All Chapters of All Yours, Daddies: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

SARAH Of fucking course. Who else would show up to disturb my perfectly solemn afternoon by tailing me all the way from my office. Detective Caroline Walters shifts uncomfortably in her…my seat—it’s mine because she sure as hell wasn’t invited. Her under eyes are dark and puffy, and looks like she hasn’t slept in days. Her hair is pulled into a very tight ponytail that flows downwards, to the padded shoulders of her wrinkled cream blazer.I put my kobo down and lean backwards, stretching my back against my seat. “Are you stalking me, detective? This is starting to feel a lot like harassment, and I really do not appreciate harassed.”Her shoulders curl as she leans forward in a swift movement, desperate to eliminate the distance between us. “Listen,” her breath is shaky. “I don’t know what you know, or what it is you think you know, but you don’t have to do this. YOU SHOULDN’T DO THIS.”I blink at her. “I’m sorry, what?”She looks around urgently, warding off whatever prying eyes

SARAH  I shift against the pillows just to find a relaxing position. I will like this call to take a while,so I make sure I’m prepared for it.  “Where do I even start?” “You can start from the beginning,” Jaxon says, “Ronan says he called you earlier.” Right.  “So, I saw Julian today…” They collectively hiss, and it leaves me clenching my stomach from laughter. Now, I love when they’re petty and protective of me. It’s a cute and hot combination. It’s funny too.  

SARAH  When I walk into the office, there are two major goals on my mind.  One. Complete my quarterly report review. Two. Stay the hell away from Julian Cross.  I am killing both until he storms into my office thirty minutes before my lunch break. I am beginning to think his blatant disrespect is happening in order to get a reaction from me. I’m not going to give him what he wants.  I don’t look up. “Ever heard of knocking, mister Cross? Or is basic courtesy beneath you now?” “We need to talk.”

SARAH “I can’t believe you did that.” Jaxon has his hands wrapped around my waist while I clean the blood off his forehead. He pulls me even closer, sniffing my scent. Over and over again, he tried to lean into my body, but I try to hold his face upwards. You know, to avoid blood on my shirt. There’s a bump and a bruise there from where his head collided.Each bloody cotton ball hits the bottom of the waste bin. I peep into it for a second, and my mind counts ten already used balls. Sheesh. That’s really a lot of blood. I’m surprised he isn’t dizzy or light headed yet. Jaxon HawkThorne is anything but a normal man. I remember his kill count, and I heaved a sigh. Of course, what’s a little bruise on the head and knuckles compared to other things he would have done? 

SARAH  I decide to take two days off.  “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Ronan hands me a helmet, completely unbothered by my protest. “You said you wanted to do something fun.” “I said I wanted to relax. This is the opposite of relaxing.” “It’s go-karting, kitten. Not skydiving.” “I’m pregnant!” “Which is why we chose the slowest track in the city,” Malachi says, already strapping on his own helmet. “No sharp turns. Sp