Todos los capítulos de Dirty Affairs With My Daddy’s Bestfriend: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Velvet’s POVThe next morning felt boring. The pack house was silent. The kind of silence that wrapped around me like a heavy blanket.Zavian’s scent still lingered in the air, warm spice, cedar, and something seductive, something that always made my chest tighten. Every room carried him, yet none of them held him.I made tea and sat by the window, staring at the gardens outside. The wind brushed through the trees the way his fingers used to brush my hair. It made my throat dry.I tried reading, walking, even baking, but nothing filled the emptiness. My thoughts kept drifting back to him, the way he looked when he left, his dark coat swaying as he walked to the jet, his voice low when he told me to behave.By noon, I gave up trying to distract myself. I wandered through the halls, barefooted, fingers sliding along the cool walls as I walked passed.That was when I stopped in front of the door to his drawing room.The door was slightly open. The faint scent of ink and cedar drifted out

Zavian’s POVThe morning of the wedding began with sunlight pouring through the tall windows of the Royale Hilton. It spilled across the white marble floor, bright and pure, catching on the edges of the glass chandelier above. The air smelled of roses, fresh linen, and the faint trace of the mountain air from Swissville ’s open valleys.Outside, the courtyard of the hotel had transformed into a wonderland. Rows of silver cars lined the driveway, their engines humming softly. Everywhere I turned, there were guests in elegant suits, women in silk gowns, and the glimmer of diamonds catching the morning light.Alpha Frederick’s wedding wasn’t just an event, it was a statement. The entire Swissville Pack had come alive to celebrate it.I stepped out of my suite dressed in a black tuxedo, tailored perfectly, my cufflinks gleaming. The mirror had caught my reflection earlier, composed, unreadable, exactly what an Alpha should be. Yet inside, there was a dull ache. A faint memory of someone’

Velvet's POV I kept the catalog away as if I was hiding away my most priced treasure. At that moment that catalog was indeed my price treasure with Zavian far away in Switzerland this was the closest I could get.I felt sticky all over after my little pleasure. As I made my way towards the bathroom, I couldn't help but smile. Soon, Zavian would return, and our passion would be reborn once more. Until then, I would have to be content with doing it myself, guided with memories of our love, each one a strong reminder of the fire that burned between us.Stepping under the steaming spray, I let the water wash away the evidence of my solo passion. My skin tingled, each droplet like a lover's caress. I could almost feel Zavian's presence, his strong hands roaming my slick flesh, worshipping every inch of my trembling form.I couldn't help imagining his fingers trailing down my body, grazing every inch on my body. My pussy pulsed, seeking comfort.Imitating Zavian's usual action. I trailed m

Zavian’s POVThe night in Swissville was colder than I expected. The wedding had drained me out completely, the noise, the lights, the endless congratulations. Everyone seemed drunk on champagne and happiness.I, however, felt strangely empty.After the last toast, I returned to my suite at the Royale Hilton. It was at the topmost floor, overlooking the glowing city below. The silence inside was soothing. I loosened my tie, unbuttoned the top of my shirt, and poured myself a glass of whiskey.The taste burned my throat, warm and familiar. I wanted it to drown the thoughts of Velvet's soft voice, trembling, filled with jealousy.I could still hear her words echoing.“She looked comfortable with you.”“You danced with her.”I had brushed it off like it meant nothing. But her tone had lingered. It had left me uneasy, guilty, even.I missed her.I missed her quiet smile, the way she looked at me with adoration, as if I were the only man in the world. But I couldn’t let her insecurity mak

Velvet's POV I laid in my hostel thinking of what to do, it was really painful that Zavian was adamant on not making me his because of his relationship with my father. Maybe so he can continue to flirt with other girls as he did during and after the wedding in Switzerland.Well it's too late for him to worry about that, we've crossed every line we shouldn't. I’d left the pack estate to come live here in the hostel so that he returned not to see me. These thoughts continued. I hadn’t been at rest after that video call. But…..Suddenly I felt a familiar hate flow through my body.Sweating. Heart racing….“No…. No… no.. this can't be, why now?” I muttered as I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower to try to calm my racing heart to no avail all I desperately wanted Zavian to fuck.I wonder if he just cast a love spell on me. I wanted to seek comfort in my daddy's arms.To have him buried deep inside of me as his hands groped my breast.Unfortunately I can't, I could not b