waited for her to begin. "I had been hooking up on and off with Cameron for a while, but it wasn't serious, and no genuine affection was involved. We didn't stay at each other's places. We didn't text unless we were confirming when we were meeting up, and there were no long-ass phone conversations that kept us up half the night while we got to know each other on a deeper level. We never went on a date, and although we run in the same circles, we don't usually come in contact with each other. We met at a frat party at the beginning of summer last year. The last time we hooked up was Valentine's. The texts he sends are usually late at night, and they go unanswered. Don't get me wrong, he's not texting me mu

**Zoe**It was 7:55 in the morning, and I had two very excited friends bouncing in the Jeep, and the only thing they were waiting on was me.“Come on, girl! Let’s go! The man told you he was sleeping in. Call him when we’re halfway there,” Sammy yelled from the passenger seat.“All right. Just gimme a second. I need to make this call.”I stepped to the side and called Michael.“Zoe. What can I do for you this fine Sunday morning?”“I’m glad that you asked. I understand that you and Elijah had a minor falling out. I had hoped you two would’ve worked it out like gentlemen by now, but Elijah said y’all still aren’t talking.”“That’s right,” Michael confirmed.“As you know, I’m heading out of town, but Eli was pretty sick last night. He told me not to come over, and said that he would sleep in, but as I said, he didn’t look so hot last night.”“Lemme guess. You want me to check on him?”“It would mean a lot to me.”“You’ll owe me.”I snapped.“I don’t owe you a got damn thing. What you ne

**Elijah**“My, my, my, how the tables have turned,” Zoe purred as she assisted me into my wheelchair.“You know damn well I don’t need this wheelchair. I’m just following hospital protocol,” I spat.“No need to get huffy with me,” she said, giggling at my temper tantrum. “You’re already acting like a grumpy old man, and I haven’t even gotten you home yet.”“Please don’t call me old,” I sighed, leaning back into the wheelchair and staring at the off-white popcorn ceiling tiles.She leaned down, gripped the wheelchair armrests, and nibbled at the sensitive spots on my neck. I hardened instantly from the sensual contact.“This right here tells me that you’re not old, Daddy,” she teased, palming me through my shorts. “My baby got it up like that,” she boasted with a snap of her fingers.“Damn, Mama. You don’t know much I want you to climb into my lap and–”I was interrupted by a sudden knocking at the door. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude,” Michael apologized from the door. Zoe rolled h

**Zoe**“Where are you going?” I asked sleepily once I felt the bed dip. It was Wednesday, and I knew Elijah was bored being confined to the bed or the couch with nothing to do. He had been coming up with every excuse possible to find a reason to leave; however, Nurse Justice wasn’t having any of that.“We had a call in, and Michael needs a hand,” he answered, rising from the bed.“Cool story, bro. Get in bed. I’ll help at the office.”“Really, Zoe. It’s fine. I feel as good as new,” he argued.“Daddy...when was the last time you’ve been on vacation?”“Vacation?”“Yeah, vacation. You know, get out of town, do some touristy shit. Hell, you can stay home and veg out on the couch for a week. You work all the time. Use this time to take care of yourself. Trust me when I say that I can handle things in your place. I already do the inventory. I can handle the physical exams, and Michal can take the patients that require vaccinations.”“I know you’re concerned, Mama, but there is nothing tha