All Chapters of Daddy Please!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The building was a ghost town at this hour. I had stayed late again because as usual, I had leftover work that I had to finish. But it was not just work that was keeping me here till midnight.I needed to see Petyr. He had been dodging my texts all week and skipping my attempt to rekindle what we'd shared. I mean, I was used to him acting this way but I could not take it any longer. It puzzled me that he did not want me as badly as I wanted him. So I decided to stay back. Maybe he needed a little pushing to take action. I'd overheard Mrs. LeVaughn mention that Petyr was staying back late today so I had stayed back too. I grabbed my purse and headed towards the elevator. My mind replayed our passionate moments – thought boosted by aphrodisiacs – as I stepped into the elevator. No, there was absolutely no way I was spending another night without his cock in me. The corridor was dark when I reached the executive floor. However, the lights were on in Petyr's office. When I got to t

My hands trembled as I fumbled with my bag. But before I could hand anything over, my eyes caught a shadow moving in the window. In the next second, the door was ripped open with a force that made me scream. Petyr was there, eyes filled with rage as he grabbed the driver by his collar. His fist connected with the guy's jaw in a sickening crack. I flinched from effect. The driver yelped and his gun fell to the floor as Petyr landed more punches in a storm of fury. “Get away from her,” He ordered as his fists connected with the guy's stomach. Then his face. Blood splashed on the pavement and I cringed. The driver scrambled back, his eyes wide in terror. “You crazy bastard,” He screamed. Petyr advanced towards him again and he bolted, abandoning his cab.“What a pussy,” Petyr muttered as he watched the man go, no doubt wondering if he should go after him and finish what he started.I was shaking in the backseat, my purse clutched to my chest. He opened the door and reached out for

Weeks later, Darius was at my apartment again. I had just returned from grocery shopping and as I pushed open the door, I expected the quiet of my apartment. Instead, the scent of buttery popcorn hit me followed by the blare of a TV sitcom. Once again, Darius was sprawled on my couch like he had contributed to its purchase with a bowl of popcorn balancd on his stomach. His dirty sneakers were propped on he coffee table. Ofcourse he was here. Again. He grinned when he saw me. Silently, I dropped the shopping bags on the counter. “Darius,” I said with a heavy sigh, “What is it again?” “Yo, Kiara, chill” He said, “Been a minute. How's my cute sis doing? How you holding up?” His eyes scanned me as if he actually cared. But I was not here for it. “Just cut the bullshit and tell me what brought you here?” After what he had done the last time, I was in mood to be receptive. I leabed against the counter, waiting for him to start talking. He sighed and set the popcorn down, h

I was waiting at the balcony, my hands gripping the railings when Damien returned. My heart leapt when I heard the hum of a car engine and saw the headlights that cut through the darkness. I waited till the elevator pinged and I heard his heavy footsteps behind me before I ran to him and jumped into his arms. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. “Babe, I'm sorry,” I said in a trembling voice that indicated that my tears were about to fall anytime soon. “I was harsh. I didn’t mean it. You’re everything to me, to us.”I pressed a hand through my bump but as I inhaled, a unfamiliar scent hit me. It was a woman's perfume – floral. My body stiffened from effect but I said nothing. Who was he with?He wrapped his arms around me tightly. “Erica, I love you,” He said, his breath warm against my ear. He dropped me to the floor gently then cupped my face as his eyes searched mine. “I was pissed, yeah, but I’m here. You’re my world, you and our baby. Nothing changes that.”

The office was a hive of tension, the hum of phones and clacking keyboards were a stark contrast to the chaos brewing in my chest. The Philly Star headline screaming Sterling Enterprises on the Brink had sent the office into a frenzy. Executives were whispering, assistants were scrambling, Petyr was locked in his office with the board.My phone was tucked in my purse, feeling like a grenade with the photos and videos of Petyr and Maria in his office. It was like a secret I had carried since that night, a secret that was becoming too heavy to keep. I had watched it at least a hundred and fifty times now and the sound of Maria's moans and Petyr's grunts were embedded in my brain. As the clock hit 5:00pm, the office began to empty out. I spotted Brandon from across the room, talking to another employee. They were hunched over a laptop, and his tie was loosened. My stomach twisted as my mind flashed back to yesterday at La Dolce Vita. Maria's pretence and her lies about not knowing w