Wanting Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Benjamin’s POV “I'm going to miss mum so much,” Leah muttered, as the airport speakers announced that Violet's flight was about to take off.After spending five weeks with us in Ibiza, she'd finally left for New York to beginning the process of divorcing Tom.“Me too,” Diana replied, and I tilted my head sideways to her.Luckily enough, we had managed to frolick without getting caught by her throughout her stay.Given how there were just nine days left before the summer vacation ended, I knew the probability of us getting caught by Leah was mostly zero.For one, my daughter was both an early and deep sleeper.She could sleep at seven in the evening and wake up at noon.Her sleep schedule was one that I'd gotten familiarised with ever since her birth.Since Diana and I only went to the cabin when it was very late at night, there was no way Leah could even catch us.Hell, she had to even suspect us of having something to do so.Plus, she couldn't exactly reach the cabin without a car,

Benjamin’s POV We had barely entered my room when I claimed Diana's lips in a wild, hurried kiss, my hands moving from the smooth silkiness of her arms to hook her waist.Moaning into my mouth, Diana dug into my pants, feeling my hard cock while I interspersed my tongue with hers.“Do you like what you feel?” I grunted against her lips.Nodding, she replied between kisses, “Yes, daddy. I do.”I could still taste the strawberry milkshake she'd had earlier, and doing so only heightened my arousal to the greatest peak.Wordlessly, I helped her out of my coat, then her shirt before sliding my hands into her mini skirt and cupping her firm, round ass cheeks.Fuck, I could never get tired of holding the succulent fleshy skin.Not even if I was paid to pretend like I was.To me, Diana was coke and I was an elite in the Victorian era, completely addicted, with guiltless comfort.Right there and then, I decided I was moving to New York.My director in Canada, was a trustworthy man and with Ma

Benjamin’s POV “Right, I almost forgot,” Leah muttered, as Matilda placed a bowl of fruit salad on the dining table, “Mum called yesterday. Did she call you?”“No, but she texted,” I replied, my gaze automatically averting to Diana, whose face was now ladden with an indecipherable countenance.Earlier, she'd been all smiles as she and Leah conversed, so I really couldn't place a finger on why and how her mood had changed so quickly.“Okay, that's good,” Leah replied, before scooping some of the fruit salad into a bowl.Throughout the entirety of lunch, Diana ate quietly, her gaze fixated on her plate.She didn't even steal a glance at me like she usually did whenever she thought I wasn't looking.Now I knew just how crazy love could be.Diana was the first and only woman I'd ever fallen for in my nearly four decades of existence, and seeing the person I loved looking somewhat dull, greatly unnerved me.I was never in love with Violet, even though I'd tried to convince myself otherwis

Benjamin’s POV As I headed out of the bathroom after taking a shower, the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand wafted into my ears.Raking my fingers through my slightly damp hair, I picked up the device.Checking the caller ID, I saw that Matt was calling, so I answered.“Good day, sir,” He greeted, as I trekked into the walk-in closet in search of my outfit of the day.I decided against combing through the wide room, settling instead on the pair of beige pants and white shortsleeve dress shirt that I'd seen upfront.“Good day, Matt,” I replied, “What's up?”“Blanchett group has decided to accept your purchase offer. Congratulations, sir,” He divulged, and immediately, my lips cracked open with a smile.“Really? That's great. Thank you.” I replied, “I want us to move fast with the operations there. Since I'm yet to recruit staff over there, some of the staff in the headquarters would have to move there for a while.”“Should I send that to them as a broadcast mail, sir?” Mat

Benjamin’s POV “Watch out,” Kelvin announced before shooting the ball with his bat at a speed so precise, I nearly missed it.“That wasn't bad at all,” I commended him, as I tapped the ball on the tennis table, “You have really improved old man.”Kelvin and I were outside playing table tennis under the mild afternoon sun.“Thank you, Mr Gonzalez,” He beamed, wiping off the beads of perspiration on his forehead with the dorsal side of his hand, “Could we take a break? I have something to tell you.”“I hope it isn't life threatening or anything like that,” I said, placing my tennis bat on the table.Doing the same thing, Kelvin shook his head in negation, “No, sir.”“Alright then.” I replied, before we went into the balcony and took our seats.“Today is mine and Matilda's marriage anniversary, sir,” He divulged, a smile creasing the corners of his mouth, “I can't believe it's been forty years already.”“Congratulations, Kelvin. Why didn't you tell me this earlier? I could have given yo