All Chapters of Yes, Alpha Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

WOOD POV I had plenty of workloads I should be getting on with. Client emails and order schedules to run through. A whole new year’s marketing plan to sign off ready for implementation. End of quarter reports to add my signature to. I should have been throwing myself into my to-do list, ready to wrap up for at least some semblance of a holiday break, but I wasn’t. Instead I was strumming my pen against my desk top, keeping my fingers occupied lest they be tempted to find their way down to the hard on still throbbing in my pants. My mind was all on my talented little trainee’s lace and polka dot. That and her freckles. Her pouty little mouth. Her innocence. Her nerves. And it shouldn’t have been. My thoughts about sweet little Mae were nothing short of professional disgust. All I could think of was tearing that coffee stained blouse from those perky little tits and feasting on her nipples until she whimpered for me. Of her tight little cunt so ripe and pink, sucking on

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

MAE POV With my laptop undergoing therapy down in the IT room, my desk was pretty barren. I tried to busy myself with paper shuffling, sorting my latest batch of delivery schedules into neat alphabetically ordered piles, but it didn’t help any. It didn’t matter how many kind words Jesse had heaped in my direction, I knew there would be no coming back from the discovery of smutty boss-centred stories if they managed to see the light of day. My poor cheeks were still on fire and my nerves were still jittering, and I only had myself to blame. It was one of those well-deserved serves you right things that comes from making a dumbass slip up. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasised about Mr Douglas stumbling across my stories. I mean, sure I had — usually with my hand down my knickers and my clit about twenty seconds from orgasm. Exactly the same way I’d fantasised about Mr Adam bumping into my anonymous journal account online and putting two and two together to ma

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

WOOD POVMae’s laptop was a far bigger treasure trove of insight than I’d first anticipated. I found her personal email address logged in her browser history, and automatic sign in was checked. Under anything like normal circumstances I’d have shied far away from this kind of invasion of privacy, but having just read ream upon ream of personally documented descriptions of the way my manhood hung in my suit trousers, I wasn’t feeling quite so willing to adhere to professional ethics. I’d already copied every single one of those documents to my laptop for closer examination later, but having unloaded my balls under my office desk once already, I was now on the hunt for more insight into my naughty little trainee.Her emails were generally sweet but standard. Check-ins with her mother where they’d talk about her mother’s new boyfriend, Aiden. Mae seemed to like Aiden, and I got the distinct impression this wasn’t usually the case with her mother’s partners. I was a litt

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

MAE POVChristmas sure came early this year. I couldn’t believe my luck, gawping like a slack-jawed fool across the desk at Mr Douglas. I’d escaped. Avoided the impending doom and a desperate stint of job hunting in the new year. My dice with unemployment still had my nerves on fire, but the euphoria crashing in on top was intense enough to wash over the lot of it. Intense enough that I could have kissed him, deep and hard and breathlessly, in relief as much as adoration. I did nothing, of course, just stared at him from the key sitting on the desk between us, waiting for him to elaborate on what the hell is the very personal thing he was trying to ask me. Thank you, Lord, I’d already scored lucky enough for one day. I couldn’t even hope. Dared not hope. A date? Dinner? A trip round to his place for Netflix and turkey sandwiches? I was game for anything. Everything. “I’m away at my brother’s place for Christmas,” he told me. “Londo

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

WOOD POVI couldn’t believe the depth of my own insanity. One afternoon of reading the girl’s dirty fantasies had me acting like a crazy man, concocting some irrational story of my own just to get her into my house for the holidays. God wept. Or laughed. Probably the latter. I’d left the office earlier than usual, my to-do list suddenly a damn sight longer now I had this ridiculous scheme to pull off. I hadn’t bothered decorating this year. No tree, no fairy lights, no Christmas snacks in the pantry. And, most significantly of all, no fucking cat. I groaned to myself as I headed down the pet food aisle of my local supermarket. I’d never had a pet. No dog, no budgerigar, not even a token goldfish when I was a boy. And certainly no bastard cat. It had been a moment of absolute madness. Her silly girlish smirk had poked a nerve, making me feel like a hypochondriac imbecile who couldn’t bear to leave his precious house unattended. I should have roll

