All Chapters of Daddy's secret Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jessy's POVThe hot water cascaded over my skin, washing away the physical evidence of what had just happened but doing nothing for the confusion swirling in my mind.Mark stood behind me in the massive shower, his hands surprisingly gentle as he washed my hair—an intimate gesture that felt more dangerous than anything that had happened on the couch.This was the Mark no one else saw. The one who could be tender. Careful.*Almost human.*"You're thinking too loud," he murmured, his fingers massaging my scalp."Just processing.""The meeting? Or after?"*Both. Neither. Everything.*"Antonio," I said, choosing the safer topic. "He's not going to let this go, is he?"Mark's hands stilled for a moment. "No. He made his play tonight. Now I have to respond.""What does that mean?""It means war." His voice was matter-of-fact, like he was discussing the weather. "Antonio challenged me publicly. Threatened what's mine. If I don't retaliate decisively, I look weak. And weakness in this world i

Jessy's POVI heard the penthouse door open and was on my feet instantly, Mark's shirt falling to mid-thigh as I rushed toward the entrance.He stood in the doorway, still in his jacket, a smear of something dark on his collar that might have been blood. His eyes found mine immediately, scanning me head to toe with an intensity that should have frightened me.Instead, I crossed the space between us and wrapped my arms around him.He went rigid with surprise, then slowly, carefully, his arms came around me. One hand cupped the back of my head while the other splayed across my lower back, pulling me flush against him like he needed the contact as much as I did."I thought something happened," I whispered against his chest, breathing in the scent of him—cologne mixed with gunpowder and something metallic that made my stomach turn even as I held him tighter. "You came back so fast.""There were people watching the building." His voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my cheek.

MarkI woke before dawn out of habit—years of living on instinct, of being the first to hear trouble coming. The penthouse was still dark, city lights dimmed by the pre-morning gray that made everything look washed out and temporary.Jessy was still asleep, her body warm against mine, one hand curled loosely against my chest. Her face was peaceful in a way it never was when she was awake—no tension in her jaw, no wariness in the set of her shoulders. Just soft and unguarded and so damn vulnerable it made my chest ache.I should have moved. Should have slipped out of bed, made coffee, checked in with Vincent about last night's mess. Should have put distance between us before this thing—whatever it was—got any more complicated.Instead, I stayed still. Watched her breathe. Memorized the way morning light caught in her hair, the curve of her shoulder, the small scar on her collarbone I'd noticed last night but hadn't asked about.There would be time for questions later. For confessions

The club was packed for a Thursday night—bodies moving to the bass-heavy music, drinks flowing, the usual controlled chaos that made my business look legitimate. Perfect audience for what we were about to do.Jessy sat across from me in the VIP section, her expression carefully neutral. We'd rehearsed this a dozen times, but now that the moment was here, I could see the tension in her shoulders."You don't have to do this," I said quietly, knowing Antonio's people were watching from somewhere in the crowd."Yes, I do." She took a breath. "How angry should I be?""Furious. Betrayed. Make them believe you're done with me."She nodded, then picked up her drink and threw it in my face.The liquid was cold, shocking. I blinked, wiping vodka from my eyes as conversations around us stopped. Perfect."You bastard," she hissed, loud enough to carry. "You've been lying to me this whole time."I stood slowly, keeping my expression hard. "Jessy, sit down.""Don't you dare tell me what to do." She

Two weeks later, I woke before dawn out of habit. The penthouse was quiet, morning light just starting to break over the city skyline. Jessy was curled against me, one hand resting on the bandage covering my shoulder wound—not the bullet from Antonio, but the one his lieutenant had gotten off before Vincent took him down.Clean through, the doctors said. Lucky, they said. I didn't feel lucky.The DNA test results had come back three days ago. Confirmed what Antonio had said with his dying breath: Elena had been pregnant. The medical examiner's report from fifteen years ago, buried in old files Rodriguez dug up, listed an eight-week-old fetus among the casualties of the "accident."A son. I'd had a son for eight weeks, and I'd never even known he existed.Jessy stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She'd been staying with me during the recovery—not hiding anymore, not playing bait, just being here. We hadn't talked about what that meant yet."You're thinking too loud," she murmured."Sor