บททั้งหมดของ Yes, Alpha Daddy: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

GWEN POVI didn’t hear from him or April for a few days, and I thought that perhaps he’d finally gotten the message. When he’d left the night I’d let him touch me, he looked so defeated that I felt sure he had given up. I told myself that it was a good thing. But deep down, my heart ached. His giving up was not what I really wanted. What I really wanted was the sweet, kind, gentle man he was showing himself to be. And yet, I still couldn't fully trust him to control his darker side. A few days later, I learned that April had been picked up by the cops high on drugs and alcohol. I remembered Nolan was so concerned that he wasn’t a good father. I could only imagine this made it worse. April minimized the situation. She chalked it up to not paying attention like she should to her surroundings. “Someone put drugs in your drink, April. Maybe it's your friends, not your surroundings.” “It will be fine, Gweneth.” While April made the whole thing to be no big deal, she did refocus on fin

NOLAN POVWow. I’d met a lot of women who wanted to be my woman, but none had laid it out quite like Mira. What the hell had Sam seen in this woman? Or what had Mira seen in Sam? The only thing I could think of was his wife’s inheritance. "I think you overestimate your appeal, Mira, if I may call you that. The truth is, Gwen is the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I have to admit I find it a little bit disturbing that you would try to seduce me, knowing my relationship with Gwen already." The agreeable, seductive exterior vanished. Her eyes narrowed. "It's no more disturbing than sleeping with your college-age daughter’s friend." I suppose she wasn't wrong, but I wasn't going to take the bait. "The point is I'm not interested in what you're offering." She leaned forward, practically sneering at me. "That's fine. It's clear that you're a bit of a pervert, anyway." I felt that dig in my psyche, wondering if that was true. Was my love of a woman half my age a perversion? How

GWEN POV"The second thing is that I'm sorry. I realized after you left that I was having a sense of déjà vu seeing you angry on my front step. I overreacted. You weren't mean to me. You doubted me, and that hurt, but it wasn't like before. I'm sorry that I didn't recognize how hard you've been working on your anger issues." "Thank you." And still, my words didn't seem to sway him. He looked at me like he'd given up on me. "You said there were three things." I nodded and stepped closer to him, glad that he didn't back away. "Perhaps I should've led with this. I love you too." He studied me, and I hoped he saw what he was looking for. “Do you still love me?” I asked. “Did I mess that up?” He closed his eyes and his head tilted upward, as if someone were pouring a balm over him. When he finally returned his gaze to me, the tender, sweet man I knew was back. His hand cupped my cheek. “I should be asking you that. Ah, Gwen, how much of all this craziness wou

APRIL POVI was often asked if it was weird that my father and my best friend were now married and had triplets babies. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't. But most of the time, I didn’t think about it. When I was with April, she was my best friend. And when I was with my dad, he was my dad. Now that they were married, it was sometimes a little weirder because it was hard to keep their roles separate. As long as I didn’t think about them having sex, I was usually okay. Mostly, I was happy for them. And of course, I loved my new little brothers.I tried to focus on this as I sat with all of them in the living room, listening to Christmas music and making Christmas ornaments, Gweneth idea of a new family tradition. This was our first Christmas as a family, and I wanted it to be perfect for them. So I plastered on a smile, even though my problems weighed heavily on me. A month ago, my on-again, off-again boyfriend was killed in my house. It still sent chills down my spine to wonder what

WOOD POVMy paperwork was ruined. Totally and utterly unsalvageable. I dabbed myself down with a fistful of paper towels in the kitchen, cursing that sweet little slip of a girl for her clumsiness. Mine too. I hated the holidays. The frantic wrapping up of business to account for the slack days between Christmas Day and New Year was nothing but a ball ache. Everyone was vacant and preoccupied with their looming time off, forgetting conveniently that business continued on regardless. Orders to ship out, and schedules to maintain. Fuck the downtime, and fuck the stupid Christmas jingles and Santa hats and ridiculous office decor.My shirt was smeared to shit, but that was the least of my worries. More of a concern was the raging hard on in my fucking pants. So close. She’d been so close to brushing my crotch with those dainty little fingers, and I’d felt it, even though I’d managed to cut her off at the pass. I shouldn’t be this hard because of that girl. The