บททั้งหมดของ Touch Me,Daddies : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The ride home was quiet. Ella's little body had finally given in to exhaustion, her head pressed against my arm as she clutched her new doll. The shopping bags filled the trunk, a ridiculous amount of things for one child but I didn't regret a single piece. For once, I'd watched her smile without shadows in her eyes, and that was priceless.When we arrived, the driver carried the bags inside while I scooped Ella up. She stirred but didn't wake, her cheek pressed into my shoulder. I climbed the stairs slowly, breathing in the faint strawberry scent of her hair, wishing I could keep her this small, this safe, forever.By the time I laid her on the bed and pulled the blanket over her, she was gone completely, soft breaths even and peaceful. I lingered there for a moment, just watching. My chest ached, knowing how quickly this world could rip innocence apart.I brushed a kiss against her temple and slipped from the room, closing the door carefully.And then I saw it again. The card.It we

Asher's POVThe office was silent but tense, like the air before a storm. Ivy stood in front of my desk, pale, phone trembling in her hand as she held it out for me to read.Two messages. Short. Sharp. Cowardly.You think you're safe there?You're not.Every instinct in me roared. My jaw tightened as I read them again, forcing myself to stay calm, to think instead of break something.Kai lounged against the wall, but even his easy posture was edged with tension. Levi stood at the window, silent, fists flexing at his sides.I looked back at Ivy. Her chin was lifted, like she wanted to be brave, but her eyes betrayed her wide, frightened, already calculating what these words might mean for Ella.I softened only for a second, enough to take the phone from her trembling fingers. "You should've shown me the moment this came in."Her voice was low, strained. "I just... I didn't want it to be real.""It is real," I said coldly, sliding the phone across the desk. "And now it's mine to handle.

IVY'S POVThe sunlight crept slowly through the blinds, slicing golden lines across the bedroom floor. I shifted under the soft weight of the blankets, unwilling at first to open my eyes. But as my mind drifted, the theater returned, vivid and impossible to ignore.The memory struck sharply, uninvited: the way the movie had started innocently enough, soft dialogue, laughter spilling from the audience around us. But almost before I realized it, the intimacy of the scenes escalated, leaving little room for the innocence that had carried me through my day. Kai's hand had found me-not casual, not playful-but deliberate, exploratory, testing boundaries in a way that made my pulse hammer and my stomach twist with desire and guilt all at once"You want me to touch you right here " placing his hands between my thighs. My breath had hitched, my fingers had trembled, and in that darkened theater, surrounded by flickering light and murmuring strangers, I had forgotten everything else but the se

KAI'S POVThe number burned into my head the second my gaze locked onto the license plate. Three letters, three numbers. Ordinary, forgettable to anyone else but not to me.I didn't look away.The car sat idle across the street, its engine purring too low, too controlled. Whoever was inside didn't bother hiding the fact that they were watching. The weight of their gaze pressed sharp against us, against her.My fingers flexed at my side. Ivy's hand tightened around her bag, her voice trembling."Someone's watching."I turned to her, reading the fear in her eyes. That fear directed anywhere but me was unacceptable."Inside. Now," I ordered, voice leaving no room for argument.She hesitated only for a breath before obeying, heels clicking against the stone steps as she vanished into the safety of the house. Good girl.My eyes cut back to the car. My lips pulled into the kind of smile that never reached my eyes. Predators always recognized each other.And this one had just made a mistake.

IVY’S POVBy the time Kai’s car pulled back into the drive, my head was still buzzing with sunlight and laughter. The day had felt unreal like I’d stepped out of my life and borrowed someone else’s for a while.But his words lingered. “Be ready for tonight.”And Asher’s voice that morning, smooth, knowing: “Be ready for tonight.”Two men, two warnings, and not a single clue what they were up to. The way both of them had said it steady, certain, with that hint of mischief made it impossible to shake the thought that whatever they had planned was… not innocent.By the time the clock edged toward six, I’d rested, but rest hadn’t eased the anticipation twisting in my stomach. Enough waiting.I slipped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day’s park dust, leaving my skin flushed and tingling. When I stepped out, the bathroom mirror was fogged over, my reflection a blur until I wiped it clear with the edge of my towel. My own eyes stared back at me bright, expectant. Nervous