Lahat ng Kabanata ng Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Desmond POVThe house was quiet when I got back, too quiet. The adrenaline from the club still thrummed through my veins, but something else pulled at me—a sense of unease, a dread I couldn’t shake.I moved upstairs, boots silent on the polished floor. Then I saw her. Brielle, curled under her covers, shoulders trembling. Quiet, broken sobs shook her tiny frame.I didn’t hesitate. I crossed the room in two strides, kneeling beside the bed and gathering her into my arms. She fit against me like she had always belonged there, like she was a part of me I’d forgotten existed. Her tears soaked my shirt, but I didn’t care.“It’s okay… it’s okay,” I murmured, rocking her gently. My lips brushed her hairline, over her forehead. She lifted her face to mine, eyes glassy and wide.Something inside me twisted—protectiveness, longing, frustration. I kissed her forehead softly, murmuring the words she needed to hear: “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”Her gaze drifted to mine, and for a moment, I saw the

BRIELLE'S POVI stared at the ceiling, frustration and need coiled tight in my stomach. Sleep was out of reach.My body was on fire, and he wouldn't get out of my head.With a frustrated huff, I sat up. There was only one way to let off some steam. Reaching underthe bed, I pulled out my secret weapon, a small, purple vibrator.It hummed to life in my palm, sending shivers through me. I'd never used it thinking aboutanyone before, but tonight...I settled back against the pillows, closing my eyes. Desmond's face materialized in mymind...his dark eyes, those tense muscles, the way he'd looked at me like he was hungry...I took a shuddering breath, letting my hand glide along my body. It was all too easy to imagine itwas him, his fingers tracing my skin, his voice in my ear…"Brielle."I nearly jumped at the sound of my name, but the voice was only in my head...his low rasp in myear, his hands on my skin. I bit my lip to sti

Desmond POV David and I slid into a downtown hotel under the pretense of being two burned-out businessmen. The room smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and old money; the blinds cut the world into patient, ordered lines. I dropped my duffel on the sofa and let the silence settle around us for a beat, long enough for the adrenaline to leak out and for the consequences to sink in. David made a show of unpacking nothing but a razor and a toothbrush. loosen up, mate. Stop measuring danger in calories burned. ” “You should really “Shut up, ” I said, untying the laces on the boot I’d been wearing since midnight. My fingers moved on autopilot...cleaning, checking, It was ritual, like prayer. It kept the ghosts from stepping too close. The TV in the corner murmured some meaningless channel. The hotel clerk had given us a coupon for breakfast like we were still the sort who ate croissants and read newspapers. I could have laughed at the normalcy of it. My phone vibrated. Jonathan’

Brielle’s povMorning light spilled across the room, soft and golden. Mirren was still asleep beside me, onearm flung across her face, hair everywhere. I smiled to myself. Having someone who knew youinside out, who you could laugh with about anything, was a blessing I didn’t take for granted.We’d been through a lot together, and somehow, she always made the quiet moments feelnormal again.I slipped out of bed and padded toward the kitchen. Soon the smell of frying eggs and butteredtoast filled the air. Mirren eventually stumbled in, yawning.“Morning, chef,” she said, snagging a piece of toast.“You’re feeding me again? You’ll spoil me.”“Someone’s got to,” I said with a small smile.place.”“Besides, there’s not much else to do in thisShe rolled her eyes and leaned against the counter.he’ll let us breathe.”“Maybe when Desmond finally gets back,As if summoned, the front door opened.

Brielle's POVI stirred slowly, like I was rising from the bottom of a warm, deep ocean. My body felt…different.Heavy in the best way. Sore in a way that made me smile before I even opened my eyes.There was an ache between my legs...a delicious, tender throb that pulsed with every slow beatof my heart. Not pain. Pleasure. The kind that lingered like a secret you didn’t want to let go ofjust yet.I stretched lazily beneath the sheets, letting out a soft moan as my muscles responded...my hipsrolling instinctively into the mattress like they were chasing something that wasn’t thereanymore.“Mmm…” I sighed, pressing my thighs together and savoring the echo of what had happened.Then it hit me.Desmond.The couch.His hands on me...his voice so rough when he said “Brielle.”The way he looked at me…like I was something sacred and sinful all at once.And then...he cleaned me up?My eyes snapped open as reality rushed in with startling clarity.I was in bed now. Not on the couch where