All Chapters of Touch Me,Daddies : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

IVY’S POVBy the time the clock touched nine, the villa was quiet. The dress lay across the bed , red and silky. By now I shouldn’t wonder how they know my size as they’ve done this more times than counting. This dress was beautiful with it’s very low cut back, it was like my body was on display.When I slipped it on, the fabric held close and then gave, soft against my skin.Buddy watched from the foot of the bed, tail beating softly. A dog I had met just days ago was now part of my routine.“Wish me luck,” I told him, and he tilted his head, understanding enough.When I stepped into the hallway, Levi was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He was dressed in black no tie, sleeves rolled, the kind of simple that looked deliberate. His eyes caught mine and paused there, quiet approval flickering into something more private.“You clean up well,” I said, half teasing.His mouth curved. “So do you,” he said. Then, softer, “More than well.”He offered his arm. I took it because it f

IVY’S POVThe light coming through the curtains was soft and far too calm for how my body felt. My skin hummed like I’d been left to cool. Every muscle ached in that pleasant way that makes you wonder what time it is, where you are, and how you got there.It took me a few seconds to realize the sheets weren’t mine. The scent was different clean, sharper, almost woody. Kai’s scent.My eyes flew open.I was in Kai’s bed.The blanket was pulled high to my chest, and his side of the bed was empty. My head spun as fragments of last night flickered in and out laughter, the sound of my name, heat, lips, hands and then nothing. Just a blur. I couldn’t remember coming here. Couldn’t remember lying down. Couldn’t remember sleep taking me.I sat up slowly, brushing my tangled hair back. My throat was dry. The air in the room felt warmer than it should.The door creaked open, and Kai stepped in.He had on a loose gray T-shirt and black joggers, his hair slightly damp, probably from a shower. The

~FLASHBACK ~IVY’S POVIt was a Thursday. The sun felt heavy that morning, and the school grounds were loud with the sound of students rushing to the cafeteria. I had just finished a test and was walking back to class with Ella’s lunchbox in my hand. She was still in daycare then, and I liked packing her snacks myself before leaving home.During break time, I sat by the window with a few classmates. We were talking about the weekend. I was supposed to help Mum with a small family dinner that night. Dad had said he would come home early. I had made a list of what I wanted to cook and folded it into my pocket so I wouldn’t forget.I remember hearing my name first before seeing who called it.“Ivy,” Miss Carla said from the doorway. “Come with me for a moment.”The classroom went quiet. Someone asked if I was in trouble, and everyone laughed. I smiled back and stood.Miss Carla waited until I reached the door. “Someone’s on the phone for you,” she said. “It’s in the staff room.

IVY’S POVSleep never came back after that. I lay in bed with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling until it blurred. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the small sounds that came from the house settling into night. Every thought ran in circles, pulling me back to the same question.Why did they have those pictures?The question sat on my chest and would not move. I tried to think of reasons that made sense. Maybe they were investigating something, maybe they found them somewhere, maybe it was all a coincidence. But no matter how I turned it, the truth always looked wrong.The pictures were too personal. Too close.I shut my eyes and the faces came back. My mother’s smile, my father’s voice calling my name from down the hall, my sister chasing me through the yard. I tried to push them away but they stayed.I remembered the mornings before school when my father would wait by the car, tapping his fingers against the wheel, pretending to be annoyed while my mother tied my h

IVY’S POVSettling back in wasn’t difficult. It almost felt routine, like slipping into a pattern she already knew too well. The smell of dust had faded after a few hours, replaced by something cleaner, sharper. The sound of her own movements filled the space, the sweep of the broom, the thud of the vacuum, the soft hum of water against tile.It reminded me of the time I had to move back here after breaking up with Jamal. That was before any of this. Before the secrets, before Asher, before the endless questions about who I really was. I remember then it had been the same kind of silence, the same kind of emptiness waiting to be filled.I started with the windows. They hadn’t been opened in months, and the hinges creaked as I pulled them apart. Air poured in, heavy with the scent of the city, but at least it was fresh. I stripped the curtains off the rods and folded them on the couch to be washed later.The fridge came next. I opened it and was met with the sharp smell of old food. I