All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “Are you trying to fucking kill me?” Noah yelled at his friend after they’d held his head underwater a little too long. “What the hell!” he snapped, but the curse didn’t stop laughter from bubbling out of him. And somehow that laugh was contagious enough to pull a smile onto my lips. Yeah, for some reason, I always loved watching him in water. There was something freeing about the way he moved there, like the world couldn't touch him as long as his feet were off the ground. Today was one of those rare days when that version of him showed up again. Sunlight glazed over his shoulders as he dove under, resurfacing with a grin I hadn’t seen in what felt like weeks. His laughter carried across the pool, mixing with the splash of water and clinking of ice from the drink he’d balanced on the edge earlier. It made my chest loosen a little. He’d been so serious lately, so tense around me, like every conversation had a hidden trap he was trying to avoid. And each time

Embarrassment surged up inside me so badly it almost made me nauseous. Being laughed at by Noah and his friends had hurt… cut me open in all the ways humiliation knows how to, but somehow this was worse. Way worse than it should have been. When Mr. Gage’s eyes landed on me, their usual calm narrowed slightly, just enough to show surprise… then confusion that made me want to disappear. “Mr. Gage,” I breathed out, voice barely audible, shaky, more fragile than I wanted it to be. Why did he have to see me like this? He didn’t reply to me and stepped forward, his shoes clicking softly on the tile as he entered the hall. When he was close enough he let out a controlled sigh and tilt of his head. “You’re dripping water on my floors, Thea.” The words hit harder than they should have. Simple. Blunt. CRUEL. But laced with the very thing I feared most: inconvenience. I blinked slowly, staring up at him, numb for a moment because my emotions were fighting for space. Then his remark

I pulled my knees back to my chest and pressed my forehead against them, trying to breathe around the lump in my throat. Tomorrow Noah would act like everything was fine. He’d kiss my cheek at breakfast, call me babe in front of his friends, and I’d smile because I had nowhere else to go. I was the broke girlfriend living in his father’s house, the one whose own mother had stopped taking her calls. To put it plainly, I couldn’t afford pride. But tonight, in the dark where I know nobody could see me, I let myself admit the truth I’d been choking on for weeks: I wasn’t angry at Noah for flirting with other girls by the pool. I was angry because he’d stopped flirting with me. Wasn’t that just outright pathetic. I covered my face with my hands and exhaled shakily. Sleep, I told myself. Just sleep before you start crying again like an idiot. But a Ding broke the silence. At first I ignored it, assuming it was my phone, but when I glanced across the room and saw my own device lying

I shut the door of the guest room so quietly it barely clicked, then leaned my back against it like the wood could hold me upright when my legs didn’t want to anymore. The hallway had been cold but my room felt colder. Or maybe that was just me, skin fever-hot and trembling, every nerve ending screaming for something I’d been denied twice within five hours. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes until I saw sparks. Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry again! But the tears were already there, burning behind my eyelids, because I was so turned on it actually hurt. My clit felt swollen, rubbing against the seam of my shorts with every tiny shift of my hips and sending jolts I had to bite down on a whimper. I was disgusting. I was pathetic. I was losing my fucking mind. I slid down the door until my ass hit the carpet, knees pulled up to my chest again, the same position I’d started the night in. Full circle. Only now I was worse off than before. Now I knew exactly what Gag

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･By the time I finally dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, and forced something resembling an outfit on, my nerves were already on edge. The house felt unnervingly quiet as I headed downstairs, every step echoing a little too loudly. I kept expecting to run into Mr. Gage in one of the hallways, but each one was empty, as if the whole place were holding its breath.Halfway to the front door, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Noah: “Outside.”I swallowed and stepped outside, the sunlight pouring over me.Its brightness felt almost mocking while laughter floated from the car by the driveway, and my stomach sank at the sight of how many people were already crammed insideThe front passenger door sat open, and in the seat I’d always assumed was mine was a girl I didn’t recognize—pretty, with warm skin, glossy lips, and hair styled perfectly for a casual outing. For a heartbeat, I froze. A month ago, maybe even a week ago, I would’ve walked right up, forced a teasing