All Chapters of Yes, Alpha Daddy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE

BRIAN POVI have to use my lunch break to make agency calls on behalf of a girl who’s no longer on my books. I take a bite of my sandwich, cursing that I’m spending so much time on hold. I’ve a lot of people to speak with, and not a huge amount of time to do it in. The result: more of the same old shit. They’ll need her to register. They’ll need some form of ID. They’ll need to do an assessment.They’ll be able to do none of those things unless Moona actually agrees to toe the line. I’m exasperated by the time I look up Amie and Nick’s number at the end of my shift. One last shot, that’s what I tell myself. One last attempt to reason with them and get them on side enough to keep her room open for her until we can get her into these appointments.It’s Amie who answers. She sighs as she registers it’s me. I launch quickly into my monologue, telling her I know how hard they’ve worked with Moona, how much time they’ve put in, and how difficult this has been on all of them, but if sh

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO

MOONA POVThe sleeping bag at Raul stinks of weed like the rest of the place. I know they say it’s nature’s herb and all that, but it always smelled like crap to me. It’s only ever made me sick and giggly. I don’t really do giggly things, so I’m better off without the shitty stuff. Raul says it will chill me fucking out, but I do chilled even less than I do giggly. He stays up late with the TV on loud. The room is full of the stench, and when I hunker down under my grotty covers that’s when I come to realise everything smells of it here. I probably smell like it here.He has a couple of cats that he doesn’t let out. Their litter tray stinks even worse than the weed. Some random ex-girlfriend left them here, he told me once. He hardly feeds them, so I share my ham sandwich with them, loving the way they purr as they settle down under the covers with me. Maybe I can take them on the road with me, but they’ll probably run away. I wouldn’t blame them. I’d run away fro

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE

BRIAN POVThree days and three long nights. I’ve been calling every agency I can think of through my lunch breaks and driving around the streets looking for her every night, despite knowing full well that she’s probably long gone. I wonder how she celebrated becoming an official adult. I wonder if she celebrated at all. I found myself at Amie and Nick’s front door last night, just to check in person that they hadn’t heard anything. Their eyes said it all. They told me she’s a lost cause and it’s sad I haven’t accepted that yet. But I haven’t. I can’t. We’ve never had Moona Avii's mobile number on her case file, simply because she refused to give it to anyone, me included. It was Amie’s parting gift to me, followed up with the assurance that there’s no way the madam will answer, but it still felt like I’d been handed the Holy Grail as I left their doorstep and headed back to my car. I pulled over before I was even back in Lydney, my heart thumping as I keyed her number into

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FOUR

MOONA POV Brian puts the car heater on and its warmth feels amazing on my cold feet. I want to tell him thanks, but the words won’t come. I want to reach out and touch his hand, but I’m scared he’ll pull away. So I sit still, staring straight ahead as he drives us fuck knows where. He’s nervous and it’s obvious. His fingers keep tapping the steering wheel as we head back to Lydney. It’s weird to be in a car again, travelling roads in a flash that would’ve taken me hours on foot. I’m guessing he really must be taking me back to his, no matter what his co-worker might have to say about it, but he turns right when he should turn left onto his road and carries on down the High Street. “Where are we going?” “A friend’s.” I stiffen in my seat, and even that stupid small movement sets my ankle off hurting worse. “What kind of friend?” He glances in my direction and I feel a weird flutter in my belly. “You met him briefly. The guy in the suit from Sassy’s.” “

CHAPTER 155

MOONA POV So many things. Way more things than Amie and Nick ever had at theirs. He heats up a pan of soup at my request, because that’s all I think I can stomach right now, and I watch him like I’ve never seen him before. His shirt is crumpled and his jacket has a patch of dry mud on the elbow. It must be from me. He has really fine hands, long fingers like he should be a pianist or something, not some charity worker. His jaw has a shadow of stubble and it really suits him. The lights in here are harsh and show the fine lines around his eyes, but they really suit him too. I’m not sure if it’s my belly rumbling, or the butterflies, or a bit of both, but I think I love this man. It’s the most crazy stupid thing to be thinking in some stranger’s house while my ex-charity-caseworker stirs a pan of chicken soup, but it’s true. If I’m honest – which I rarely am – I think I’ve loved Brian for months. I think I’ve loved him since the day he called the cops and argued with them that

