All Chapters of WORSHIPPED BY MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SAESHA POV My hands shook as I yanked my dress back on, tugging the straps over my shoulders, my tears still hot on my cheeks. The sheet I’d wrapped around myself fell away. I didn’t care. My body, my heart, my everything felt filthy after hearing her voice drip from that phone. Selvia. Always Selvia. Alex stumbled toward me, his bare chest rising and falling hard, his eyes red, his face wet with tears. “Saesha, please—don’t leave like this. Don’t you dare walk out thinking I want her. I don’t. I never fucking did!” I pulled my hair up roughly, tying it, refusing to look at him. “Then why does she still own you? Why does she still think she can call you in the middle of the night while you’re inside me?” His face twisted in pain. He grabbed for me, but I shoved him off, my bump pressing against his chest when he tried to hold me. “Because she’s got me trapped,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “Because I was weak, and now she’s using it to keep me on a leash. But I swear to you—”

SAESHA POV Elian’s cries tore the air apart, ragged, heart-shattering. His tiny fists clung to Alex’s shirt, his face buried in his papa’s chest as the sobs wracked his body. His little head was already swelling red where Selvia’s hand had landed. I cupped his curls, pressing frantic kisses to his damp cheek. “Shh, baby, Mama’s here, you’re okay, you’re okay—” But my own voice cracked with every word. Alex’s arms shook as he held him tighter, his chest rising like a storm, his eyes never leaving Selvia. His voice, when it came, was low, steady, and dangerous. “It’s over. Every contract. Every deal. You’re finished with me.” Selvia laughed. Laughed. Standing there with her blouse gaping, her hair ripped by my baby’s little fists, blood on her lip where Alex must’ve clenched too hard when she tried to touch him — and still she laughed. “You think you can just walk away?” she spat, straightening herself, smoothing her shirt like nothing had happened. “You think cutting cont

SAESHA POV The world drifted back to me slowly. A soft beeping. The faint chill of hospital air. My lashes fluttered, heavy, and I forced them open. The ceiling was white. Sterile. For a moment, panic ripped through me. The twins. My hands flew weakly to my belly, trembling, searching, pressing. My heart stopped until I felt it — the faintest flutters beneath my palm. And then I heard it. A steady rhythm. Beep. Beep. Two tiny heartbeats echoing faintly on the monitor at my side. “They’re okay.” The voice broke, hoarse, soaked in tears. I turned my head weakly, and there he was. Alex. Slumped in the chair beside my bed, his shirt still stained with my blood, his face hollow, streaked with tear tracks. His eyes were swollen, red, broken wide open. The second my gaze met his, his breath caught. He lurched forward, grabbing my hand like he thought I’d disappear again. His lips pressed over and over to my knuckles, his body trembling with relief. “Saesha,” he rasped, his voi

SAESHA POV The house was quiet. Elian had gone down hours ago after a whole bedtime circus of stories, songs, and bargaining for “five more minutes.” My bump was heavy, my body sore, but the silence — the stillness — felt like a gift. Alex slid in behind me, his arms wrapping around my swollen belly, his lips brushing the curve of my neck. “Finally,” he murmured, his voice low, hungry. I shivered, leaning back into him. “You’re insatiable.” He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding under my shirt to cup my breast, swollen and tender. “Two months of you being careful, baby. I’m starving.” Heat coiled in me instantly, a familiar ache. My thighs pressed together as I turned to kiss him, our mouths clashing, desperate. His hand slid down, stroking my thigh, parting me slowly as his tongue tangled with mine. The bed creaked as he moved over me, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you,” I gasped, my back arching, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

SAESHA POV The sun was barely peeking through the curtains when I stirred. My bump pressed heavy into the mattress, my limbs still sore from the night before. My dreams had been hazy, heat lingering even in sleep. Then I felt it. Warm lips. Soft at first, pressing reverent kisses along my inner thigh. Then wetter. Slower. His breath hot against me, teasing. My eyes fluttered open, the room still dim, and I gasped softly. “Alex…?” He looked up from between my legs, his hair already a mess, his eyes dark and glinting with mischief. “Morning, baby.” My heart lurched, my cheeks flaming. “What are you—” “Returning the favor,” he interrupted smoothly, dragging his tongue along my swollen folds. A broken sound tore from my throat. My hand flew to grip the sheets, my body arching despite myself. “Alex—oh God—” He chuckled low, gripping my thighs, holding me open. “You think you’re the only one who can study tricks?” His tongue swirled deliberately, slow and filthy, flick