All Chapters of Craving Mr Redd: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Kyla felt her world crumble after losing her father two weeks ago.The thought of never seeing the only person who understood her more than anyone else was a nightmare. She’d never get to hear him call her little pumpkin. Never get to feel his lips pressed against her cheek.Throughout the week, she refused to step out, barely ate, and barely said a word to anyone.A gentle knock sounded behind her door.“Go away, Vivian. I do not want breakfast,” Kyla mumbled under the sheet.Vivian, the housekeeper, cleared her throat. “Someone is here to see you.”“Don’t try to trick me out.”“This is important, miss Harper. The guest is waiting.”Kyla shut her eyes with a sigh. She wouldn’t get out of this bed. Every morning she opened her eyes, the world didn’t feel the same. Stepping out was worse, as every inch of the mansion held memories of her father.“Let me handle this,” another voice said, deeper than the maid’s.“Kyla. This is a friend of your father. Please, step out for a moment.”Kyla

CARLOS Years of keeping a low profile in the depths of his dark, discreet world, Carlos never expected to be in this situation. A situation where he had to babysit some feisty, daring twenty-two-year-old lady who had absolutely no idea what was going on. John Harper’s death had caught him off guard. Struck him like a thunderbolt and left him raging with so many questions. So many cracks. Just in that fleeting moment he'd been away, this had happened. Some random shadow had struck. The accident wasn't ordinary in the terms he had discovered. And Harper's last wish to protect his daughter only proved him right. Something doesn't add up. Something Harper himself had seen coming. Harper knew what kind of man he was. The dark and dangerous things he usually pulls and always complains about the nature of his lifestyle, yet entrusts his daughter to him? A sassy lady who was doing a pretty job of getting on his nerves. A contrast to the definition of what her father had describ

“Urgh, fuck, you are so tight,” Jayden groaned, holding her ass so tight his fingers almost dug in. His other hand held her hair.Kyla couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t feel. This was a kind of betrayal that would send every nerve into catatonia before gradually burning into flame. She’d felt it in every organ. Every drop of blood that runs through her veins. Her heart and soul.She watched them groaned out in release. Jayden threw his head backward, then kissed her mouth afterward. A long, hard after-sex kiss, their tongues tangled and fought for dominance as if they wanted to do it again and shatter her all over again.They pulled away breathlessly. Saliva breaking in between.“Shayla was right. You could really fuck.”“Hell damn, she was.”She laughed, and her eyes finally met Kyla’s. “We got an audience?”Jayden glanced at the door, and gradually the color drained from his face.“Kyla?”Finally. Finally, Kyla could walk. She moved away from the door. Her boots thudded agai