Lahat ng Kabanata ng Yes, Alpha Daddy: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

CLEO POVI saddled him up in a flash, and grabbed my helmet, swinging myself up onto his back before I’d even fastened my chin strap. He strode out with his head high, ears pricked as we made our way out past the other horsey faces in the stalls and further out past Carlson. He waved as we cleared the barn, and I squeezed Tino to a trot as we headed up the drive and onto the lane.The saddle felt harder than usual against tender flesh, every pace a reminder of the fact I’d been fucked the night before. I’d really been fucked the night before. Potentially harder than I’d ever been fucked, and definitely deeper. Soren fucked like a porn star. The thought made me grin. One in the pussy, one in the hand. Maybe I could be a little porno minx myself.The nerves came flooding back, the memory of the adrenaline and the endorphins and the fear, and it put me back in my place.Hardly a porno minx, but I’d done alright. I think.They’d both come. That’s alright, right? Even if Max had pretty mu

CLOE POV I stepped through the door at midday and Mum shot up from the dining room table. She hovered while I kicked off my boots in the hallway. “What?” I said. “You know what.” Urgh. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me he called you. What a prize fucking prick.” “Watch your mouth,” she said, and I shot her the finger. I smiled and so did she. “I’m not talking to him,” I said. “He can piss the hell off.” “He said he’s been calling for a week.” “No,” I said. “His office has been calling for a week. Him, no. He called once. Earlier. I was busy.” “Semantics. He’s been calling for a week.” “I don’t give a shit what he’s got to say. I’m not interested in any little non-family get-togethers. I’m not interested in Verity’s new fucking show pony. I’m not interested in how wonderful his wonderful life is.” I tossed my phone from my pocket to illustrate my point. “I really don’t care. I want none of it.” “He’s your dad…” “He’s my sperm donor. Nothing more.” She pulled a face. “That

MAX POV I pointed at the current slide. “My requirements are simple. Everyone will do their best. I don’t care where you’ve come from, I don’t care what you know, or what you’ve done, or what a couple of cruddy pieces of paper claim you’re worth. I judge on what I find, and I find effort and determination to be worth a thousand university degrees. Don’t try and coast through this programme, because I’ll know it, I’ve already seen it a thousand times over. You have a problem, you bring it up and we work through it, other than that, I expect you all when you’re on my team, and for the next six months we’re a team. Understood?” Eighteen heads nodded, while Verity looked at her Gucci watch. “Miss Macau, is that understood?” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Maxwell, I get it.” But she didn’t. She didn’t fucking get it, because spoiled little bitches like Verity Macau have never had to work for for anything. She’s the youngest. The pampered princess in the ivory tower. Her mother’s little

MAX POVI loosened my tie and ditched my jacket over the chair, guzzling down a couple of mouthfuls of beer before Soren even asked the question.“So, Princess Macua?” he quizzed.“Just as good as you were expecting?”I nodded. “The brat wouldn’t sing.”“Ouch.”“Quite. So, I sent her packing. She ran to Daddy, you know how it goes.”He sucked in breath. “And what happened?”I smiled at the memory. “He sent her back five minutes later, with an apology.”Soren’s eyebrows shot up. “An apology? No fucking shit!”“A token apology.”“Did you accept it?” He grabbed himself a beer.“After she sang the Rocky theme…” I couldn’t help but smirk. “Solo…”Soren shook his head. “Jesus, Max. She’s gonna hate your fucking guts.”“She can hate my guts, I couldn’t give a toss, just as long as she learns to apply herself to the programme, or gets the fuck out of it.”He paused, and I made him wait, and didn't say another word.“Did you get my message?” he asked, finally.I took a swig of beer. “Yeah, I g

CLOE POV He shook his head. “That’s not quite how it works.” He forked himself some cucumber stars. “See, we want… things… we want… someone…” The piece of tomato in my mouth felt big all of a sudden. I struggled to chew, and struggled harder to swallow. “Someone? Like… more than a…” “More than a fuck once a week on a Saturday, yeah.” He sipped his water, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Much more than that.” I felt my colour draining. Much more than that. What could be much more than that? A live-in whore? A sex slave? A maid? A girlfriend? He waved his hands. Hold them up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Too much, too soon.” “No,” I said. “It’s just… I don’t…” I took a breath. “I’m not really sure how this stuff works. I just read a couple of reader’s letters in Glitz, and it all sounded so easy and cool and glamorous. And hot. It sounded hot.” “There aren’t any rules,” he said. “It’s just people. People want different things. I guess we need to find a zone where we al