Wet For Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Jack’s POVThe nights were the worst.Sleep refused to come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Chloe. Not the girl who used to sit across from me at dinner or the one who cried when I lied to her, but the woman who had stood in that green silk dress, defiant and distant. It haunted me. She looked stronger. She looked like she belonged to someone else.And I could not stand that thought.I told myself it was curiosity, not jealousy. I told myself I only wanted to know where she had gone so suddenly. But deep down, I knew it was an obsession. It had been growing inside me ever since that night at the gallery.I spent hours staring at the ceiling, thinking about every detail. The way her eyes held something cold and sure. The way my father froze when he saw her. It made no sense. My father never froze. He never looked unsettled.I needed answers.Sylvia was the obvious place to start. She knew more than she admitted. She had a way of listening that made people talk. And even thou

Chloe’s POVDrake did not tell me where we were going.That alone made my pulse quicken.He arrived just after sunset, dressed differently from usual. No suit. No sharp lines. He wore dark jeans, a plain shirt, and a jacket that softened him. His hair was slightly tousled, his face partly hidden under a cap. When he looked at me, his eyes were alert, excited, almost reckless.“You need to dress down,” he said quietly.I smiled. “You do not want me to be seen?”“I want you to be invisible,” he replied, looking at my eyes. That made me want to be anything but.I chose a simple dress that hugged my body without screaming for attention. No jewelry. Flat shoes. My hair pulled back. I looked ordinary enough to pass by without notice, yet close enough to temptation to make him tense.The drive was quiet. Drake kept checking the mirrors. Every red light made his jaw tighten. I found it thrilling. This was not the safe house. This was the outside world. The place where mistakes mattered.When

Chloe’s POVI woke up with a restless feeling clinging to my skin, the kind that made it impossible to stay still. The room was dim, the curtains barely letting in the first hint of morning light. The house was quiet, but not truly silent. There was always sound here. A faint hum from the electricity. Soft footsteps in the distance. A door opening and closing somewhere downstairs.This place never fully slept.I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, tracing familiar cracks with my eyes. I had memorized them by now. That alone scared me.I reached for my phone.Drake had not replied.My jaw tightened as I scrolled through the last messages. Nothing new. No response. No reassurance. Just silence sitting heavy between us.I checked the time. Too early to accuse him of ignoring me. Too late to pretend I was not waiting.I rolled onto my side and hugged the pillow, pressing my face into it for a moment before pulling away in frustration. My chest felt tight. Want mixed with irritation

Chloe’s POVDrake came late.I knew it was him the moment the house shifted. The guards moved with purpose. Doors opened and closed quietly. Footsteps echoed down the hallway with a weight that made my chest tighten.I was sitting on the bed when the door opened.He did not greet me.He stood there in his dark suit, jacket still on, tie loosened, his face tight with restrained anger. His eyes locked onto mine immediately, sharp and cold, like he was looking at a problem that refused to be solved.“What you did today was unacceptable,” he said.I stood up slowly. “You ignored me.”“I was at work,” he snapped. “You sent me pictures. You called me again and again. You distracted me during meetings that could have ruined everything.”“I needed you,” I said.“That is not an excuse,” he replied. “You do not get to pull me out of my life whenever you feel insecure.”The word stung.“Insecure?” I repeated. “You disappeared. You did not answer. What was I supposed to think?”“You were supposed

Chloe’s POV“I am willing to be myself,” I replied.He shook his head. “You are too stubborn.”“Then stop coming back,” I said quietly.He did not answer.I stepped closer. “I will not push you anymore,” I said. “I will not tempt you at work. I will not call you endlessly.”He looked at me carefully.“But I will not disappear,” I added. “I will stay. On your terms. For now.”His shoulders relaxed slightly.“For now,” he repeated.“Yes,” I said.“And if she finds out,” he said, “you will regret this.”“Maybe,” I replied. “But I will not regret choosing you.”Silence returned.He reached out and touched my cheek gently, the first softness since the argument began.“You do not know what you are standing against,” he said.“I know,” I replied. “And I am still here.”He dropped his hand.“I have to go,” he said.I nodded.As he walked away, fear settled quietly in my chest. Not fear of Margaret. Not fear of exposure.Fear of loving a man whose world had no space for me.But for now, I let