All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

After barely managing to calm Samantha down, I took Jackson upstairs, leaving Edward and Skyren to bicker. They must be close. After witnessing Samantha speak with Edward, it is now that my mind comes back. During Jackson's birthday party, I recall Darren saying he knew Marct – or in this case, Edward – from the office. Edward is the CEO of the Film Company that Samantha recently signed with."Okay baby," I placed Jackson on the bed, taking his shoes off. He was in and out of sleep, murmuring incoherent words whenever he stirred awake while I undressed him."Baby," he murmured. I was in the process of putting on his t-shirt when he started being touchy."Yes love?""Can we fuck?" I should have expected that. Other than the cuteness, apparently alcohol makes Jackson horny. The boner is evident to that. "Please," he added quietly. I looked into his squinted eyes."No," "Please," he pouted. I managed to swerve out of the way just as he reached for my belt. "Please Daddy,""You're drunk

| Jackson |“Love, please sit down.” I fought the urge to glare at Michael and instead continued to pace around his office, like I’ve been doing since we got here.“You could have at least told her that we’ll discuss everything tomorrow,” I suggested, stopping. “You know, when all of us are sane and in the right state of mind,” I began pacing yet again.“You should have seen the look on her face, baby,” Michael said with yet another groan. “I just couldn’t do it.”“Yeah but…” I trailed off with a frown.Would I have done this better if it was me? Would I have told her everything? Probably. Yes.“Okay, she’s involved in this, baby,” I said begrudgingly, pausing my pacing around and instead settling down on Michael’s lap. “You know, she knows about Sandy. And Karen. Almost worked with them too,” I listed off, wrapping one arm around Michael’s shoulders. “I get it.” I looked into his eyes. “Why you lied. You were protecting her from the ugly truth and the reality of what almost happened.

"Hi Miss Dixon," Lauren peeked her head in, looking around quickly. "Uh, I have another delivery for you." She opened the door wider, and I was greeted by the biggest bouquet – tulips, to be specific. For the second time. Lauren was smiling widely as she ushered the flowers on her legs – considering I couldn't see the delivery person's upper body.I eyed the previous flowers already seated at the far corner of my office and groaned. "I'm going to kill them.""Pardon, Miss Dixon?" Lauren looked at me with confusion."Nothing," I said with a sigh, standing up to sign off the flowers. "Thank you." Once the guy placed the bouquet next to its twin sister, he left. I eyed the card on the recent flowers."Oh, how lucky you are, Miss Dixon." Lauren took this moment to gush about the flowers. I would have done so as well if I wasn't still mad at the one who sent these. I turned to my PA."Oh, I am?""Yes, as soon as all the bachelors of Texas heard you are a single woman, they were no doubt se

Michael "That's weird," I frowned as Skyren pulled up in the driveway, behind a disturbing line of cars. "I'm aware that Boraxip should be here for the treehouse, and he said he'll be bringing in a few people to help him, but...""That's Mr Dixon's car," Jackson pointed at the black SUV. He turns to me, as confused as I am. "What do you think is happening?""I'm just as clueless as you,""You think they know?" Jackson eyed the cars warily, mindlessly chewing on his nail. "About the recent incident,""I doubt it," I said reaching for the door. "Come on," I held the door for Jackson, who was suddenly reluctant to walk in. I grabbed his hand. "It's probably nothing baby," I squeezed his hand, and just as yet two more cars pulled up. I recognized Samantha's car. For a very disturbing long moment, I stared as she came out of the car."Whoa," Jackson murmured in awe.Samantha, oblivious to our admiration, eyed the cars with the same confusion. "Ian, did you know about this?" she pointed at

I’m eventually saved by the others coming back. Marct managed to pry the kid off my hair. I sent a look Samantha’s way, but she just gave me an innocent smile. I don’t dwell much on it as I meet Marct’s father. The resemblance between the two is uncanny, it’s almost hard to tell them apart. Though the older man has grown a beard as red as his hair, the same freckles littering Marct’s face were there as well. While he had forest green eyes, Marct’s were aqua, as he mentioned on Jackson’s birthday.As Josiah was introduced to one of his Grandpas, he looked rather confused as he looked between the two men. There’s silence as everyone watched him trying to figure out which one is his father. It goes for a minute or two.“Don’t you want to say hi to Grandpa?” Jackson crouched to Josiah’s level, encouraging him to take steps towards Marct and his father. “Say hi,”Josiah lost it. He started wailing.To everyone’s surprise, he rips out of Jackson’s outstretched arms, and waddles straight to