All Chapters of Yes, Alpha Daddy: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

CLOE POV A firm grip landed on my shoulder, and I pretended to be surprised, looking around as though he’d come from nowhere. Like my eyes hadn’t followed him everywhere, chasing after the man who’d bruised my cervix while he walked the room, the man who’d put three grand in my bank account and his monster dick all the way inside me. The man I wanted. He gave me shivers in this place, and they were good shivers. I’ve never had much of a boss thing going on, but maybe I’d never had the right boss. This one was already tickling my gut, that flood of butterflies that comes when you really want to fuck someone. Like you’re on a rollercoaster, dipping over the edge. “We’re going,” he said. “Now?” I looked around me at all the people still listening intently to their headsets. “Now.” I put my headset on the desk. “Where are we going?” Max didn’t answer, just started walking, and I shrugged and smiled at Dave, who’d been so kind to me, who’d made me feel welcome. “See you tomorrow.”

CLOE POV I soaked it all in, everything he told me. Went over the slides again and again until they made sense. I wanted to please him, wanted to get it right. Soren hung out with us, playing retro arcade games on his tablet while we crunched sales statistics. His hip was pressed to mine, the tickle of his beard against my shoulder as Max and I talked work. He didn’t hurry us, or “try to interject, just kept himself amused in his own little bubble while we worked away right next to him. I imagined he was used to it. Max split the remaining champagne between our three glasses. “Don’t get too caught up in the technicalities,” he said. “It’s about forming relationships, not about selling technology. You just need enough of the framework to add value to the client.” I nodded. “Can’t hurt, though, right? Knowing the details?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’d be surprised. Sometimes a little knowledge does more harm than good.” “Score,” Soren announced. He showed us his tablet, a new per

CLOE POV A spring in my step and that fucked last night ache between my legs and I was all ready to hit round one of Cloe versus Princess Verity. I’d selected one of my new blouses with care, the lightest teal blue, cute but subtle, professional without being too brash. My hair was up in a messy bun, to show off the tailored lines of my new swanky suit jacket. My pencil skirt hugged my ass, and my heels made a satisfying clack as I walked. Yeah, I felt good. I felt ready for this. I had a lovely little flutter in my belly as we arrived at the office. It was gooey and warm and far too squishy, and although I knew it was a potentially dumbass move to get all gushy over a guy who was A. my boss and B. paying me to fuck both him and his boyfriend, I couldn’t help myself. I liked pulling up to the office in Max’s Range. I liked walking through the office at his side. I liked borrowing his toothbrush in the morning, and sleeping in his bed at night. I liked taking his cock, once, twice,

MAX POV Two empty seats as the afternoon resumed, and the sight made me a little uneasy. I looked at my watch and was contemplating sending a search party to the toilets when Cloe made her way across the room. She looked like shit, scraping back hair that was clearly dishevelled and twisting it back up into a bun only to find her hair tie was missing. She checked her wrists for another, and I saw her curse under her breath. She abandoned her efforts and let her hair fall free, and someone had clearly had a go at it. It didn’t take a genius to work out who that someone was. I didn’t see the scratch on her face until she took her seat, and the sight of it knocked me for six. Verity appeared just a moment later, and I shot her a look that could sour milk. She walked with the same Verity swagger, but her eyes were dark and wired. Unlike Cloe, she still looked immaculate, her hair still hanging in a perfect plait, her makeup pristine without so much as a smudge. “Prepare some notes,”

MAX POV “Must have been hard on the kids, all of them.” I said. He nodded. “I thought they’d adapt, slowly, learn to get on. I thought we’d be alright.” “But it wasn’t alright?” He shook his head. “No, it wasn’t alright. Cloe hated me, hated the house, hated the kids. She didn’t want to come there, and used to cry to her mum that she wanted to stay at home, but I’d turn up anyway, try and make it work. Bull-headed, Max, I was bull-headed. When she got to thirteen she didn’t want to know me anymore, and when she got to sixteen she told me she’d had enough of the whole fucking lot of us. Wouldn’t take a penny from me, not for anything, didn’t want to know.” “You let it go?” “No,” he said. “Not really. Kept trying, kept pushing. It’s her mother, though, she’s so close to her mother. Wouldn’t even let me speak her name, still won’t now. She said I had no right to speak about her mother after what I’d done to her, no right to even think about her mother.” “And what about what Zara d