บททั้งหมดของ Yes, Alpha Daddy: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

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

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

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

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

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