All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Michael He feels left out.I mean, I'd feel hurt too if all of my family members knew about my mother's new boyfriend and I didn't.I excused myself to go and greet my old friends, passing by Samantha. I brushed my hand on her ass, succeeding in making her flustered. Fuck, she looks amazing in that white dress. It's hugging her curves in all the right places."Michael, hey!" Dante boomed with a shit-eating grin, rounding the area to wrap his arms around me in a tight grip. Jackson shook his head, laughing at his friend. "Been a long time buddy," he said pulling back. "Where's the birthday boy?""He's taking a ca-""Jackson! My guy," he said before I could finish my sentence. I turned back to see Jackson trudging down the stairs, pocketing his phone. He smiled widely, meeting Dante halfway to hug him. They swayed each other from side to side. That's crazy Dante for you. The man's no different than Darren. He's like a hyperball of happiness, always in a happy mood. "How does it feel to

The new Rolls Royce Ghost, in all its gloriousness. Jackson had an obsession for a Rolls Royce, and it didn't matter which one. He loved that car. And 'love' seems to be an understatement now that I'm seeing his reaction. For years he'd been talking about getting himself one, but he never got to do that. So Samantha pitched it up to me a few months back, and we put it into action. We thought it'd be best to do it on his birthday. Plus, there was the issue of importing the car into Texas.Now that it's finally here, I can't help but admire the car. Sleek. That's all that comes to mind. Classic and sleek."Do you want to check it out?" Samantha asked Jackson when he made no move to get closer. He's in shock. That's all I can think of. "Come on," Samantha urged him, grabbing his forearm. I took his other hand, and together we walked him to his dream car.The moment his fingers touched the cool surface, Jackson let out a tiny squeal, and both Samantha and I smiled. The level of cuteness w

"Okay," he said slowly, his eyes darting everywhere. Borax seemed to be relaxing a little as he got up to retrieve an envelope from his jacket pocket."What is it?" Jackson eyed the envelope handed to him."Open it," Sandra urged him with a wide smile. Borax looked rather nervous. Jackson placed his fork down after taking a bite of his worst grilled sausage. He peeled the envelope slowly and peeked inside. Frowning, he pulled out a piece of paper; his confusion only deepened."What..." he eyed it. It was a picture of a treehouse. "I don't understand. What is this?""Sandra used to talk...about you and Zayn," he began, eyeing her. "About anything in general. And he'd tell me how you...like tree houses and stuff, so..." He paused, eyeing Jackson closely before he uttered the next words that made Jackson choke on his food. "If you'll allow me, I'd like to build one...for you."I patted Jackson's back while he coughed. Marct pushed a glass of water to him. "Sorry, maybe it's the wrong tim

"Yeah, so we don't always get what we want, so I settled with digging up some shit that would put them behind bars," I went on."Not that I have a say in this, but jail isn't always the answer," Monde pointed out. "Some people you just wanna strangle to death,""So you want me to find out what-""Well, I think that," I turned to Ian. "he's covered up most of the things, but if you can get more, we'd be grateful," I said."What's his name?" Marct said typing rapidly. "The father. It'd be easier to find more through him since he's well known,""Sandy Byron. He also goes by Sunny," I said."This is his picture," Ian handed Marct the folder. Marct frowned as he looked at him."He looks familiar," he said grabbing his phone. "What the..." his frown deepened. "One second please," he said calling someone. He put it on loud while he continued typing on his laptop."Yeah?" I heard a male voice coming through."Baby, you had a meeting about a week ago, right? With a guy named Sandy Byron?""Yes

"He's so good at it," the two continued to talk amongst themselves. "I wish I was like that too," at that, I turned to see a blonde guy looking at Samantha and Jackson with a longing sad look. "My previous Dom said that I wasn't good enough," something in me snapped. I didn't know what that must entail, but I've seen it up close, in Jackson and I don't want to see it anywhere else. Whoever told this little dude that he's not good enough is a scum of a Dom. He'd done the opposite of what he was meant to do."He was a fool to say that," the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop or think about them. "And he was not the right one for you," I added softly and witnessed his cheeks reddening. He allowed a small smile on his face as he nodded at me. Even though I didn't say much, I can tell it made a difference. "Why don't you speak to the owner and let him help you find the one you're looking for?" I suggested. Both their eyes widened at that. They looked at each other."We don't kn