All Chapters of Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LIAM’S POV You know that feeling when you’ve messed up so bad you can’t even tell which way’s up? Like every move you make could save you… Or blow everything to hell? Yeah. That’s where I was. Madison was already waiting when I walked into the restaurant ,her back was to the window, her hair catching the light. She was reapplying lipstick in a little compact mirror, and when she saw me, her face lit up with a smile. “There you are,” she said, snapping the mirror shut. “I thought you’d bailed.” She gestured at the chair opposite with two fingers, casual and possessive all at once. “Missed you, Liam.” I slid into the seat, ignoring the way her perfume curled around me. “We need to talk.” She leaned forward, her hair falling in a glossy sheet over her shoulder. “What’s wrong? How are things with Zoe? When do you plan on announcing that the engagement is off?” I exhaled through my nose. No soft landing for this. “The engagement isn't off Madison. She forgave me,” She

JULIAN’S POV Zoella Ivy Monroe. I stared at the HR file I had asked Cassandra to bring in earlier in the day, my fingers drumming lightly against the manila edge. Why was I this curious about her? Well maybe because she had elicited a reaction from me that no one has managed to do in a very long time. I turned to my Macbook and typed in her name on google,doing the one thing i never do. Stalk people. But here I was, staring at the first image of her that popped up and something in my chest tightened. She was beautiful—almost disarmingly so. That mischievous glint in her eyes looked both sweet and sinful at once, like she didn’t know which side to land on… or maybe she did, and she just liked to keep people guessing. It was the kind of smile you wanted to ruin. I scrolled further and her insta*gram page popped up,i clicked on it. It was public. Lucky me. There were Selfies,lots of them, full body shots and , mirror shots. the kind of casual candid

ZOELLA If anyone had told me that my new boss, who happened to be my one-night stand, my cheating fiancé, and I would all end up in the same room talking about loyalty and business pitches like it was afternoon brunch, I would’ve smacked them in the mouth with a club. Now the meeting was over. Liam and Nathan were gone, and I was still sitting in Julian Hart’s office, trying to pretend my pulse wasn’t tap-dancing in my throat, while the man himself leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. “So,” Julian said, his voice low, lazy, and dangerous. “How well do you know him?” I blinked, my mouth doing that thing where it wanted to answer before my brain had finished panicking. How well do I know him? Oh, just biblically. And unfortunately. Julian’s gaze didn’t move off me. In the few encounters I've had with him,I've come to learn that he was a patient man. He stared at me with an amused glint in his eyes like a cat waiting for a mouse to make a stupid

JULIAN’S POV  The scent of Lilian’s perfume lingered as I stood in front of my office door. It was a mixture of jasmine and berries, one of Lilian’s signature scents.  The scent should have grounded me and reminded me of why she had been here, but it didn't because this time, her presence hadn't helped to calm the storm like it usually did. Still, I tried to act like I had everything under control. But then my gaze landed on Mason. And every illusion of control went straight to hell. He was braced against Zoella’s desk, his tie loosened and he was wearing a self-assured grin on his face which made my blood boil.Her head was tilted toward him, just slightly, like she was listening to something clever he’d said. But her eyes weren't on Mason, they were on me and with the open curiosity on her face, I could tel

ZOE’S POV I woke up with a heaviness in my chest that the sunlight shining across my bed couldn’t make lighter. The alarm blared, and I smacked it silent as I stumbled out of bed. I dragged myself into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away last night’s frustration. By the time I’d dressed and put on minimal makeup, the knot of anger still hadn't digested. Liam was sitting at the kitchen counter with coffee, looking almost boyish when I stepped in.“Good morning Zoe,” he said softly, as if we hadn’t been at each other’s throats less than twelve hours ago. “About last night—” I tied my robe tighter,grabbed a mug and poured myself coffee, staring at the dark liquid .”It’s fine Liam. Good morning.” His brows drew together as he tilted his head. “Is it?” I forced a smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach my eyes.“It’s fine,” I repeated, allowing him to hug me when he stood and crossed the room. He smelled like his usual expensive cologne, but it didn’