All Chapters of Daddy's secret Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the smell of coffee brewing somewhere in the apartment. For a disoriented moment I couldn't place where I was, then Jessy's voice drifted from the kitchen—she was on the phone, speaking in that professional tone she used with colleagues, clipped and efficient."Yes, I'll be in this afternoon for my shift. Four to midnight... No, everything's fine. The investigation concluded yesterday... I appreciate that, Dr. Chen. Thank you."I found her in the kitchen, still in my t-shirt from last night, hair falling loose around her shoulders as she poured coffee into two mugs. She looked up when I appeared in the doorway, and her whole face softened."Morning," she said, sliding one mug across the counter toward me. "I made it strong. Figured you'd need it after last night.""What time is it?""Almost nine. I let you sleep—you looked like you needed it." She took a sip of her own coffee, watching me over the rim. "That was Dr. Chen from

Mark's povThe pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, grease stains blooming across the cardboard like abstract art. The movie credits rolled in silence—neither of us had really watched the last forty minutes anyway. Jessy’s breathing had evened out against my shoulder twenty minutes ago, but I hadn’t moved. I liked the weight of her there, the faint antiseptic-and-citrus scent that still clung to her skin despite the long shower she’d taken before I arrived.Her hand had slipped from my chest to my thigh sometime during the third act. Innocent at first. Then not.She stirred, lashes fluttering, and instead of sitting up properly she turned her face into my neck. Lips brushed skin. Not a kiss, not yet—just the suggestion of one.“You’re still here,” she murmured, voice rough from sleep and twelve hours of trauma bays.“Wasn’t going anywhere.”Her fingers flexed against my thigh, nails dragging the faintest line through denim. “Good.”The single word landed low in my gut.She sh

Jessy woke first, tucked against Ethan's chest, his arm slung heavy over her waist like even in sleep he wasn't ready to let go. She lay still for a long moment, listening to him breathe, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm, and let herself simply exist in it—no guilt creeping in at the edges, no mental list of everything that could go wrong once they stepped back into the daylight version of their lives.That would come. But not yet.She shifted, and he stirred, one eye cracking open. "You're staring," he murmured, echoing her own words from the night before."You're annoyingly handsome for someone who just woke up."He huffed a laugh, pulling her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Careful. Flattery this early and I might start believing I have a chance with you.""You already have more than a chance," she said, quieter now, some of the teasing falling away. "You have all of it."The confession sat between them, fragile and enormous, and for a moment nei

Thursday arrived with a kind of quiet disbelief attached to it, the way any promised thing does after a month of nothing going according to plan. Ethan checked his phone four times before his shift ended, half expecting the guy to pull him into an emergency consult, half expecting Jessy to message that a delivery had gone sideways and dinner would have to wait. Neither happened. He walked out at six fifteen in his own clothes, not scrubs, feeling strangely exposed without the badge and stethoscope, like he'd forgotten how to be a person who did things other than triage. She was already at the restaurant, a small Italian place two blocks from the hospital neither of them had ever had the time to try, tucked into a corner booth with her coat still on and a nervous energy he wasn't used to seeing outside a delivery room. "You look like you're not sure this is real," he said, sliding in across from her. "I keep waiting for my pager to go off." She laughed, short and disbelieving. "

The apartment hunting started, as most practical decisions between them seemed to, in the middle of an entirely unrelated conversation.They were eating takeout on Ethan's couch, three weeks into the new cardiology rotation, when Jessy mentioned offhand that her lease was up at the end of the summer, and something about the casual way she said it made Ethan set down his chopsticks and look at her more directly than the comment strictly required."When at the end of the summer.""August. Why?" She caught his expression and paused, a slow understanding dawning. "Ethan.""I'm just asking a logistical question.""You have a very specific face for logistical questions." She set her own food down, angling toward him on the couch, something warm and cautious moving behind her eyes. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?""I don't know. What do you think I'm asking?""Don't do that. Don't make me say it first and then decide whether to commit to it based on my reaction." She said it ligh