CHAPTER 156

BRIAN POV“This isn’t–” I begin, but she shakes her head. “You’re hard. I know you are.” My hand covers my crotch instinctively, knowing full well she’s right. “You need to sleep.” “Stay,” she says, and I have to close my eyes to block her out. “Moona, I can’t.” My voice is as firm as I can muster. I hear the hitch of my own breath as I fight for resolve. And she changes again. Just like that. She pulls up her cami and rearranges the covers on top of her. I’d believe I’d imagined the entire interaction if it wasn’t for the glint in her eyes. “A goodnight kiss, then.” She says, and my dick fucking aches with the strain. “Just a peck, to say thank you. For the soup. And the other stuff.” Just a peck. To say thank you. And then a sharp exit. I lower myself over her, my arms rigid to keep my distance. Her fingers are lightning-fast, slipping inside my jacket and up my chest before I even lower my face to hers, her pretty mouth pe

CHAPTER 157

MOONA POVI don’t know why I’m being like this. I don’t know why I’m pushing him away as soon as he’s walked through the fucking door, but bitchy Moona is running the show and I can’t stop myself talking shit at him. I feel a weird satisfaction in the way he looks so confused. Hurt. He looks hurt, and that’s satisfying too. I don’t know why I want him to think I’m a lazy useless bitch. I only put the TV on when I saw his car pull into the street and I don’t even watch this shitty show. I don’t know why I used a different plate for every sandwich and left them piled up around me for maximum mess. I don’t know why I’m being such a terrible cow to a man who’s only ever tried to help me. Because he doesn’t want me. Because he doesn’t love me. Because he’ll never love me.The urge to give him the finger and tell him to fuck off out of my life is strong. I feel it twisting in my belly, the urge to make him leave me and get this over with. I could scream in hi

CHAPTER 158

CAIN POVI thought I’d be able to breathe easy when I finally received a reply from the silent sonofabitch back home. I let out a sigh of fucking relief as his name flashed up, until I saw the ridiculous message. Everything’s fine.Just those two measly words after days of nothing. Like fuck everything’s fine. It’s the most bullshit excuse for a text message I think I’ve ever had from him. I’d laugh at how ridiculous it was if I wasn’t already worried sick about the state of his affairs in my absence.I’ve been trying to ignore it – trying to blank out the prospect of that sappy idiot losing his mind over some pretty piece of trouble while I’m in a different time zone.It’s only when I realise I haven’t registered a damn word in my latest conference session that I call up my calendar and check what events I’d be missing if I left for home early. I curse under my breath, because fucking dammit, there’s at least three presentations I’ve marked on my must see list over the ne

CHAPTER 159

MOONA POVBrian didn’t come back last night. I thought maybe he’d call or text, but he didn’t. I sat by the landline with his business card in my hand, flipping it over and over and wishing my stupid dumb mouth would open up enough to tell him I’m sorry. But it wouldn’t. I hate TV, so the minute Brian left I turned it right back off again. I don’t get why people like the stupid things so much. Almost every house I’ve ever set foot in has a stupid screen blaring somewhere. I’ve spent loads of time watching people stare at moving pictures on a box like big dumb shits, and I just don’t get it.When you’ve been in foster care as much as I have, you come to know it’s an easy option to palm off every kid that ever wants attention. Why don’t you just behave and watch some TV? Why don’t you sit down in front of the TV and be quiet? Why don’t you just watch the kids channel like every other kid we’ve ever taken care of?Because TV is a fucking life-stealer, you dumbfucks. TV is a fucking se

CHAPTER 160

CAIN POVMoona Avii is in my fucking living room. Large as fucking life.Her piercing eyes are as wide as fucking saucers, her pretty mouth flapping harder than the bird flapping around the ceiling. My eyes don’t know where to look first, at her, at the crow in my fucking house, or at the state of the place around her. My white carpet is filthy with muddy boot prints. The cushions on my perfect white sofa have been trampled, and they’re covered in mud too. There’s bird shit splattered over the front of my TV, my mantelpiece is in fucking disarray with several of my picture frames smashed on the top. And her, covered in shit, mud and feathers, a picture of horror as she stares right back at me.“The door!” she yells, but I’m too fucking dumbstruck to move. The crow flaps straight over my head and out. She races after it, and I hear her angry wail before I find her in the open front doorway. Her eyes are wild as she glares at me. “You let him out! He needed his foot taken care of

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