All Chapters of Dirty Daddies Underground: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Haper's POVMark’s not home, which means he must’ve already gone to work. Good. I grab my bag, take one last look at myself in the mirror, and head out the door. The walk to the store takes nearly an hour, but if it leads to something worth remembering, it’ll be more than worth it.When I arrive at the store, I start browsing straight away, my eyes scanning over the racks with more nerves than I expected. I can’t seem to find what they told me to look for, and I don’t want to waste time pretending I know where it is. Swallowing my hesitation, I walk over to one of the shop assistants, offering her a polite smile.“Hi, could you show me where the Hellraiser set is, please?”Her smile is warm, reassuring in a way that calms the flutter of nerves in my chest. “Of course I can. This way.”I follow her through a few aisles until she stops and lifts a hanger from the display. “Here it is.”She holds up the set, and I get my first proper look at it. It’s black, strappy, dramatic, exactly wha

Nathan's POV“She’s putting real thought into this,” Theo says, still smiling.“A lot of thought,” Mason adds. “Thirteen outfits worth.”I nod and glance back at the paperwork in front of me. “And for the record, no one is checking the receipt email later. I don’t want either of you knowing what she actually picked.”Mason snorts. “She said she’s going to send more pictures, remember? You think that’s going to help us forget?”Groaning, I drop my head back. “Yes, but she might not send the one she ends up wearing. So leave the receipt alone. Now, can we get back to work and figure out this damn car service?”I glance up, only to see both of them staring at Theo’s phone like it’s the holy grail.“Seriously?” I groan again. “You two can’t go five minutes without getting distracted.”They are still staring like they’ve been hypnotised, Theo’s hand gripping his phone, Mason leaning in as if it holds something sacred between them. I don’t even have to ask. I can feel it in the shift of the

Harper's POVI’ve sent them pictures of almost everything I tried on, but no matter how many sets I hold up or how many I slip into, I keep coming back to the Hellraiser.It’s expensive, too expensive for what I’m technically allowed to spend, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m getting paid for tonight. That’s the whole point, right? And what’s the cost of one lingerie set in the grand scheme of what I’m about to get?Clutching the hanger more tightly, I make up my mind. I’m buying the Hellraiser. Even if it means I don’t buy anything else. Even if it leaves me with nothing to wear over it. Not that I even need anything layered on top, not with this set.I step out of the changing room, the items I tried stacked across my arms. The same woman from earlier spots me and offers a warm smile before walking over.“Was everything alright?” she asks.“Yes,” I say with a nod. “I think I’ll just take this one.” I hold up the Hellraiser set, already trying not to flinch at the idea of the pr

Harper's POVHe reaches out, picks it up slowly, holds it between two fingers like it’s something vile. His lip curls slightly in disgust.“This is what they want you to wear?” he asks, lifting it higher.“They said I should choose,” I reply softly, pulling the towel tighter around my body.He scoffs, then tosses the Hellraiser back onto the bed like it burns. “Yeah, I bet they want you to choose something like this. Might as well wrap yourself in nothing.”I don’t say anything, because there’s nothing I can say that he’ll hear.Mark moves to the pile, shuffling through the pieces until he pulls out one of the more basic sets. It’s plain black cotton, thin straps, no lace, no silk, no sparkle. It’s practical. Boring. Something a teenager might wear under her school uniform. He holds it out toward me.“You’re wearing this,” he says.I stare at it, then shake my head slightly. “It doesn’t look right.”“It doesn’t matter,” he snaps. “It won’t be staying on you for long anyway, will it?”

Theo’s POVThe moment the elevator doors slide open and we step into the penthouse, the sound of our boots muffled by the thick carpeting, I have to physically restrain the groan threatening to claw its way up my throat. She’s here. She’s real. And she’s kneeling exactly where she should be, her back straight, her head bowed just enough to show respect without fear, her posture perfect even though she’s never done this before. I don’t know if it’s natural instinct or just blind trust, but it makes my cock twitch.Her black hair falls in soft, loose curls down her back, catching the golden light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it takes every ounce of discipline I have not to walk right up to her and fist my hand in it. And then, as if the sight of her on her knees isn’t enough, I realise what she’s wearing. The Hellraiser set. The very one I had told her to try on and take a look at, hoping she’d listen and at least try it on.I honestly hadn’t expected her to choose