All Chapters of Daddy Please!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Something was up with Maria. Whatever was wrong had been going on for days and it gnawed at me.But each time I asked if she was going through something, I got the same reply,"Oh, no. I'm okay,"But only the outright blind would not see that she was not okay.The Maria I knew was vibrant. She was not everybody's person but she was a bubbly fellow.The new version, on the other hand, was a grumpy little bitch.I'd also noticed she was seriously avoiding someone, looking over her shoulder like whoever it was was going to jump on her any moment.To make matters worse, only recently, she began refusing to join me for lunch. Arcodding to her, she preferred to sit in her office and work.That was all she was about. Work. Work. Work.Did she fight with Brandon? I thought. That was probably the reason for her behaviour and I was going to find out.I made my way to Brandon's office, a few doors away from Maria's. He was scrolling on his phone when I entered and he barely acknowledged me. "H

The rain had finally stopped and the smell of wet pavement hung in the air.I sat in the kitchen, with a cup of chamomile tea between my hands as I fought to push thoughts of Petyr as far away from my mind as I could. Welp! Ignoring him was definitely not an advisable thing to do. But I did not want him to feel it was okay speaking to me like that. The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking my train of thoughts and cutting through the soft hum of the TV in the living room, where my parents were watching some old sitcom.Mom called out, "Maria, can you get that? Probably Mrs. Torres with her empanadas again,"I hoped off the stool, smoothing my hair as I crossed to the door. When I pulled it open, my breath caught. It was Petyr standing at the door, not Mrs. Torres. What was he doing here? His gaze held mine, pinning me in place. "Sirena," He said, his voice smooth and low in a way that sent shivers down my spine, "I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by to see your parents.”I

The air was heavy with the fallout of betrayal. I stood at the head of the conference table, scanning the room with my eyes. Erica sat to my right, tapping her pen under a notepad. The other chairs were occupied by the executives. The news had hit like a sledge hammer that morning. Deng Chol had pulled out. Apparently, he had been spooked by a leaked report in the Philadelphia Inquirer claiming that Sterling Enterprises was hemorrhaging reports. I knew it was fake – those figures made me sense – but the damage had been done. I gripped the table's edge as I addressed the room. “Ladies and gentlemen, let's cut to the chase,” My eyes flicked to each of their faces, “The Inquirers report is nonsense. Someone's playing games, leaking falsified data to spook the investors. I want to know who and I want this to stop. Now.” Margaret Chen leaned forward, “Leaks don't just happen. The report had details. Specific figures, expense breakdowns. There's no doubt it came from withi

“Why are you saying one thing and your body is saying otherwise?”His hands traced mine, going up slowly till it reached my shoulder. Then, with a finger, he lifted my chin and kissed me. I didn't stop him or try to pull away. I did not attempt to deepen the kiss either. Just stood there and let him do his thing, pretending it was not sending electric shocks down my body. “Petyr…” I half said, half moaned. “Do you know how it feels to watch you and not be able to talk to you or hold you?” A small smile played on my lips. He had been suffering. “Do you know how it feels to be wrongly accused?” His eyes met mine, serious now, “I'm really sorry about that, Sirena. It's not my intention to accuse you wrongly. I was just …” He paused. I shifted my weight to one foot. “Jealous? Unreasonable? Unnecessarily angry?” He smiled and pulled me into another kiss. My defences were weaker now. My arms itched to wrap around his shoulder.“All of that,” He said, after he pulled away. “Yeah, al

Before I could react, his hands gripped me and he pulled me forward. Then he spun me around and slammed me against the desk. I gasped, half in shock, half in raw, electric pressure. “Hey,”“Quiet,” His command jolted something deep in me and I found my body succumbing. He pressed his body against mine, pinning me in a place.He slid a hand up my thigh, forcing my legs wider until the edge of the desk dug into my hips.“You think you're in control?” He groaned, “Well, not anymore. You've had your fun. Now you're mine,”Hearing him say those things was doing something to me. I whimpered before I could stop myself. My fingers held on tighter to the desk as he placed his palm against my stomach, pushing me harder on the wood. “I want to hear you say it, princess. Say you're mine,” I tried to resist but his other hand wrapped viciously in my hair. He yanked my hair back until my throat was bared. I felt his lips first then his teeth. The fight melted right out of me. “I'm yours, dad