All Chapters of Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

AriannaI did not call him for two weeks after the night at the club. Not because I wanted to torture him although that was definitely a bonus but because I needed time to think about what I was doing amdwhat we were doing. The lessons had started as a way to get revenge. A way to make him grovel and suffer and understand what it felt like to want something you could not have. But somewhere along the way it had shifted into something else. Something that scared me.I could feel him through the bond now more clearly than before. I could feel when he was think about me. When he was aching for me. When he was trying so hard to be good and patient like I told him to be. And it was getting harder to ignore the pull. Harder to pretend that I was doing this just to hurt him when the truth was I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.But I was not ready to admit that yet. Not to him and definitely not to myself. So I made him wait.When I finally texted him it was late on a Saturday nigh

Jax I was still catching my breath when her phone rang. We were tangled up in her sheets and my whole body felt like it had been wrung out and put back together wrong in the best possible way. She had her head on my chest and I was running my fingers through her hair just enjoying the quiet and peace. Then her phone started buzzing on the nightstand and she tensed against me. She sat up and reached for it and I watched her face change when she looked at the screen. Something shuttered in her expression and that made my stomach drop. “I have to take this,” she said. “Okay,” I said. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I laid there staring at the ceiling and trying not to listen but werewolf hearing made that pretty much impossible. I could hear her voice through the door. Professional amd a bit too polite. Nothing like the way she talked to me. “Yes I can do tonight.” she said. “What time? Okay. The usual rate? Perfect. I will be there.

Arianna I had been thinking about this for three days strsight. Ever since the night I came back from the job and found him waiting in the parking lot like some kind of lost puppy. He had not tried to stop me. He had not raged or demanded or thrown a tantrum like I expected him to. He had just waited. And when I let him touch me afterwards he had been so careful about Like I was something precious instead of something he owned. That was when I knew he was ready. Or at least I hoped he was ready. Because what I was about to do was either going to prove that all these lessons had actually changed him or it was going to prove that he was still the same selfish arrogant boy who only cared about his own pleasure. And I needed to know which one it was before I let myself fall any deeper into this thing between us. I texted him on a Thursday night. Me: Come over tomorrow at eight. Wear something nice. He responded immediately. Jaxhole: Okay. Is this another lesson? I smiled at my

Jax I was not supposed to be at the club that night. Arianna had been very clear about boundaries and one of those boundaries was that I did not show up at her work uninvited. But my father had called me into his office earlier that day and spent two hours lecturing me about responsibility and duty and how I needed to start acting like the future Alpha King instead of whatever the hell I had been doing lately. By the time he was done I felt like I was going to crawl out of my own skin. So I went to the club. I told myself I was just going to have a drink and maybe watch her work for a little while. That was all. I would sit in the corner and mind my own business and leave before she even noticed I was there. But the second I walked through the door I knew something was wrong. The energy in the room was off. It was wayy too loud and aggressive. There was a group of guys at the bar who were clearly drunk and getting drunker. They were from a neighboring pack. I could smell it

Jax She walked out from behind the bar and headed for the back door. I followed her because I knew better than to argue when she used that tone. When we got outside into the alley behind the club she whirled on me. “What the hell was that?” She demanded. “What was what?” I asked. “He grabbed you. I was not going to just sit there and let him disrespect you like that.” “I did not ask for your help. I had it handled.” “He was twice your size Arianna. How exactly did you have it handled?” I raised a brow. “I have been dealing with drunk assholes for two years Jax. I know how to handle myself. I do not need you swooping in like some kind of hero every time someone looks at me wrong.” “He did not just look at you wrong” I sighed really getting tired. “He grabbed you. He put his hands on you. And I am supposed to just sit there and watch?” “Yes. That is exactly what you are supposed to do. Unless I specifically ask for help you stay out of it.” I could feel my temper risin