Semua Bab Dirty Daddies Underground: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Nathan’s POVI hadn’t planned on going into that room. I only meant to grab the damn form and get it signed. But when I saw that one signature missing, Theo’s, of course, I felt a familiar wave of irritation rise in my chest. I didn’t linger. I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t let myself think too hard about what I saw in there.Not yet.The door opens behind me, and Mason walks in, casual as ever. He drops into the chair across from my desk and stretches out.“She’s good,” he says simply. “Happy. Not shaken up by what he did to her.”I should take that as reassurance. I want to. But the tight coil in my gut doesn’t loosen. Instead, I snap without meaning to.“The fact that he was done in a few hours tells me he went hard.”Mason raises an eyebrow. “So much for slow exposure, right?” he says, half a joke, but I don’t laugh.“She’s still standing,” he adds after a pause. “Better than standing. She’s content. Don’t worry about her, worry about him.”I lean back in my chair and force a bre

Theo’s POVI wake to warmth pressed against me, soft and solid and undeniably familiar. When I open my eyes, the early morning light cuts in through the edge of the curtains, and I can’t help the smirk that curls across my lips.She’s still here.I half expected her to untangle herself and crawl into her own bed, maybe muttering something about needing space or personal boundaries. I definitely expected her to pull away so I wasn’t still buried inside her, but I am. And she hasn’t just accepted it. She’s wrapped herself around me like she meant to.One of her legs is hooked over my hip. Her arms are coiled around my shoulders. Her breathing is slow, steady. Completely at ease.It’s a new way to wake up, one that I could absolutely get used to.I’ve fallen asleep inside a woman before. It happens. But I’ve never woken up still inside her, with her holding me in place like I belong there. Like the connection between us wasn’t just about sex, but something deeper. Something neither of us

Harper’s POVIn my defence, all I did was ask for a pair of scissors. I never intended to tell Nathan and Mason that Theo was tied to the bed and very much stuck there. But unfortunately, the moment the words left my mouth, they demanded to know exactly why I needed scissors.Things only got stranger from there.In hindsight, I probably should not have led with the phrase, “I tied Theo to the bed to dominate him.” That clearly had not been the right opening line, especially given how Nathan froze, staring at me like I was asking for tools to carve Theo into pieces rather than, quite literally, to untie him.To be fair, I think Theo would have found that entire misunderstanding hilarious. Nathan, on the other hand, absolutely did not.Now, seated at the kitchen table, I take a sip from my glass just as Mason slides into the chair across from me. He leans back, relaxed as ever, and watches me over the rim of his cof

Mason’s POVWe’ve managed to get through a lot in the last few hours. Not everything, but enough that the stack of papers has begun to shrink and the room no longer feels quite so suffocating. It’s been about three hours.Theo, on the other hand, has tried to leave at least fifteen times. It’s honestly impressive how easily he gets distracted, and at this point, it’s more amusing than frustrating. He sighs, fidgets, and occasionally stares at Harper like she’s the only thing tethering him to sanity.But now, it’s time to shift the conversation. There’s something I planned to bring up anyway, and with Harper here, her insight might actually be helpful. She may have a fresher perspective, one not shaped by years of policy and platform management.I glance around the table, clearing my throat before speaking. “About the issue we emailed around the other day, specifically regarding the mis

Nathan’s POVShe’s really doing it. For hours. Right there under the table while we’ve all been going through policies and updates like it’s a regular day. And somehow, out of the dozen people in this room, only Theo noticed.I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little sorry for him. But I also regret changing seats earlier. If I had stayed where I was, I’d be sitting next to her, and I’d have a much better view of the show.Theo looks like he’s been through hell. Not the kind with fire and brimstone, the kind with slow, lingering torment. The kind designed by someone who knows exactly where to touch to unmake you. His jaw is tight, his fists clenched, and he keeps dragging his hand over his face like it might help.Then she bites her lip. I see the shiver ripple through her, subtle but unmistakable. There’s no sound, but I watch the soft moan shape her lips. She lifts her hand