All Chapters of Daddy's Little Angel : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Ryan Parker POV The next day, I had an important meeting with the investors and my so-called mother was also present. She kept on trying to make conversation with me, wanting to talk to me like nothing happened. I know she wanted something and this time it was marriage. Not for love. Not for me. For her status. She had done this before, drugging me and trying to make me sleep with a girl but I threw her out. She had her perfect puppet picked out, the girl that could control me throughout my life. Because of her I never believed in love, never wanted it. I have seen my father tear apart, losing his everything, piece by piece until he had nothing left and it was just for one woman. I swore I would never want to make the same mistake. I was sitting in the boardroom, discussing the project we were investing in. It was a good deal– the kind that would lift the Parker industries to a new height. “What do you think, Mr Parker?" the investor asked. “The deal’s good,” I replied

Alina pov I woke up to the noise of a pilot that was about to land. I looked outside the window. I was so excited and happy to visit the city of dreams with the man of my dreams. He was sitting beside me, still working on his laptop. “Awake,” Mr Parker asked, his voice low, almost a growl. Heat rose to my cheek, as I nodded my head. I immediately stood up, trying to adjust my dress with trembling fingers. I shouldn't wear this dress. The temperature was low, bringing goosebumps on my body. “Let’s go,” he said and I followed his lead. We got out of the plane and the driver was already waiting for us. He took our luggage and we slit into the car. The silence was thick– the only sound was his typing on his phone. I sat still, putting my hands on either side of my legs, holding the folder tightly in my arms. I didn't want to look into his direction. “Do you want something, Ms Easton,” He asked, without looking up. I shook my head, turning my gaze to the window. The city was

Her pov I pushed his body to the lift towards his room. “Where are the keys?” I asked, breathing unsteady. He smiled but didn't reply. My jaw tightened. He loves to test my patience. “Keys,” I asked. No response. I closed my eyes, and reached into his pockets. There it was. I froze for a second. His warm lips touched my cheeks and I felt the hardness of his shaft against my fingers. The air thickened, changed into something deeper, darker, that I didn’t expect. My cheeks turned hot red. I immediately tore out the keys from his pocket, hands trembling and forced myself to focus on opening the gate. The gate clicked open. I pushed his body inside his room, and he collapsed onto the bed. I looked at his beautiful features perfectly aligned, perfectly made with perfection. In sleep, he looked gentler, calmer, almost breakable. It was the only time he wasn’t terrifying, but still had an intimidating vibe. I sat on his bed, and touched his face. This face had made me awake for yea