All Chapters of Daddy's Kitten: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The morning sun had long since surrendered to a soft, amber haze that lingered over the Miami mansion, casting a gentle glow across the polished wooden floor and the half‑drawn curtains. Vincent sat on the edge of the king‑size bed, his shoulders relaxed yet his posture attentive as he watched Katherine’s sleeping form. Her breaths were shallow, the rise and fall of her chest a slow, steady tide that seemed to pull the very air into a quiet rhythm. A thin sheen of sweat clung to her forehead, evidence of the exhaustion that had claimed her after the relentless days of travel.He reached out, his fingertips grazing the silken strands of her hair that fanned across the pillow. The touch was feather‑light at first, then grew firmer as he threaded his fingers through the dark waves. He pressed his thumb lightly against her temple, tracing small circles that seemed to coax a faint sigh from her lips. The gesture was both tender and possessive.“Hey,

The first light of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, painting the bedroom in a soft, washed‑out gold. Katherine lay still beneath the duvet, the faint scent of Vincent’s cologne still clinging to the pillow where his head had rested hours before. A quiet sigh escaped her as she turned onto her side, the cool sheets brushing against her skin. On the bedside table, a small square of cream colored paper caught her eye. She reached for it, fingers trembling slightly and unfolded the note Vincent had left for her.“Good morning, darling.I had to be at the office and I couldn’t wait till you woke up. I know you’re still catching up on sleep, so I didn’t want to wake you either. Eat something when you wake up and take care of yourself. I’ll be late tonight.-V.M.”A warm smile spread across her face, her eyes crinkle at the corners. She folded the note carefully, tucking it into the box she had separated

The next day dragged on endlessly for Katherine, a haze of nausea and fatigue that clung to her like a second skin. Vincent had been swallowed whole by his work demands, back-to-back meetings, urgent calls from the office that pulled him away from his phone from dawn until dusk. Texts were sporadic at best, a quick ‘Miss you, baby. Busy day ahead' in the morning, nothing more until the evening. Katherine tried to push through her own routine, but her body rebelled. Waves of queasiness rolled through her stomach at odd intervals, leaving her pale and clammy, her head pounding with a dull ache she couldn't shake. She attributed it to the jet lag from their Seychelles paradise or maybe something she ate, but deep down, a nagging uncertainty gnawed at her. “Why did everything smell so sharp, so overwhelming?”She spent the day curled up in her bed, sipping ginger tea that did little to settle her, staring at her phone willing it to ring, missing the heat

Steam billowed from the expansive glass-enclosed shower in the master bathroom, the air thick and humid as water pounded rhythmically against the slate tiles. Vincent had stripped Katherine bare with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, before peeling away his own clothes. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already thickening at the sight of her naked body, skin flushed from their earlier kisses. He stepped under the spray first, pulling her in with him, the hot water sluicing over their bodies like a lover's caress.Katherine pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening into tight peaks as rivulets traced paths down her curves. Vincent's hands roamed her back, cupping her ass cheeks and kneading the firm flesh, his mouth crashing down on hers in a devouring kiss. Tongues slid together, wet and insistent, her moans muffled as he backed her against the cool tile wall. His erection nudged her belly, growi

Katherine's hands trembled slightly as she scrolled through her contacts, the afternoon sun slanting through the living room windows and warming her bare legs. She was curled on the plush sectional sofa. She called Stacy's number, pressing the phone to her ear as it rang.Stacy picked up on the third ring, her voice bright and concerned. "Kat! Where the hell are you? College is dragging without your ass in class. You could have simply informed me about not showing up, then I could have bunked as well. The professor droned on about ethics today, total snooze. You okay?"Katherine drew her knees up to her chest. "Yeah, I'm... fine. Just skipped today. I needed a mental health day." She paused, biting her lip. "Stace, I decided. I… I’ll… I’ve decided I’ll tell Vincent about my pregnancy today. He will be back home early today. I’ve asked him to.”There was a beat of silence, then Stacy's excited squeal pierced the line. "