Lahat ng Kabanata ng Yes, Alpha Daddy: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

This is the last part of the Daddies series and I hope you all enjoyed the entire series.YES! DADDIES! FUCK ME! PLEASEBOOK 6MAXThe envelope icon continued flashing at the bottom of the screen, but I ignored it, along with the lingering glances in my direction. Soren was exceptionally talented in many areas, but subtlety wasn’t one of them.He was twitchy, and it wasn’t from the copious amounts of coffee he’d been guzzling all evening, he was excited.Soren was usually excited, naturally wired with a high metabolism and the expressive kind of features you can read a mile off, but this was a special kind of excitement.It was endearing. Although I’d never tell him so.He pushed his chair away from his desk, spinning to face me, yet still I didn’t react.I enjoyed the game far too much.Our home office is intimate. The tension stretched until he broke, with a mock groan.“Well?! Have you looked?!”“No,” I said.“Pissing hell, Max, will you just look? Please?”I angled my laptop scree

CLOE POVI took a breath and stepped out into the cool evening air, a welcome relief against burning skin. My dress was the most expensive I owned; a soft pink strapless number with a demure little diamante rose at the bust.My strides defied my lack of confidence, my heels clacking against the ground as I approached their front door.Soren and Max , Max and Soren.I hoped it would be Soren who answered. Soren seemed nice, kind, and cool. Soren was hot, and funny. I could fall for Soren. He had full-sleeve tattoos and his clothes were nerdy-chic. He had messy brown hair and dark eyes, and a full-on hipster beard. He was a designer, too. What’s not to love?Max, on the other hand. I’d never spoken to Max. Max honestly seemed… intense. Intimidating. Posh suits, and steely muscles, and chiselled features, and absolutely everything I wasn’t. The corporate bogeyman under my country-girl bedspread. Maybe the photos made him look more that way than he really was.I knocked on the door and my

CLOE POVI felt strangely taken aback. “I just thought… sorry…”His eyes were so hard. “You’re not a prostitute, Cloe. I don’t expect you to drop your knickers the minute you walk through the door.”I shrivelled under his glare, turning into a gawky little girl. “I thought that maybe… sorry, I misunderstood.”Soren groaned, loud enough to get our attention. “Drinks, please…” he said. “For fuck’s sake, let’s get a fucking beer. Jesus Christ.”He didn’t even wait for affirmation, just took himself through to the kitchen.I was pleased to follow him.The atmosphere changed in the kitchen. The air felt lighter, and the evening sun lit up the room through the huge townhouse windows. Soren pulled out a beer and offered me one, but Max was already at the wine rack, pulling out a bottle of red and holding it up for my approval.“A good year,” he said, and uncorked. He poured, and I caught a heady whiff of fruit.I took my glass and swirled the wine around, took a sniff. “Nice.”A thousand pou

MAX POV Drinking always makes conversation so much easier. I kept my head, holding back on the wine while Soren knocked back the beers, and Cloe loosened up on a couple of glasses of red. I let them talk, and I watched. I always watch. Soren told her about graphic design, and made her laugh about some of his clients. Only Soren can make work funny like that. He asked her about her uni course, her friends, and her horse. She showed him a thousand pictures, but only showed me one. She asked him a thousand questions, but only asked me a couple. She touched his arm a hundred times, but kept her body an ocean away from mine. Yet her eyes kept finding me, and kept staring, and there were nerves there, intoxicating nerves that tempted me to say fuck it, and grab hold of her tight little body and pound the fuck out of her over the kitchen island. I did nothing, just watched. I checked my watch when they went out for another cigarette, and the time was getting on. Midnight called, and t

CLOE POV I reached the bathroom doorway as Soren rolled over, too. His eyes sought me out and they were hooded and hazy, his hair dishevelled. He smiled, but I couldn’t smile back, I was nothing but nerves. “Bathroom,” I stammered. “I need to go. I’m so sorry.” I flinched as Max got to his feet, his thick cock still hard and veined, and so big my pussy clenched, but he didn’t head in my direction. His smile was dirty and victorious, and I felt like a bunny in a snare. “Strange,” he said. “Since you have an en suite.” Busted. I wished the ground would swallow me up. Max disappeared out of view, and I heard him pissing. The sound was strangely horny. I stared at Soren and he stared back at me, and he was still smiling. “It’s alright,” he said. “You can watch, it’s cool. We don’t mind.” But I felt like such a sneaky little bitch. I was trying to think of words, but my palms were sweaty and my fingers were twitchy. I held them together, contemplating my next move. Into the bathroo