All Chapters of On My Knees for my Best Friend's Daddy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IVYMy legs feel will give out any second now.I’ve been walking for almost an hour now, dragging my suitcase behind me while the night air grows heavier and thicker around me. My throat is dry, my stomach is still painfully empty, and every step feels harder than the last.For a moment I wonder if I might faint.Then suddenly, at perfect timing, I see a flickering neon sign ahead. My eyes read the five-letter word, relief immediately rushing through me.The motel is not fancy—in fact, it looks like the kind of place that probably rents rooms per hourly charge—but right now it looks like heaven. I tighten my grip on the suitcase and immediately head toward the entrance.“Miss Ivy Lane!”I stop on my tracks as I suddenly hear my name. Slowly, I turn around to meet a man I’ve never seen before jogging toward me from across the street like his life depends on it. I furrow my brows as I obs

KNOX I’m in love with Ivy. I stare at the phone in my hand for a second after the call ends, listening to the silence on the other side. The line has already gone dead, but my thumb lingers over the screen like it might suddenly light up again.The truth settles in again, heavy and undeniable. I know it without a doubt and there’s absolutely no running away from it—I am completely in love with her.Thomas leans against the desk across from me, his eyes on me like he had been studying me the entire time. Watching me clench my fists, he finally speaks up. “Is everything alright?”I slide the phone into my pocket and nod once, keeping my face neutral. “Yes, it is.” “Is she,” he hesitates before continuing, “taking it?”I shrug, keeping my voice steady. “I’m not certain.”Because she didn’t give me anything. No promise. No reassurance. Just that quiet pause that still echoes in my head.Thomas exhales slowly. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.”“Don’t bother about it,” I tell him a

KNOX “What do you mean you don’t know where the fuck she is?!” I am fuming. Anger floods my veins like fire, burning through every rational thought in my head. Fear and worry follow close behind, gnawing at the edges of my mind, but they are nothing compared to the rage rising in my chest.Ivy is missing. Ivy is nowhere to be found?! The moment the word leaves Thomas’ mouth, fury takes over. The words are enough to make my vision sharpen, my hands curling into fists before I even realize it, my jaw tightening so hard it aches. A thousand worst case scenarios flash through my mind. “She’s ill!” Every word comes outside louder than the last. “So how the fuck could you lose her?! How could your men have left her alone in the house? Where the fuck did you expect her to go when she could barely sit straight?! How the fuck could they let her out of their sights?!” “They were on a break,” Thomas stands in front of my desk. His head is lowered but I need him to meet my gaze. “My men w

IVY Home sweet home. My eyes linger on the words, a faint smile tugging at my lips. The first time I read them was at the airport—and back then, they felt ironic. Painfully so. But now, I’m determined to make them real.After all, I finally have a place of my own.I jingle the keys in my hand, the soft sound echoing through the wide, empty space that now belongs to me. Despite the house not completely belonging to me, it still feels nice to call it mine. I was left with no choice but to get it on rent despite my initial plan to buy the place. Buying a place like this would’ve cost more than I can ever afford and even getting it wasn’t easy. Endless calls, paperwork, negotiations—it almost felt like the universe was testing how badly I wanted a fresh start.Turns out, I wanted it badly enough. The smile on my face widens as I take in the bare walls and quiet corners of the room. I can already see it— a soft couch by the corner, maybe a canvas next to it so I can paint in my spare

A FEW DAYS LATER IVY “One more year till graduation.” Those words are now my mantra. The mantra I refused to stop uttering ever since I woke up, got dressed and made my way to college. Now, I’m at college and the words are still at the tip of my tongue. One year till I finish college is still enough time. Enough time for me to focus, get my grades up and live a normal life. The possibilities are endless. And as long as I can get through my first day with dozens of eyes threatening to bore holes into my skin, I can survive anything. I quicken my steps, flipping my hoodie to cover my face. I can still feel eyes following me though, every single person on campus refusing to move past my scandal. I survive the stares and make my way to my first class. With my hoodie still on, I pull out the few art supplies I managed to get during the weekend and we begin practicing. The next few minutes goes smoothly and I’m once again reminded of how much I love painting. Things are peaceful