All Chapters of Touch Me,Daddies : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IVY’S POVThe morning light slipped through the curtains before the alarm went off. I was awake earlier than usual, lying still, watching the soft glow move across the ceiling. For once, I wasn’t tired, just aware. My mind refused to rest.I turned on my side and stared at the wall, thinking about the same thing that had been sitting in my chest since the day I left. The photographs.Why did Asher, Levi, and Kai have pictures of my family? Not just any pictures—personal ones, taken years ago, before everything changed. How did they even get them? Did they know my parents? Were they really trying to protect me, or was I just some experiment they were watching unfold?I pressed a pillow against my stomach and stared at the ceiling again. The thought wouldn’t go away.Then my mind drifted to Kai.He had been nothing but kind since I came back. Cooking for me, making sure I got to work, checking in even when I didn’t want him to. He didn’t have to. He had an empire to run, people who depe

IVY’S POVThe knock was soft at first.It blended into the sound of the television that was still playing on low volume. For a moment, she thought she had imagined it. Her head was heavy, her body warm against the couch. She blinked at the screen, half-asleep. Another knock came, faint but clear this time. Her eyes opened wider.She turned her head, still unsure if it was real. The room was dark except for the light from the TV. Her neck ached from sleeping awkwardly. She sat up slowly, pressing her fingers to her temple. The clock on the wall caught her eye. It was a little before midnight.She frowned. She could have sworn she had heard the knock in a dream.Her gaze drifted to the table. The bowl of ice cream had melted into pale soup, and the pizza box was still open, edges curling. Tiny ants crawled near the crust. She sighed and rubbed her face. She had fallen asleep without cleaning up again.Then the knock came once more. Louder this time.She froze.Her heart picked up as she

KAI’S POVThe phone started ringing before dawn.It took me a second to find it. The room was still dark, the faint blue of morning peeking through the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and reached for the phone on the nightstand.“Yeah,” I said, voice rough from sleep.“It’s Vince,” the voice on the other end said. “We’ve got a problem with the prototype shipment. They sent the wrong sensors again. If we don’t correct it before nine, production halts.”I sat up, the last trace of sleep leaving my body. “Alright. I’ll handle it. Push the team meeting to seven. I’ll call engineering before I get in.”“Got it.”The line went dead.I exhaled and looked at the clock. 5:23 a.m.It was early. Too early.But there was no point trying to go back to sleep. I swung my legs off the bed and stretched a little before walking out into the quiet hallway. The air was cool. I could hear nothing but the soft hum of the refrigerator.I paused by Ivy’s door. It was closed, lights off. She’d probably fallen asle

IVY’S POVI woke up with my neck stiff and my cheek pressed against the couch cushion. The room was dim. The curtains were still open from last night and a thin line of light slipped through the sky outside, pale and early. I blinked slowly, confused for a moment about why I was on the couch instead of my bed. My back ached from the position I had slept in and my head felt heavy, like I had been pulled back into the same nightmare I tried to escape.I sat up and reached for my phone. The screen lit up. It was past four. I stared at the time, trying to wrap my mind around it. I had work by nine thirty. I must have cried myself to sleep on the couch. The blanket I had pulled over myself was on the floor. My eyes burned and my throat felt sore.Then the memories came back, one after the other, steady and sharp. Asher’s words. The look on Kai’s face. The pain that had spread through my body like something alive. I pressed my hand against my chest and felt the rush of it all at once. My fa

IVY’S POVThe air outside hit me the moment I stepped out of Asher’s gate. It was cold, heavy, and carried that weight that warned of a coming storm. The guards called after me, asking if I needed the driver, but I refused without slowing down.“I am fine,” I said.They asked again, and I refused again.I did not want a ride. I did not want warmth. I did not want comfort from anyone connected to that house. I wanted distance. I wanted my legs to carry me far enough away that the sound of Asher’s voice could not reach me.The private road stretched long ahead of me. Both sides were lined with tall trees that towered over the path. The branches shifted in the rising wind. The sky had turned darker than I expected. Thick clouds crawled across it, gathering on top of each other.I kept moving. My steps were fast at first, sharp and hard, fueled by anger. But after a few minutes, all that was left inside me was a strange emptiness. My strides slowed until I was walking at a steady pace, ea