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

MAE POVMr Douglas’s house was incredible. The wide open spaces decked out in neutral colours were heaven on earth after being cramped up in grotsville. You could tell the place belonged to a guy. He had minimal pictures on the wall, and those that were up were abstract and obscure, seemingly chosen for the inoffensive colour schemes as much as anything else. The TV was huge and occupied a prime position to the right of a gorgeous open fireplace. The furnishings were plush and stylish, and the carpets were deep and cosy under my bare toes as I padded from one room to another in my quest to get a feel for the man behind the suit and scowl. He’d left me stocked up with enough supplies for a whole winter, and I wished I could stay forever. Preferably with him here too. And naked. Of course. I left it a good hour to make sure he’d be well on the road before I dared to venture upstairs. I felt like a sneaky little intruder as I checked out the rooms behind closed do

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

WOOD POVI was barely an hour across the country and already at my second service station. If that didn’t speak volumes, I don’t know what would have. I’d already given myself the sensible self-talk in the car, reassuring myself I was doing the right thing by driving away.Mae was set up comfortably with a decently festive Christmas Tree and I’d made sure her present was easily discoverable underneath. She had everything she needed for a perfectly pleasant holiday break, and was likely eating mince pies and watching some Santa show or other on TV quite happily even as I was standing in the coffee shop queue. In fact, the likelihood was that she’d have a more satisfying Christmas than I would.I took my third Americano of the journey to the seating area and logged into my laptop, realising with a smirk how I’d subconsciously chosen a table with my back to the wall.It was a stupid idea to call up my copy of Mae’s Stuff and start clicking through the contents, and an even more stupi

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

MAE POVWith Dickson keeping me company, spending Christmas Eve without any actual human beings in the vicinity didn’t feel quite so bad. He was cuddly and cute and his purr was so loud it reminded me of a helicopter droning. He did that weird spiky thing where he prickled my legs with his claws over and over, but I don’t think he meant anything by it. I think we were actually pretty good friends considering we’d only been officially introduced just a short while ago. I guess the double dinner and saucer of milk may have had something to do with that. Mr Douglas sofa was the perfect place to snuggle up for TV. I sank down into the cushions and thanked my lucky stars that the year end was panning out so much better than expected. I say lucky stars, but the thanks should have been firmly at Mr Douglas’s feet, even though he didn’t have a clue how much his request had meant to me. Maybe one day I should tell him. The packet of vaguely posh chocolate biscuits

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

WOOD POVI couldn’t hold it back, the laughter. It felt alien to laugh so freely, so openly. Her face was a picture, her eyes wide as she stared down at the furry intruder on her lap. “He’s not yours?! But he came in… he came when I called him…” I looked at the huge ginger cat with the biggest smile. I recognised him vaguely, a pampered thing from a few doors down. The admission came more easily than I anticipated. “I don’t have a cat,” I told her. “I’ve never had a cat.” Her confusion was palpable. “But you said… about the cat-sitting…” She was divine. Beautiful. Innocent and wholesome and shining with good intentions. It made the dirty little minx under the surface all the more irresistible. I gestured to the box on the counter, all dressed up with its silly bow. “Open your present,” I told her. “It’s after midnight, technically Christmas Day.” I didn’t think she could look any more confused, but her brows creased like cut

CHAPTER EIGHTY

MAE POVI’d had it generally good through life, but I’d never considered myself as one of those super lucky people where crazy good things fell from the sky and landed straight in my lap. Things like this just didn’t happen to me. But they were happening, and I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to pinch myself over and over, just to know this was really real. But it was. It was ultra-real, realer than real. The solid bulk of him was undeniable, scissored between my legs as he carried me upstairs. His mouth was indisputable as it pressed to mine, his tongue everything I’d dreamed of as it sought mine out and played hard.My arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, my body fizzing with excitement and nerves and disbelief that my dirty story fuck-up had delivered the best Christmas of my life. He headed straight for his bedroom, and my belly flipped at the thought of my snooping in there just a few hours earlier. He dropped me onto the bed and I groaned as he di

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