Todos los capítulos de Daddy's little Saint : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Chapter 3Scott's POV I never thought this day would come. The day I would be tangled in the sheets with Lila. I had imagined this so many times but this was nothing like I imagined. I was walking to get my lighter from my bedroom when I heard a moan from the bathroom. At first, I feared she was in pain but the moan came again. This time, louder. It wasn't from pain. It was from pleasure. I heard a gasp and then my name. My brows were raised and my penis leaped in my shorts. Lila was touching herself to the thought of me.I grabbed my boner and stroked it gently. Lila's breath became ragged. It seemed like she was about to cum but then she stopped instantly. I heard the water run. I wanted to walk away so she didn't see me there but my legs wouldn't move. The door pulled open and she was standing there in front of me. It all happend so fast. One minute, I was about to ask what she was doing and the next minute, she was beneath me begging me to fuck her. “Say please.” I tease

Chapter OneLucas’s POVA loud bang from downstairs had me jump up on my bed. “Now isn’t the best time for this, Andrew. It’s too early in the morning.” “I don’t give a bloody damn about whether or not it’s a goof time! I’m only asking you a question which deserves an answer! Why did you hide your money from me yesterday?” Oh, there they go again. I groaned and sat on the bed again. My father’s voice had always been the first thing I hear each morning. If he wasn’t arguing with his wife, my stepmother about the way food is served, he’s arguing about her money.I honestly didn’t understand why she hadn’t dumped his ass yet. I huffed and tried to sleep back, but I just wasn’t able to do that.Today is Saturday and I still can’t get some rest?! “Fucking hell.” I groaned and got out of bed, going to do my morning routine. I grudgingly made my way downstairs, hoping my father had gone out of the house with his problems. Fortunately for me, he wasn’t in sight.The sweet smell of Chick

Chapter ThreeLucas’s POVWhen I woke up to yellings from downstairs again, I thought nothing about it. But the moment everything clicked, including all that went down between Stella and I, and the words that proceeded from the mouth of my father, I was racing downstairs.“I know what I’m saying, your boobs aren’t as tender as that! You’ve been seeing someone surely.” He roared.I got to the last stair and I froze. My father held Stella against the wall, his hand on her neck as if he wanted to choke her. Something akin to tremor coursed through me, but my brain sparked—the kind of spark that only came with crazy situations. Red blinded my vision and my fists curled up.Before I knew it, I was running across the room and dragging my father back by the collar. “You’re going to fucking kill her!” I yelled, still holding onto his collar. He looked like he didn’t process the shock of me interfering that way, because he was docile in my hold at first. Then his eyes flashed with anger.“L

Chapter 2 Maya's POV He froze for a second. He exhaled. “What? You're scared of coming in for a little drink?”“You’re already drunk.” He chuckled. “Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “Come in for coffee or even water.”He stepped back and let his eyes trail my face. “Just a few minutes.”I scoffed softly. “Just a few minutes.”He looked around the house as we stepped in before settling on a sofa. I walked to the kitchen. “What would you like? Soda? Coffee? Tea?”“You.” He replied quickly.My breath hitched. I had wanted to tear that uniform off since the first minute we spoke but I had no idea that he felt the same way. I cleared my throat. He smiled knowing the effect he was having on me. “Tea would do.” He said. “Okay.”I brewed some tea and served him while I sat on the sofa opposite him. None of us spoke a word in the first minutes. We simply sneaked glances and smiled to ourselves. After a while, I kicked off my shoes because my feet had started to ache. “Need help with that?”

Chapter 4 Davis POV I could still smell her on me when I got home. There was a silly smile on my face that wouldn't fall off. I ran my hands across my face so I could smell her insides. I went to bed a happy man that night. I just hoped she would call. It had been two weeks since that day and she had not called. My best guess is that she got back with her boyfriend. It happened all the time. People didn't just move on from someone who had become a part and parcel of them for months. I was at a bar with my colleagues that Friday drinking cheap beer and watching hot girls in mini skirts. Someone walked past and my nose immediately caught the familiar scent. That was crazy because I had only seen this woman once yet my mind and body remembered her so well. I turned around but I couldn't find her anywhere near. I turned around to chip in on the conversation with my colleagues when I saw her. She was sitting across the bar. The light shone on her face highlighting her