Todos los capítulos de Hot Daddy’s Best Friend: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

(Fiona’s POV)“I hate to break your fun time princess but we gotta go,” “Princess?” My eyes widened, this was the second time he had called me that name and I hated that I loved it. “I wanna show you something,” he disclosed.“Aw, a little bit longer, pleaseeee…” I pleaded with kitten eyes but it didn’t work. He leaned closer and swiftly lifted me onto his shoulder, then clicked me into place with the seatbelt.Leaving the park felt like stepping out of a dream I’d missed so much. My laughter still lingered in the air as we drove off, the taste of strawberry ice cream sweet on my tongue. Jalen stole a glance at me, his eyes holding a softness that made my stomach flutter. His silence was oddly comforting, and protective.“Can I at least know where we are going?” I asked.He glanced at me before parting his lips. “A clothing store. I noticed you’ve been wearing the same sets for a while now,” he muttered bluntly. But that ain't my fault, my parents ain't so caring to think I need a

(Fiona’s POV)Ding dong… The doorbell rang again and I startled, turning to Jalen, who still held the key in his hand. His brows tightened before stealing a glance at me.“Are you… expecting someone?” I whispered.“No.” He answered firmly, but uneasy. “Stay here.” He added, slipping the keys back into his pocket and turned toward the stairs. I followed him halfway before stopping at the bend of the hallway, watching him descend until he reached the door.The bell rang the third time—impatiently.Jalen opened the door slowly, gesturing the stranger in, it was a man tall and dressed in ripped jeans. I could only see the back of the tall man at first, an oversized jacket hung around his waist, and heavy boots that seemed heavier than his whole body. He stepped forward and turned slightly—and that was when I saw his cute-looking face.His sharp jaw clenched as he took in the beauty of the house, and his purple eyes were too wild for nicety. A tattoo peeked from his neck, creeping under t

(Fiona’s POV)He carried me straight to his bedroom. For a moment, fear gripped me. I was scared Marian would show up unannounced but he dropped me and squeezed my hands gently, leaving a mark of reassurance on them, and I smiled.He took a long glance at me from head to toe, making me coil before walking to the wardrobe, returning with his grip tightened around a neatly folded pair of Lingries and a mask in his hands. He placed it gently on the bed, and my breath caught.He placed his hand on the bed and leaned closer to meet my gaze. “I'm gonna ask again, Fiona. Are you sure you want to see the room?” he asked, and I nodded in response as my hands trembled beside me. I took a quick glance at the soft bunny-themed lingerie set. White and fluffy with a net mask resting on top.My pulse raced as thoughts of what I would look like in it ran through my head before turning my gaze back to him.“Put them on,” he said quietly. His voice was calm, but laced with a deadly hunger for a dange

Fiona’s POV I barely got the hang of what I saw. The scene looped behind my closed eyes like a broken reel—Marian’s head thrown back, Jordan’s hands possessive and rough like they’ve been together for the longest period, the low growl of his voice that sent thrills down my spine. Every time I tried to push it away, it came back sharper, and more annoyingly ugly. I tried to sleep through it, I really wanted to forget the scene. But sleep didn’t come easily. I tossed severely until the sheets were twisted around my legs, until the ache between my thighs from earlier blended with the nausea in my stomach. Thought ran through my head whether Jalen already knew, whether he’d always known, whether I was the only fool who still believed their marriage was just cold. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the videos, and I couldn't help but notice the way Jordan's strong hands grasped Marian. It was thrilling yet disgusting. Eventually, I drifted into sleep.The next morning arrived

Fiona’s POV “Oh, Elena, I didn't realize you stayed in school this long as well…”“I do,” she answered with creased brows that made my stomach twist.“How can I help you?” Jalen asked, with a calm voice. She stood frozen in the doorway, her hand still hovering in the air like she’d forgotten how to knock. Her eyes darted between us: Jalen and me before roaming between his tie still hanging crooked, the faint red mark on the side of his neck where I’d bitten too hard, my dress wrinkled and clinging in all the wrong places now that the adrenaline was crashing. My lips still felt swollen. My thighs ached in a way I could not imagine. She didn’t blink for several long seconds; it felt like she was trying to process what was before her.Then she cleared her throat, the sound small and professional, like she was forcing herself back into the role of colleague. “I… didn’t realize you were still here,” she said carefully. “Both of you.” she paused “I wanted to see if I could get an ac