Semua Bab Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Zoella The tequila was either working or plotting my death. Three shots in and i was 93% sure i could feel the lining of my stomach peeling, but i didn’t care. Everything was blurry in the best possible way. I was swaying on the dance floor like a malfunctioning roomba,my mascara already halfway down my cheeks. Somewhere in the back of my mind,a rational voice whispered, “Zo,maybe slow down a bit.” But that voice sounded a lot like Liam,so I flipped it off and ordered another drink,downing it in one go. To hell with him and to hell with Madison too. May their genitals fall off and spontaneously combust. I stumbled my way into the women’s restroom like a heroic drunk pirate,gripping the wall for balance. The lighting was unreasonably bright. Like surgical-table bright. My reflection in the mirror looked like a deranged raccoon who’d been through hell and then walked straight into Sephora. “Mirror mirror on the wall,” I muttered to myself,squinting at my reflection. “

Zoella I took off my heels, clutching them to my chest as I watched Julian speak with the receptionist. God, he was a delicious man and looked so much older. How much older than me could he be? Twelve? Fifteen years? I would be twenty-four in a couple of months and the man standing beside me looked thirty-six or more. What on earth was I doing? Am I actually going to do this? Surrender my body to a stranger for one night of Sinful pleasure just because I was cheated on? As soon as the question formed in my head, my pussy clenched as i watched Julian run a hand through his hair. Such a bitch. My cunt was ready to go all the way. She has been panting after this man since we first laid eyes on him. “Here you go Mr Julian, Room 11a. We’ll send your order upstairs right away.” The voice of the receptionist cut through my thoughts and I looked over catching the moment she leaned forward slightly, giving Julian an ample view of her bosom. Bu

ZOELLA’S POV Liam had been hovering around me all day like a bee chasing honey. It had taken all of my willpower to pretend that his presence didn't nauseate me. My father had texted me hours ago, summoning me to the family house. So here I was, standing in front of the home I hadn’t lived in for years. It was still the same red tiled roof lined with the same sharp-edged roses sprinkled along the walkway. But somehow, the dread in my chest felt just as fresh as it did back then. I hadn’t even made it past the foyer when I heard my name. “Zoella!” The deep baritone of my father’s voice reverberated through the air like a whip. I barely had time to square my shoulders before his figure emerged from the living room, eyes already ablaze with fury. “What the hell are you thinking?” His voice boomed. “Do you want to burn everything we’ve built to the ground?” Before I could ask what everything was supposed to be, his palm met my cheek with a sharp, humiliating sting

ZOELLA I have done a lot of things in my life but stalking has never been one of them. But right now as I sat across from Julian, it sure felt like I was stalking him. Come to think of it, he had called me a stalker when I slipped into the backseat of his car. Life really knew how to make a girl look desperate. “Look, Mr. Hart,” I began, sitting straighter in the ridiculously expensive leather chair. “I think there’s been some sort of—” “You don't have to waste your breath explaining Miss Monroe.” His tone was icy as he cut me off. He didn’t even look up from the folder in front of him, flipping through my resume like he was skimming a menu he didn’t particularly like. I clenched my teeth, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. Okay, cool. He’s going for ‘arrogant bastard CEO.’ Classic move. Breathe, Zoella. “I just thought I should clear up the misunderstanding,” I tried again, keeping my voice even. “I didn’t even know who you were when I applied. This job w

ZOELLA’S POV Damien’s voice interrupted, effectively shattering the moment. “Oops. Forgot my watch.” I jerked back, my cheeks flaming, scrambling to my feet like the floor had just turned to lava. Perfect. Nothing like being caught kneeling in front of your boss, very appropriate. Julian straightened in his seat, that cool mask sliding neatly into place. Damien, who either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the tension in the room, sauntered in with his usual smug grin, his hands shoved in his pockets. “Well, well,” he said, glancing between us. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” Julian pinned him with an icy stare, his expression not wavering. “You’re not interrupting. Grab your watch and go.” Damien chuckled, scooping his Rolex off the table. “Relax, Hart. Just picking up what I left behind.” He winked at me as he left. The door clicked shut behind him with a finality that made me all too aware of the fact that I was alone again with him. The silence in the ro