บททั้งหมดของ Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 87

Mimi didn't lock the door. Instead, she marched straight up to the side of his hospital bed, her high heels clicking sharply against the linoleum floor.Benson’s smirk only widened as she got closer, his dark eyes tracking her every move, expecting her to tremble, to beg, or to look defeated.Instead, Mimi raised her hand and delivered a fierce, resounding slap right across his jaw.The sharp crack cut through the quiet hospital room, completely drowning out the steady beep of the heart monitor. Benson’s head snapped to the side from the sheer force of the blow.Silence fell over the room.The absolute daylight was shocked right out of him. The victorious, cocky expression vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed, unadulterated shock. He froze, his hand slowly rising to touch his stinging, reddening cheek. In his entire life, no one had ever dared to touch him like that, let alone a woman half his size.Mimi didn't back down. She leaned over the bed railing, getting right into his st

Mimi’s pulse thundered in her ears. The phone still hung loosely in her hand, the billing department’s final warning echoing in her skull. Her sister’s pale, tired face flashed through her mind, the endless cycle of treatments that had already drained every savings account and favor she had left. Benson watched her without blinking, phone still raised with a thumb poised. The morning light cut across the hard planes of his chest and the dark ink wrapping his arms. He didn’t push. He simply waited, the silence heavier than any threat. Her voice came out raw. “Yes.” The single word barely left her lips before the air in the room changed. Benson’s eyes darkened. He set the phone down on the bedside table with deliberate care, never looking away from her. “Say it properly.” Mimi swallowed. Her throat felt tight. “I agree. You pay the full balance… and I’m yours. Whatever you want.” A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. “Come here.” She hesitated only a second long enou

The house was quiet in that particular late evening rain tapping the windows. Upstairs, the wife had gone to bed early with a migraine and a glass of wine. The door to the master bedroom had closed nearly an hour ago. Down here, in the study, the only light came from the desk lamp and the dying fire. Elena stood by the sideboard in her black uniform dress, the white apron still tied neat at her waist. She had been clearing the last of the crystal when he told her to lock the door. She did. The key turned with a soft click. Mr. Harrington didn’t look up from the papers on his desk at first. He simply said, “Come here.” She crossed the room. He pushed his chair back and pointed to the space between his spread knees. Elena stepped into it. He reached up, took the apron strings, and pulled. The bow came undone. The apron fell. His hands went to the buttons at the front of her dress next, working them open one by one until the fabric hung loose and her breasts were free of the bra he