Yes, Alpha Daddy의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

VIOLET POV I wake up on my own, and my heart does a little jump. A flip of panic at the thought he’s left me, that he doesn’t want me in the cold light of day. I slip out of bed and grab my dressing gown, my feet quick on the stairs as I make my way down, and there he is, in the kitchen, and he’s cooking. He’s already dressed, and he looks even more perfect in his suit this morning. His hair is slick and styled, and so dark that way that you can barely see the grey at his temples. His shirt is crisp and white, and he’s so careful as he fries up eggs. “Morning sleepyhead,” he says, and he’s smiling. His smile makes my tummy flutter. “I was just about to wake you. Food’s up.” He flips the eggs onto a plate, and grabs some toast from the toaster. Bacon, too. I smell bacon. It’s the best smell in the world on a Monday morning. I take a seat with a smile, say yet another thank you, and my fingers brush his as I take my plate from him. I feel it all the way

SPENCER POV“Morning, Mr Douglas.” A sea of the same old Monday morning greetings. I smile my usual smile, ask after people’s weekends, and their kids, and their Saturday nights at the karaoke. I make my way through to my office with my usual take-out coffee and check my emails just like any other regular work morning. But it’s different this morning. I feel so different this morning.West stares out at me from the same old picture from the corner of my desk, grinning in the arms of her mother as they stare up at the camera. Stare at me. I touch the frame, a regular ritual, only this time my heart doesn’t pang in quite the same way.It's loneliness. Or more specifically the lack of it. A beautiful sense of relief washes over me as I discard my regular work routine and call my secretary through.Ria looks great this morning. A new blouse is well iron, I think. She smiles and scribbles down notes without even a hint of surprise as I instruct her to call in a cleaning team to Viol

SPENCER POVViolet tries to smile as though everything is A-ok as I prepare dinner, but she’s thinking about West. It’s a phenomenon I’m familiar with, once people find out about such a loss. One that has long since found me avoiding almost all mentions of my little girl’s name. It makes people feel awkward. Pity, sympathy… It's a fine line between the two. I don’t want either. “It’s ok. You can talk about her,” I say as I peel the carrots. She spins her empty juice glass on the table top. “I just… I can’t imagine the pain…” “Hopefully you won’t ever have to.” The peeler works so methodically. I lift my eyes from the growing pile of carrot sticks. “It was a long time ago.” “Still,” she says. “It’s so horrible… it must’ve been…” “Bad,” I say. “It was bad.” I hope that will suffice. I have no desire to dredge up the long nights of misery, or the countless hours of therapy, or the emptiness West and Clara passing left in my life. “I’m

VIOLET POVI open my eyes and he’s smiling. My lips feel puffy and tingly, and my cheeks burn hot as I smile back at him. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I gasp as he pulls tight. He tips my head up, and I’m staring, staring at how strong he looks, how different he looks. “You’re such a good girl, Violet,” he tells me, and my heart lifts for him. “I’m going to take care of you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I nod, and the way my hair pulls in his fist catches my breath. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” There’s something in the way he says it. Something that makes me feel floaty. “Yes.” I nod again, and he pulls my hair tighter. “A firm hand, Violet. That’s what you need, isn’t it? Someone to look after you. Someone to watch out for you. Someone to love you and nurture you.” “Yes… yes I do,” I tell him, and that makes the tickles come harder. “Don’t be scared,” he says, and there’s that tone. That caring tone. “

SPENCER POV“You’re so… firm…” she says. “I like to keep fit,” I tell her. She nods, and her eyes meet mine for a moment as she brushes my nipple. “You can touch me,” I say. “Touch me however you want.” Her hands gain confidence, stroking and prodding and pinching. “You’re amazing…” she whispers. “You’re everything…” I quiet her with my mouth, my lips pressing to hers before my tongue pushes inside. I tip her backwards and follow her, and her fingers snake instinctively to my belt. I unbuckle for her, and pull out my cock, kissing her hard as I wrap her sweet little fingers around my shaft. I move her hands, up and down, nice and slowly. “Like that,” I groaned into her mouth. “Just like that.” “I want to see it,” she whispers. “Please…” I press a hand to her ribs as I lift myself from her. Adjust her thighs so I can see her pretty cunt as her fingers work my dick. And she stares at my cock with wide-eyed wonder. “It’s big…” s