All Chapters of Tempting My Alpha Daddy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

{~Cherry Reed~}I need to preface this by saying I didn't consent to this plan. I only went along with it because Nathaniel looked good in his running clothes, and to be fair, my omega acted like she was in heat just seeing him like that. I was too focused on controlling my needs that it didn't occur to me that he was going to drag me into what's probably the most ridiculous plan I've ever heard. I knew it wouldn't end well, but I still went through with it. Tricking mom into thinking I would accept the VIP stay at those freaks' resort wasn't easy. She almost called them to confirm, but I told her to wait until we arrived. We ended up driving four hours to a different resort. Mom didn't figure it out until she saw the huge billboard highlighting the resort's location. The screaming was intense. Sheryl and I watched from the back seat as she called Nathaniel all sorts of names. I didn't intervene until she started accusing him of going against my wishes. That was when I had to ex

{~Nathaniel Cross~}Margaret and I had a much deeper conversation after the first one. And all I kept thinking about was Cherry. Somehow, my brain would return to that girl whether I wanted it to or not. If Margaret said something that should have dug into my heart because she's my friend. A close friend with whom I share a bed. Who, if I could have feelings for, I would have. When we first met, and she was quiet, clinging to her children, and I was discussing the terms of our marriage, Margaret begged me to sleep with her. She said she would be useful in providing me with relief. The grief therapist I'd gotten for her told me she was in a messed-up state where she believed her worth was tied to her body. I was freaked out. It only added to my worry that there was something so wrong with her, but I wanted to protect her. We bonded as friends, and despite her developing feelings, I never changed the way I treated her. I love her platonically. I want the best for her. I want her to

{~Sheryl Reed~}When you're born with someone you develop a type of closeness that most people don't possess. Many people have called it a psychic twin thing and if I weren't part of a twin I would have thought of it as bullshit. It's not. I can guess how my twin is feeling almost like the wolf that resides quietly within her is sending mine a messages on random.Although the two of us are close, codependent, destructive, we're also liars. Cherry and I wear a mask that hides the secrets we know we can't share with each other. Being the nice twin doesn't have any perks. I'm the person people think Cherry could be but they love Cherry more. Her being a disaster and a mess at so many things doesn't turn people off, it pulls them in. Me being good at a lot of things apparently makes me less than Cherry. Everybody loves Cherry. Every body in the whole fucking world loves destructive Cherry. Don't get me wrong, I love my twin. I would die for my twin. But goddess, this life hasn't bee

{~Cherry Reed~}It had been three days since Nathaniel stood in my room and made it sound like I was the only one losing control. Like I was the only one who wanted something between us.Three days since that look in his eyes—sharp, accusing, like I’d crossed a line he conveniently ignored every time it suited him. The same man who ate me out on my bed after dragging me from my twin's event. The same man who spied on me while I was touching myself. Who wouldn't let me spend the night at my friend's place simply because it was a guy he didn't like.Fuck him. So I did what I always do when things start to feel too tight, too complicated. No, I didn't drink myself into psychosis… if that's even possible. I disappeared instead.I shut off my phone, silenced every notification, and cut myself off from the family like I needed the space to breathe. No calls. No texts. No accidental run-ins engineered by fate or my own meddling.Well… almost no one.Sheryl was the exception. She always w

{~Cherry Reed~}My head dipped under the surface of the pool, and for a moment— just a moment— everything went quiet.The noise in my head dulled, replaced by the muted hum of water and the steady rush of bubbles slipping past my ears. It felt like relief, like something inside me had finally loosened its grip.Or maybe it was just the cold.Either way, I stayed under for a few extra seconds, letting the chill seep into my skin, grounding me in something physical instead of the mess of thoughts I’d been trying to outrun.I pushed forward, swimming aimlessly, letting my body move without thinking. No direction, no plan, just distance.Then I came up for air.A sharp inhale filled my lungs as I broke the surface, water streaming down my face. I pushed my hair back, fingers combing through the damp curls as I blinked the droplets from my eyes.And then I turned.Nathaniel was gone.The lounge chair sat empty, the space around it untouched, like he’d never been there at all.My chest tigh