Yes Daddy- Crushing On My Father's Best friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Kate's POV The arena throbbed like a living thing—bass already rumbling through the floor even though the lights were still up, the air thick with the smell of beer, sweat, cheap perfume, and anticipation. Bodies pressed everywhere in the general admission pit, swaying, shouting, arms raised like they were already worshipping. The stage loomed ahead, black and sleek, five mic stands waiting under a single spotlight like promises. The Vipers were about to take over, and the whole place felt seconds away from exploding.Jeremy’s hand was warm around mine as he tugged me through the crowd toward the velvet rope of the VIP section. Security nodded us through without a second glance. Up here the air felt cooler, cleaner—less chaotic. Plush booths lined the elevated platform, small high-top tables already dotted with ice buckets and glowing bottles. I could actually breathe without someone’s elbow in my ribs.I glanced sideways at Jeremy, his face lit blue and purple by the stage lights, e

Kate's POV I couldn’t stop looking at him.Every time I forced my gaze back to the stage—back to the flashing lights, the sweat-slicked bodies of the Vipers thrashing under the spotlights, the lead singer screaming into the mic—I felt the pull like gravity. My neck turned on its own, slow and helpless, until my eyes found Mr. William again. He stood there in the VIP booth like he owned the whole damn arena: shoulders broad under that dark shirt, sleeves rolled to show the corded veins in his forearms, one hand casually holding a glass of something amber. Calm. Controlled. Untouchable.And yet every time his eyes flicked my way—even for half a second—my heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might bruise them. Heat bloomed low in my belly, sharp and insistent, pooling between my thighs until my panties felt damp and clingy. Just from a look. Just from the way his gaze lingered a beat too long, dark and unreadable, like he could see straight through my dress to the way my n

Kate's POV Now that Jeremy knew Mr. William was here, everything changed.His hand on my waist tightened—fingers digging in just enough to mark territory. He slid it lower, cupping the curve of my ass through the thin dress, squeezing once, slow and deliberate, like he wanted everyone in the VIP section to see. His thumb traced lazy circles over the swell, pressing harder when he caught Mr. William’s eye across the booth. His other hand came up to my neck, tilting my head back so he could lean in and drag his lips along my jaw—open-mouthed, wet, possessive. His hips rolled against mine in time with the bass, grinding just enough that I felt the hard ridge of him against my stomach.It wasn’t affection anymore. It was a message. Loud. Crude. Mine.My skin crawled. The touch that used to feel safe now felt like chains—too tight, too public, too wrong. Every squeeze of his hand made my stomach twist. Every slide of his palm over my ass made bile rise in my throat. I wanted to shove him

Kate's POV I stared up at him—chest heaving, lips trembling—grateful and furious and aching in equal measure. Relief crashed through me like a wave, only to slam hard against the jealousy still smoldering deep in my veins, hot and ugly and impossible to ignore.“What does it matter to you?” I whispered, voice cracking, bitter. Another tear slipped free, trailing slow and hot down my cheek. “Ain’t you with someone? Go back to her. She’s probably waiting for you to finish what you started—finish messing around with her before you decided to play hero.”His eyes darkened—something raw and unguarded flashing through the storm-gray depths—but he didn’t pull away. His thumb stroked once more across my cheekbone, slow, deliberate, like he was tracing the shape of something precious he’d waited too long to touch. The pad of his finger lingered at the corner of my mouth, brushing the edge of my lower lip, sending a shiver racing straight between my thighs despite everything.Then he exhaled—s

Kate's POV We were heading down the familiar route toward Mr. William’s mansion—the long, tree-lined drive that always felt like crossing into another world. The streetlights flickered past in slow golden pulses, but every mile tightened the knot in my stomach. I couldn’t stop picturing that night months ago: headlights cutting across the driveway, Mr. William stepping out of his car with a woman on his arm—tall, laughing, her hand already slipping under his jacket as they disappeared inside. I’d lain awake until dawn, ears straining for every sound—her giggles echoing down the hall, the low rumble of his voice, the unmistakable creak of his bed frame, the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin that went on for hours. I’d pressed my thighs together under the sheets, clit throbbing uselessly, tears soaking my pillow while I imagined every filthy detail: his big hands spreading her thighs, his mouth on her neck, his cock sliding into her deep and slow while she moaned his name like a praye