All Chapters of Yes, Alpha Daddy: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

MAX POV “Why so soon? Why not live a little first? Tread the corporate boards to get a bit of experience behind you. Travel. Make some sound investments to see you through any dips in the road? You said your mother works long hours for crappy money, is that what you want? What about life? What about all the experiences out there to be lived?” “I am living,” she said. “The yard is where I feel alive.” She sighed. “It’s owned by a guy called Carlson. A nice guy. The best guy. He’ll rent me the stables and the land, but he’s up against it. His wife left him, and his maintenance business is failing and the bank is after the clothes from his back.” She met my eyes. “It’s my shot. My dream. I just need a bit of cash to put it together. That’s why I’m here, with you. Partly.” “Only partly?” “Only partly, yeah. The other part is for me. Just because… you know.” There was a blush on her cheeks again. “A girl has needs.” “Sacrifice a few years to pursue a career and maybe you could buy Car

CLOE POV I should’ve gone home. I mean technically I’m only theirs for the weekend, and Sunday night was in the realms of overtime, surplus to the requirements of our arrangement. But I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to, because they offered, because I liked them. Both of them. I stayed because I wanted to fall asleep between two hot bodies again. I stayed because, despite the fact I could still feel the ache of the pounding I’d taken the night before, I wanted them again. I wanted them so much I was a sticky hot mess. I sent a text to Mum, letting her know I was out for another night, and one to Carlson, asking him to mind Tino until I showed up after my stupid meeting with the sperm donor, and then I settled down for the evening, kicking back between Max and Soren on the sofa, listening to Soren’s soul compilation and drinking posh tea. And then they’d stripped naked, and I had, too, and we’d jumped into their massive white bed with me snug in the middle, and their arms had

CLOE POV He waved me quiet, just like always, and I felt the tears prick. Stupid fucking tears. I should never have come here. I stood to leave but he stood, too, and his hands were out, his expression sad and horrible. “Please,” he said. “Let’s start again. Just give me five minutes.” I shrugged and I hated it. I hated the incentive he was offering. I hated this place, and its horrible stuffy corporate everything, and my stupid horrible stuffy corporate father. “Five minutes.” “Your mother thinks you should take this opportunity. It would make me very happy if you did. Your sister enrolled, just last week, and you could slot right in, I’m sure you’d pick it up.” “It’s already started?” He nodded. “I should have told you sooner, but your mother advised against it, she said it would give you longer to talk yourself out of it.” “As if I was likely to ever talk myself into it.” I pictured Verity, flouncing around in her posh little pinafore. Bitch. I bet she was loving it, I bet

CLOE POV “A loser?” I laughed, because it seemed so ridiculous. “You’re not a loser, Max. You wouldn’t even know how to be a loser. Look at you.” “Not anymore,” he said. “Your father saw something in me when nobody else would cast me a second glance. He took a risk on a kid with nothing but a big old chip on his shoulder, and he was patient, and kind, and he persisted and tried, and put the effort in until I became something more.” “I’m sure you’re being overly harsh on yourself.” I was sure, too. Very sure. But he shook his head. “A stint in juvenile detention. Petty theft. Carjacking. Vandalism.” He paused. “Fighting. Fights I knew I’d lose. I fought anyway, just because I was on the edge and didn’t know how else to express myself.” He clasped his hands together on the table top. “I had nothing. A couple of ex foster parents who’d already got the next kid in line by the time I left. Some friends are not worth shit.” I swallowed, my throat was dry. “What did you do?” He looked

MAX POV Loverboy calling. It flashed up on the dash, the bleep bleep bleep blaring through every bastard speaker. It connected automatically, and Cloe’s eyes were still wide, waiting for the words on the tip of my tongue. “Hey, hot ass, where are you? Are you in the car? I can hear myself. La la la, ooh ah, I can hear myself…” “Yes, in the car,” I said, but he wasn’t really listening, he was still chirping on to himself, caught up in his own echo. I could picture him in his loose jeans, tracking about the house with a hand down his boxers. He usually called then. “I’ll call you back…” I said, but he continued on regardless. “She stayed until almost lunch. And it’s love, man, it’s fucking love. I’m in fucking love with that girl.” I watched Cloe’s cheeks flush, they pinked in front of my eyes, and her mouth hung open. “…She’s incredible. She’s so fucking funny, Max. And she’s sweet, and cute. And fuck, the ass on her. Seriously, Max, she’s the fucking dog’s bollocks. Next weeken