Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY BOYFRIEND'S GRANDFATHER: YES DADDY SERIES: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Christy barely let Franklin finish his question before a bright smile spread across her face. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll get dressed and wait for you.”Franklin released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He’d braced for a scene—for icy silence or a tantrum after ignoring her the entire previous day—but none came.“I’ll be there in minutes,” he promised, then hung up.Christy stood, smiling to herself, and hurried into the shower. When she emerged, she slipped into a sleek, body-hugging dress that traced her curves. A quick, deft touch of makeup, a careful sweep through her hair, and she paused before the mirror. Satisfaction tugged her lips into a grin.Her phone rang. She answered, then grabbed her purse and stepped into her heels. Outside, Franklin was already waiting, leaning against his car with his phone in hand. The door creaked; he glanced up—and froze.“Wow. Wow. Wow,” he breathed, eyes widening. “You look gorgeous.”Christy gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach he

Franklin went to bed that night simmering with frustration. He resolved to ignore Christy and swore never to show up at her house again, even if she begged.Day after day, he kept glancing at his phone. The call he was waiting for never came. Not even a text. Christy had stopped messaging him on WhatsApp.By the second day, his chest tightened with anxiety. He read the same file more than twenty times and still couldn’t make sense of a single line—his mind was fixed on Christy.“Boss, you called me?” his personal assistant asked, stepping into the office.“Go find out what my girlfriend is doing—and what’s been keeping her busy all this while,” Franklin said, brow furrowed, displeasure etched across his face.Tony hesitated, confused. He’d seen too many women introduced as his boss’s “girlfriend” to know which one he meant. “Who should I spy on, boss?”Franklin’s expression darkened. “Are you dense, Tony? Christy. Go check on Christy. I want to know what she’s been up to.”Tony didn’t

Franklin called several times. When Christy didn’t answer, frustration knotted in his chest. He paced in front of her house, raked a hand through his hair, and fired off a string of texts—none of which got a reply.Jaw clenched, face cold, he dialed the number for his grandfather’s butler.The call was answered on the second ring. “Hello, si—”“What took you so long?” Franklin snapped, cutting him off. “What the hell were you doing?”“Sir, I am—”“Save it,” Franklin said flatly. “Is my girlfriend there with my grandfather?”“Your… girlfriend, sir?”Franklin’s chest rose and fell sharply. His face tightened, annoyance sharpening his eyes. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, “Are you dense? Go check. If I don’t hear from you in two minutes, expect a pay cut.”He hung up, angrier than before, slid into his car, and tore off toward his grandfather’s mansion. When the phone rang again and the butler’s name flashed on the screen, Franklin ignored it. He screeched to a halt in the driveway, sl

Franklin realized he had messed up. He raked his fingers through his hair, thinking hard, then turned to his grandfather. “Grandpa, could you talk to her for me? You know how much I love Christy. I don’t want to lose her.”Winchester shook his head, baffled by the request. “Christy is my girlfriend now. Even if I told her to go back to you, why would she listen? You should be with the girl you’re seeing.”Panic flared across Franklin’s face. “Grandpa, none of those girls compare to Christy. She’s the only one who makes my heart race. I can’t let her go. I love her—I want her to be mine.”Winchester held his gaze and said evenly, “She’s my girlfriend now. I can’t grant your request.”Franklin’s expression darkened. “Grandpa, you’re too old. You should find someone your age—or at least closer. Dating a woman in her twenties when you’re nearly sixty? That’s not right. Please rethink this.”Winchester had no patience left for a lecture on age. He waved him off. “Leave. I’m not in the mood

Winchester pulled her closer, and their lips locked. Christy leaned in, and he pulled her by the waist and deepened the kiss.Winchester slid his fingers between her legs, while rubbing her clit softly.“Ahhh,” Christy moaned into Winchester’s mouth, then deepened the kiss. He groped her buttocks and began dropping soft kisses on her neck and down to her chest.Christy’s eyes grew misty. She told him, “I want you inside me.”Winchester flashed her a smile and said, “I want to taste you.”He laid her on the bed, spread her legs, and began to kiss her, then moved lower.She cried out and placed her palm on his head as she felt him continue.Winchester lifted his head, surprise creasing his features. “You’re still a virgin?”Christy, breathless, nodded. “Yes.”He stepped back, but she’d already caught the hesitation in his eyes. Reaching out, she took his arm and held on. “I want you to be my first.”He stared at her, shaken. “This is too extreme. You didn’t come to me because you love me