All Chapters of Yes, Alpha Daddy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SPENCER POVViolet breath is a wisp, her eyes sparkling for a moment as she makes her birthday wish.I want to ask what a girl like Violet wishes for, but I don’t. “You have a beautiful house,” she says, and the colour is back in her cheeks. “Thank you.” She asks me if I want to share her cake with her. I tell her it’s all for her. She giggles as she gets cream down her chin, and I smile and laugh along with her, even though it makes my dick twitch. It shouldn’t, but it does. She tells me she’s a messy eater. Clumsy. She says it’s because she’s one of those jittery people. Anxious. I believe her. It makes me want to grip her dithery fingers around my cock and jerk into her palm until I come. It shouldn’t, but it does. I dig out a fluffy pink robe for her and tell her it’s my daughter’s. I take her to the bathroom and stand outside the door while she changes. She gives me her wet clothes in return, ready for the washer, and my

SPENCER POVI tell myself I always leave the bathroom door open when I take my morning shower, that’s one of the advantages of living alone. I tell myself I’ve always preferred the shower in the main bathroom — the one on the landing that opens directly across from West’s door. I tell myself that Violet is most probably asleep, that she’s probably exhausted and I’ll be long finished and dressed by the time she surfaces. I wish to God I hadn’t heard her last night. I wish I hadn’t lingered, hadn’t pressed my ear to her bedroom door to hear her exploring West’s toys with curious fingers. Only those toys aren’t West’s toys. I never got a chance to give most of those beautiful toys to my little girl. I wanted to make sure Violet went to sleep ok, that’s what I tell myself. I wanted to be sure she wasn’t still scared, wouldn’t lie awake all night fretting over the piece of shit who tried to molest her in an alleyway. My cock definitely wasn’t hard. It definitely didn’t take all of my

VIOLET POVThe journey goes too quickly. The world zooms by outside the window and my heart thumps at the horror that this is it. Goodbye. I really don’t want this to be goodbye. My palms are hot and clammy, and my fingers are fidgety. They twiddle around and around as I try to think of a way to make this last. I just want to see him again. My emotions are churned into a big messy ball in my stomach. It feels weird, uncomfortable, these feelings for Spencer twisting and turning, so confused. I felt so safe in West’s room, cocooned in this floaty bubble, like cotton candy at a spring fair. I felt so safe there, so safe in Spencer’s house, that I wanted to be West.And I still want to be West now.But I watched him. I watched him in the shower. I watched him and I liked it. I thought about him touching me and I liked that too. I like him. I like him like that. The combination feels icky. Weird. Fluttery and weird.I can’t straighten it out

VIOLET POVMy heart hurts and I feel sick. “You’re so kind…” He takes Ben from my arms and finds his missing leg. My poor, poor Ben. His battered body breaks my heart. My voice is all choked up as I ask Spencer the question. “Do you think you can save him?” “I’ll give it my very best shot,” he tells me, and I believe him. He looks around my bedroom. “There’s nothing else worth saving,” he says. “I’m sorry, Violet, we’ll have to get a new one.” “But I don’t…” I cough to hide the embarrassment. “I don’t have any money… not enough… not even if I did have my purse…” “You don’t need to worry about that.”But I am. I am worried about that. He’s done far too much already, and I tell him so. I tell him I can’t take any more from him, that he hardly even knows me, but he waves his hand, won’t hear any of it. “I’ll call a locksmith when we’re back at home,” he says. “Some cleaners, too. They’ll salvage anything that can be saved.” He runs a hand down my chipped paintwork. “I th

VIOLET POV“You have a choice,” he says as we get to the landing, and there’s something heavy in his tone. Something that gives me nervous flutters. “About where you sleep.” My heart thumps at the thought of sleeping with him. In his room. In his bed. But that’s not what he means. I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. “I thought West’s room would help you relax,” he says. “But there is another room if you would prefer. A guest room.” He opens the door at the end of the landing. I step on through and it’s nice there. Nice and airy and all creams and whites. Nice and grown up. And boring. I get a horrible lurch in my belly at the thought of saying goodbye to West’s beautiful room. “And it’s a choice?” I ask. He nods.“West’s room,” I say quickly. “I’d like to stay there please.” He smiles, and I see something pass across his features. I wonder if I’ve made the wrong call. If I should have gone for the grown u