All Chapters of my girlfriend's Dad: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Morning arrives too quickly. A cold, pale light creeps through the curtains, but the warmth around Eli anchors him—Damian’s arm locked across his waist, his chest pressed firmly to Eli’s back. Protective. Possessive. Unyielding. Damian wakes the instant Eli shifts. “Stay still,” he murmurs, voice gravelled with sleep but edged with alertness. “Today is not a day for rushing.” Eli stops moving. Damian presses a slow breath against the back of his neck, grounding him. “You’re tense,” Damian says lowly. “Breathe.” Eli inhales, steadying himself. Damian’s hand slides to his sternum—not intimate, not sexual, but commanding. Holding him. Controlling the tremble threatening to rise. “You’re with me,” Damian says quietly. “Nothing touches you unless I say so. No fear. No hesitation.” Eli nods. “I trust you.” Damian finally releases him a

The car rides in silence, the city blurring past as Damian grips the steering wheel, jaw tight, eyes focused. Eli sits close, still feeling the adrenaline from the standoff, but there’s a new sense of safety now—a feeling anchored in Damian’s unyielding presence. “You handled yourself well,” Damian murmurs, voice low, almost a growl. “Better than I expected. Your composure… it matters. A lot.” Eli swallows, warmth rising in his chest. “I… I stayed close to you. You told me to trust you, and I did.” Damian glances at him, eyes softened just slightly, but still edged with authority. “Exactly. That trust… that obedience… it’s part of why you’re safe. Part of why you’re mine. And you did well. But there’s more to come.” Eli leans slightly into him, heart still racing. “What happens next?” Damian’s hand brushes along the back of Eli’s shoulder, firm and grounding

The streets were quiet on the drive back. Even the city seemed to be holding its breath after the chaos they had left behind. Damian’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, but his posture remained controlled. Every instinct, every muscle, remained on alert. Eli sat beside him, fingers intertwined with Damian’s when he dared. His heart still raced, replaying every second of the confrontation. Marcus had been reckless—almost careless—but Damian’s calculated precision had turned it into a near-perfect victory. Still, Eli couldn’t shake the tension coiling inside him. “Are you okay?” Damian asked quietly, breaking the silence. Eli nodded, though his voice trembled slightly. “I think so. I just… I can’t believe he actually—” Damian cut him off with a sharp exhale. “Don’t think about him. Focus on us, here, now. That’s what matters.” Eli let his head rest lightly against Damian’s shoulder. It was strange, and yet grounding. Despite the adrenaline, despite the chaos,

The reinforced doors of Marcus’s inner chamber loomed like a barrier between anticipation and chaos. Damian’s fingers tightened slightly around Eli’s wrist, a grounding touch that sent a shiver through him. Every muscle in Eli’s body was tense, alert, yet the heat of Damian’s presence offered reassurance. “This is it,” Damian murmured, voice low, his lips brushing Eli’s temple in a fleeting but intimate gesture. “Once we step through, there’s no turning back.” Eli swallowed, heart pounding, both from the impending confrontation and the closeness of Damian’s body pressed to his. “I trust you,” he whispered. “Completely.” A slow, possessive smile curved Damian’s lips. “Good. That trust… it’s going to keep you alive. And tonight, it’s going to give us everything we need.” Entry Into the Lion’s Den With a signal to Alpha and Bravo, Damian pushed the doors open. Darkness greeted them, punctuated by the