All Chapters of Daddy's Little Angel : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hiring her was my first mistake. Alina wasn’t just an assistant. She was the daughter of my best friend — the man I’d grown up with, the man who bled out on foreign soil for a flag we both once believed in. He had dreams of a home, of laughter, of a family And he got them, if only for a while. His wife, Elina, was his college love — soft-spoken, radiant, kind. I had known her too. I knew them both, loved them in my own way. She was a great support to him in those days when I was busy building my own career. Whereas I was a little different. A man whose ambition was never to find love as it never belonged to me. I buried myself in ambition. In building the broken company whose responsibility was given to me by my dying father.He wanted to take his legacy, wanting me to make his company on the global level. The Parker industries was the shell when I joined but in the coming years it had taken a name in the forbes, ranking on the one of the top most companies in the country. I hav

His POV-Her jasmine scent, sweet and fucking intoxicating, were filling my lungs, making my cock twitch. I pictured pinning her against the seat, whispering filthy things in her ear, watching her struggle as my licks graze her ears and neck. But I didn’t move, I couldn’t. The age gap was a sign forbidden thoughts, but still, my body didn’t give a fuck about reason or morals. She was going to mine sooner or later, that's the only thought that comes to my mind when I look at her. The car moved around a curve, and her shoulder pressed against mine, her soft curves molding to my side for one second. She gasped, a breathy little sound that shot straight to my cock. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that made me curl my fingers.“Don’t be,” I growled, low enough that the driver wouldn’t hear, but the edge of my tone made her eyes widen. Our gazes locked, and holy shit, the heat in her stare could have melted steel. I saw it, the hunger, the curiosity, the innocence in those b

Alina Pov I went inside the gate, taking a deep breath. Sharing the same car with him was always tough for me. My body couldn't tolerate the sexual tension between us. I looked at the crowd, trying to find my two friends. Students were gathered around the ground, talking to each other. I wasn’t too popular at university, nor did I have many friends. I tried to stay low-key, almost invisible to some of the faces. I am not a fan of schools but my mother wanted me to complete my studies.I always wanted to start my own bakery. I loved spending my time in the kitchen, in between those messy thoughts. I had only two friends—Emma and Olivia—who had been with me since childhood. They were my neighbors, and we had been best friends for as long as I could remember. They knew me deeply, sometimes even better than I knew myself. I have shared my feelings for my father’s best friend, and they knew I was obsessed with the name Ryan Parker in my life. “Look who’s here,” Olivia teased, hugging

Alina pov The sun streamed through the windows, hitting my eyes just as I slowly opened them, my head throbbing with a splitting headache.Yesterday, I drank so much that I can’t remember anything. I only remember drinking shots after shot. I don't know if Emma and Olivia could make it at their home back. I looked around the familiar room and immediately checked my clothes — they still smelled of alcohol and sweat from the night before.I didn't know how I came here, what had happened to me, or why I ended up in this bed. My memory was blank. The images in my mind were so blurred that I couldn't make out anything. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I stood up unsteadily and went to check. A woman in her 30s walked in. She smiled–Her face was radiant and warm and for a second my heart skipped a beat. Who was she and what was she doing here? My thoughts were filled with jealousy–What if she was somehow related to Mr Ryan Parker or she could be his girlfriend. I tightened m

His pov I tossed and turned in bed all night. Those lips looked so good—so lickable—that every time I closed my eyes, I saw them again.I rolled my tongue inside my mouth. I still remembered her taste on my lips—her saliva was sweet, just like her. She was a temptation that could bring me to my knees. She had no idea who she was playing games with. She didn't know I was watching her every time she moaned my name while playing with her small cunt. They were not so big to accommodate my size. I switched on the lights and pulled out my laptop, hidden away in the closet. Those were my secret fantasies, shared in silence. They were trapped behind the walls, in the videos. I opened one of the videos—one where Alina was touching herself. She kept on calling my name while touching herself. I could see her pink nipples that were covered by her pink blanket. She removed the covers while her eyes were closed, and suddenly a moan left her lips, calling me a daddy. I have watched this video eve