All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"How's Inga?" I asked, bringing the attention to me. Everyone looked at me. "Sorry, I just remembered that he was hurt when..." I trailed off, eyeing Samantha from the corner of my eye. Clearing my throat, I turned to Marct."He's alright. He should be back to work soon," Marct said just as the Adults walked in. Boraxip heads for his daughter, eyeing her. He sits himself at the edge of the coffee table, facing us – more his daughter.I turned to the others, my brothers furrowing when I saw the look on their faces. Ginger's eyes are wide as she looked between Boraxip and Monde, in...awe. When her eyes moved to Marct, she gasped, clasping her mouth. My brows furrowed at that."Mom?" Michael calls her, noticing the behaviour. She doesn't respond as she stares at Marct. I looked at Marct, trying to figure out what it was that she saw. Ginger's behaviour is quite strange. And I'm appalled when she's not the only one. Samantha's mom spots the same shocked and awed look as she looks at Marct

"I don't think Zhoron will like me squeezing into his house," Jackson said casually."Good. I hope he bites your dick too," Marct said."Wouldn't you like that?" Jackson smirked, not deterred by the mere comments sent his way. Marct gaped at him, swatting Jackson's arm as best as he could with Ginger still clinging to her."Jesus Christ, this is what I get for dating an old man," Marct groaned, slumping against Ginger."I'm not old," Jackson deadpans."You can't say stuff like that. There are babies here," Marct went on, ignoring his husband. Jackson looks around momentarily."There are no babies close by, baby.""It's me," Marct said. "I'm babies.""If you were a baby, we wouldn't be married," Jackson argued with a smirk."And you will be sleeping with blue balls for a month," Marct threatened."Marct, censor your words," Marct's father scolded, shaking his head defeatedly, while everyone laughed."I thought you were a baby," Jackson retorted, smirking at a silently scowling Marct. "

Damien walks in carrying a blue folder. He looked at me and the pills in hand, stopping in his tracks. "Uh, I can come back another time if you're-""Come on in. It's fine," I encouraged, taking his appearance in. He's a lot more put together than the last time I saw him. I patted the space next to me and he took a seat. "Don't mind me. I'm okay now,""Okay," he nodded. "Well, I wanted to let you know that I have managed to find about four people who are willing to be in the movies. Well there's actually five, but the other one is still unsure," I nodded."That's still great progress,""Yeah," Darren nodded as well. "I mean, obviously you don't have to worry too much about getting the whole cast by yourself. There's still auditions that will bring more people,""Yes, Mr. Benedict said that the auditions take place at his company and I can choose to make my appearance or not," he added with a growing smile."Are you going?" Darren asked him. "They aren't that far, right?""Yes, I am go

| Jackson |I made my way to the kitchen, ready to start breakfast for today, while Michael attended to Samantha. Whilst she was chatting away with the girls, laughing and having the time of her life, the pain seemed to have settled. She didn't need the heating pad or the water bottle. She looked fine, which was great.Whilst Monde had succeeded in assuring them that everything was alright with her, during the evening, things went downhill on her side too. Boraxip had called me urgently, asking if Samantha would be up to having a sleepover with her because Monde was more or less having a breakdown about this whole Levi thing. Yes, she seemed so strong about the attack and her now ex-boyfriend, and I admire her for it.But in situations like these, you can only be so strong for so long until you reach your breaking point. So Samantha and I stayed with her until she fell asleep, pretty much crying herself to sleep. It appeared to me she had just now accepted the situation and that her e

"Ya'll didn't fuck," Darren said with a smirk, eyeing Michael from the corner of his eyes briefly before his eyes settled on me. I rolled my eyes, fighting back a smile. When I turn to Michael, he's looking at me. Like really looking at me. Even as I turn around, I can still feel his eyes bore into the back of my head; a silent command. A command to look at him. To give him my attention...... To rectify what I did.Yes. We didn't fuck."Jackson, you sadistic motherfucker," Darren said with a smirk, as I sat down in the unfamiliar section of the club. In Dante and Jackson's Club, we usually have a spot reserved just for us. Tonight, Darren had directed me to the upper levels of the club.Right next to us, there was a bunch of people, talking loudly and drinking the night away. looking at them from the corner of my eye, they were quite a unique crew.I sat down right next to Michael, watching him closely. Things didn't go as planned in the shower. Not because we didn't want to. It just