All Chapters of Touch Me,Daddies : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IVY’S POVThe music was too loud.The drinks were too strong.And I was way too sober for any of this.I stood at the edge of the dance floor like I didn’t belong,and I probably didn’t. Not really.I hadn’t come here to party. Or flirt. Or find someone new.I came to forget.The dress clung to me like a secret I wasn’t ready to tell. Red. Tight. Dangerous. It was my “revenge bitch era outfit ” that was carefully locked away in my closet. No bra. No straps. Just curves and a dangerously high slit that revealed more thigh than I was used to showing in public.I didn’t wear makeup. Didn’t have the time, or the energy, or the emotional bandwidth to paint a new version of myself.Just a clear gloss on my lips and a prayer that the low lighting would hide the war going on behind my eyes.The heels pinched. The room spun. And my heart hadn’t stopped aching since this morning.But at least here , surrounded by strangers and synthetic beats, I didn’t have to think about the voicemail notificat

IVY’S POVI woke up to dust particles dancing in a ray of sun that hurt my eyes.My head pounded like someone was shoving a hammer behind my forehead, beating a rhythm I didn’t understand. My mouth was dry. My eyes were dry. My heels were in the doorway. And my red dress that had made me feel powerful for exactly fifteen minutes was bunched awkwardly around my hips like a discarded napkin.I blinked at the ceiling. Mind spiraling.Was it a dream?No. Had to be. There was no way three insanely hot, terrifying men had whispered filthy things in my ear and asked if they could share me like I was dessert.No way I had felt my entire body quietly hum at the idea.I groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing at my temples. My throat felt dry and croaked like I’d smoked a pack of cigarettes and cried for hours. Which was possible.Then I saw it.A small black card on my nightstand.Crisp.Perfect.Untouched by the chaos of my life.I stared at it for a full ten seconds before I picked it up.It was

IVY’S POVI clocked out of my second job with aching feet, mop water drying sticky against my socks. The janitor uniform clung to me, my back begging for rest.But I had a date.Not the awkward kind that ended in halfhearted hugs. Tonight, three men with deep pockets and darker desires were waiting.At home, I stripped and showered until the water ran cold. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about them Asher’s dominance, Levi’s teasing grin, Kai’s unreadable stare. Heat curled in my stomach at the thought.Then I caught sight of my baby sister’s picture on my vanity. My reason.The bag they’d sent me held a satin red dress, silver heels, and a diamond necklace that glittered against my collarbone. I transformed from exhausted janitor into someone who might almost belong in their world.My phone buzzed.Your ride is outside, princess.A black Rolls-Royce waited. The suited driver opened the door like I was royalty.“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly as we drove through glittering streets

Welcome, Miss Ellory.”The driver’s voice was calm as he opened the car door, the soft click of the handle nearly drowned out by the quiet rustle of morning wind brushing across the estate’s massive courtyard.I stepped out slowly, heels clicking against the pale stone as my eyes lifted wide and unblinking at the sight in front of me.It wasn’t a house.It was a goddamn kingdom.The kind of place that didn’t just scream money but whispered power. Cold, quiet, and certain.Marble columns stretched toward a sky so blue it looked fake. Two symmetrical water fountains danced near the arched entryway, and thick hedges shaped into rose bushes flanked the pristine driveway. Everything smelled faintly of lavender and a scent I couldn’t place but clean and rich and intimidating.I clutched the small designer handbag they’d given me that morning. My palms were clammy despite the cool air.“Miss?”A tall, sharply dressed woman in black stood in the massive doorway, hands clasped. Her bun was to

ASHER’S POVI found the list exactly where I expected it, placed gently on the glass desk in my office like a quiet cry for help.Two columns. Pain and Dreams.I read it once. Then again. And again.Each word punched me in the gut harder than the last.PAINS:— Nana’s medical bills.— Ella’s school fees.— Feeding.— My broken relationship.— My job (or lack of one).— My parents’ debts.— Credit card debt.— College.Dreams.— Travel out of the country.— See the Eiffel Tower.— Fly private.— Go to an underwater hotel.— Take Ella to Disneyland.— Get my boutique someday.— Wear a wedding dress that fits me like a second skin.— Be happy without guilt.I don’t want to be bought. I just want to be chosen.Simple things.Things that should’ve been basic.But for someone like her… they were distant galaxies.I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin. There was a tightness in my chest I didn’t like. A heat behind my eyes I wasn’t used to.Fuck.I wasn’t supposed to feel