All Chapters of Claimed by My Ex's Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My cheeks heat and words left me as I fought to respond. Did I want this? Absolutely. He was barely touching me, and yet I felt a pull I had never experienced before to raise my chin just a fraction so I could taste his lips. My head was silent of all thoughts save one, how badly I wanted to feel his skin on mine. My hand raised and pressed against his chest, slowly smoothing up and between his defined pecks. The heat from his body does nothing to calm my nerves and my heart pounds wildly. I close my eyes as he lowers his head, and I feel the tip of nose caress my cheek and press against the side of my neck. A shiver travels up my spine and I ache to press myself tighter against him.Before I know it, I’m already doing it. My mind completely consumed by this insanely sexy man in front of me. I wrap my arms around Adrian’s neck, rise on my toes, and try to taste those delicious lips.Adrian lets out a low chuckle, his broad hand tipping up my chin.“Take it easy.” He says, his voice

I had been feeling guilty about using Adrian for vengeance sex, but as I listened to him on the phone with Julian, that nagging voice in my head silenced herself and stepped aside for the one of an angry rant. An ordinary girlfriend? He must mean poor.Like father, like son.Adrian and his dear boy both think I’m nobody. This arrogant, conceited, narcissistic snob. I can’t believe I found him attractive a moment ago. Well, I still do. The fact that he’s taken it upon himself to ruin my relationship doesn’t take away the fact that he’s built like a dream. But he’s the reason Julian and I are over. So, I’m seeing that handsome face and smoldering body through a lens of red as my anger gets the better of me.Adrian still looks just as handsome, a hint of confusion on his face, clearly not following my meaning. But he quickly slips back into that smooth calm, a dangerous curve tilting his lips.“Just an urgent call. I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” The condescending notion t

I stare at the flame hovering over my cake, then turn to look at the man holding it. I take a breath and think about what I really want. Julian lied to me and chose another woman. I don’t want him back. I don’t deserve to be treated like that, and I don’t want to be with someone who clearly doesn’t care about me. What do I want? I want to be happy. I want to have just enough money to live comfortably without worrying all of the time. I don’t want to work sixty hours a week and spend every day exhausted. I want friends and family who love me and who don’t lie and use me. I just want things to be better. So, I close my eyes and make my wish. That things would just get better. Adrian’s smile is a little sad as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. “If you ever need anything, give me a call.” I frown at the card. I don’t need charity, and money can’t fix everything. His son cheated and lied to me. He isn’t going to solve that issue by throwing money at it. Does he

I check the address and then check it again. Sure enough, this is the house. Except to call it a house might be an insult. It’s more like a mansion. The sheer size of the building is only outdone by the sprawling lawns surrounding it. I walk up to the intercom at the gate and press the call button. “Yes.” Says the voice on the other side. “Hi, I’m Lily. I was just hired as the new nanny.” I explain and the door opens. I walk up to the main entrance where I’m greeted by a frowning little man in a smart gray suit. He looks down at me and surveys me from head to foot. He’s definitely not impressed with what he sees, because his eyes take on an indignant expression and his lip curls a bit. I look down at myself expecting to see a stain on my dress or something else to warrant that look. I see nothing. “Miss Lily, I am Thomas. The Whitmore family butler.” He reluctantly introduces himself and quickly turns, disappearing inside the house. Assuming I’m to follow him, I pick up my suitc

I force air into my lungs. It does nothing to calm my nerves, but at least I’m breathing. “Coming!” I call to Adrian and turn my attention back to my phone. “It’s just my employer. I’m sure the kid I’m taking care of needs something. I have to go. I’ll call you later." I don’t wait for him to respond before hanging up the phone and launching for the door. Adrian stands on the other side, still in his slacks, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow. He seems to take me in for a moment, and my cheeks flush a little as he surveys me. “Grace was hoping you would read her story before bed.” He finally says. I nod dumbly and just about step out of my room before he says, “Perhaps a robe is in order first.” I look down and only then do I realize that I’m standing there in a thin nightgown he can probably see through and that’s barely long enough to call itself a gown. With how much of myself is showing, there is little left to the imagination. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I stutter and shut t