Todos los capítulos de Wet For Daddy : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Drake Humphrey’s POVThe mahogany of the boardroom table reflected the cold, impersonal glow of the recessed lighting. It was a perfect mirror, showing me thirty years of carefully constructed control: the high-backed leather chairs, the meticulously arranged water glasses, the crisp lines of the legal documents pertaining to the Apex Asia acquisition. This room was my fortress, designed to be impervious to weakness, distraction, or chaos.But the chaos was already seated at the head of the table. Me.I ran a thumb over the cold, polished surface of the table, struggling to anchor myself. The final review of the Apex Asia deal—a multi-billion-dollar merger that would solidify Humphrey Enterprises’ foothold in the Asian market—was due to start in two minutes. My legal counsel, Alan, was clearing his throat beside me, ready to present the final risk assessment.I should have felt the familiar surge of corporate power, the sharp, exhilarating focus of a man about to conquer. Instead, I f

Drake Humphrey’s POVThe air in the private conference room was thick, humid with the sweat of ambition and the dry scent of printed legal briefs. I had reconvened the Apex Asia negotiation in a smaller, off-site location, a bunker of polished steel and soundproof glass, ostensibly to ensure privacy, but truly to escape the ghosts of my own boardroom.Alan and the legal team were across the table, arguing the sealed liability clause, the very loophole Chloe had identified forty-eight hours earlier. I was supposed to be leading the counter-offensive, leveraging my confidence and resources to force the Asian firm to absorb the risk.I was performing. My suit was immaculate, my posture rigid, and my gaze unwavering. Every word I spoke was measured, a calculated strike. Yet, underneath the veneer of corporate infallibility, my nerves were frayed to a brittle thread. I hadn't slept properly. I was terrified of my own silence, waiting for the inevitable follow-up.I kept my private phone, t

Chloe’s POVThe city night was a whirlwind of motion as I sped away from the Renwick Gallery. I didn’t know the name of the driver or the model of the black SUV that collected me discreetly two blocks from the main entrance, but I recognized the efficiency. This was the movement of a man who commanded swift, silent obedience.I had barely closed the heavy, soundproof door when my phone buzzed with the location: a pinned map coordinate deep in the hills north of the city, labeled only with a vague address for an exclusive private community. It looked like an hour’s drive, minimum.It wasn't a hotel this time. It wasn't his office. It was a place designed for utter isolation, and the thought thrilled me. He was running. He was so panicked by the proximity of his wife and the audacity of my public defiance that he was fleeing his own environment just to be alone with me.You broke first, Drake.I leaned back against the leather, the emerald silk of my dress shifting against the cool upho

Jack Humphrey’s POVThe rage was a bitter, metallic taste in the back of my throat. It didn't subside. If anything, it marinated, getting fouler with every passing day.It wasn't that I missed Chloe. Chloe was replaceable, just like Sylvia was, just like every other compliant girl who wanted the Humphrey name and the credit card attached to it. My relationship with her had been convenient, nothing more.What gutted me was the public, humiliating spectacle at the gallery.Seeing her in that tight, arrogant green dress, looking stronger than she ever had when she was with me, was bad enough. But seeing the look on my father’s face when she stared at him—that raw, desperate possessiveness—that was the betrayal.My father. Drake Humphrey. The man who had everything, who commanded respect with a single, icy stare, had been rattled by my ex-girlfriend. It wasn’t just a look; it was a conversation that happened entirely without words, right across the head of my mother.It meant she hadn’t j

Chloe’s POV I bought the mug of coffee to my lips and sipped, and it degree of hotness almost burned my whole mouth cavity. The little that managed to get through to my oesophagus made me groan in discomfort."Fuck!" I seethed as I set the unfortunate mug on the table. I sprung to my feet and rushed over to the long, living room mirror to check if I got scalded. Oh, my poor mouth. Shit! I needed this mouth for a lot of things such as sucking off Drake’s cock tonight. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, regretting it while I prepared the coffee in the first place. I paced around the room, trying to cool off my tongue. No one was around to help me. My sister, Hilda, went out with her friend, Maureen, to help her choose a gown at the mall for her blind date with this European man. I had to run to the bathroom to faucet to cool off my tongue. It worked as it should. I ended up showering for the night. As I set my feet into my room, a tall, dark-haired man in a full suit standing w