All Chapters of Banged Three Daddies To Hurt My Ex: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

UNKNOWNHe watches her bedroom light go out from his position across the street. He's been here for two hours, watching her move through her penthouse, tracking her movements with practiced precision.He saw her read his note this afternoon, watched through the office window as the color drained from her face, then flooded back as a flush. She was aroused, not scared and not disgusted but aroused.The knowledge sends satisfaction and self-loathing through him in equal measure because this is stalking and there's no other word for it because left an explicit note on her desk and now he's sitting in his car watching her building. He's memorized her schedule, her routines, and her patterns.This is wrong.He knows it's wrong but he can't stop.It started as curiosity, then interest. Then something darker, and more consuming. An obsession he can't shake.He's watched her with the charming one—the one who makes her laugh, who brings her coffee, who kisses her like she's precious.He's watc

ARESI noticed it during the Thursday afternoon strategy meeting. The way Marco's entire body goes taut when Isabel walks into the conference room. The way his eyes track her movements as she sets down her portfolio, the subtle shift in his posture as if orienting himself toward her without meaning to. The possessive edge to his tone when he asks her about the contract revisions, sharper than necessary, like he’s testing her, claiming space.I've seen Marco interact with hundreds of women over the years. He's always professional, always controlled, always just distant enough to keep things uncomplicated but this is different because of that look because this is how I look at Isabel.The realization settles in my chest like a stone, heavy and undeniable.After the meeting ends, I wait. I watch Isabel gather her things, exchange a brief, polite smile with Marco that lingers half a second too long. I watch Harvey retreat to his office, already on a call. Only when the room empties do I m

ARESI leave the office early, the tension still clinging to me like something physical.I don't go home.Instead, I drive.No destination, no plan, just movement.The city blurs past—lights, traffic, and people moving through their lives like everything is simple, like choices don't carry consequences, like love is straightforward and uncomplicated. I envy them.My phone buzzes against the center console, and I glance down.Isabel.My chest tightens before I even read the message.Dinner tomorrow? I'm cooking.It's casual and easy. Like nothing is about to implode and tomorrow isn't going to change everything between us, like Marco and I aren't planning to sit her down and force her to choose.I pull over into a parking lot, unable to drive and process this at the same time.Because tomorrow, everything changes.Tomorrow, we force clarity where there's been nothing but beautiful, painful ambiguity.Tomorrow, she chooses and something in my chest tells me I'm not ready for that, not r

UNKNOWN He follows her to dinner with the charming one on Thursday night. The restaurant is Italian—upscale but not pretentious, the kind of place that values good food over Instagram moments.He arrives fifteen minutes before them, stakes out a position at the bar where he has a clear view of the dining room but remains largely unnoticed.He's good at this at blending in, at being forgettable when he needs to be. He is just another businessman in a suit, nursing a scotch, and checking his phone occasionally.When they arrive, he watches her face light up at something the charming one says. He watches the easy way they move together, the casual intimacy of his hand on her lower back as they're led to their table.The jealousy that floods through him is immediate and visceral.They sit at a corner table, close enough that he can see but far enough that he can't hear their conversation. Not that he needs to because their body language tells him everything.They laugh over pasta and win

CANDICEThe business meeting lasted exactly one hour. A Professional, productive and completely devoid of the chemistry I was hoping to create.All three men were polite, attentive to my presentation, and asked intelligent questions about Queens Enterprises' operational capabilities and not one of them looked at me the way I wanted them to.Ares was charming but distant. Marco was analytical and cold. Harvey barely spoke, just watched with those ice-blue eyes that made me feel like a specimen under glass.When the meeting ended, they thanked me for my time, promised to follow up with Isabel about next steps, and ushered me out with professional efficiency like I was just another executive. Just another meeting on their calendar, not a woman who'd spent two thousand dollars on a dress and four hours getting ready but I'm not giving up that easily.I did my research after the meeting and I found out that Ares has a routine, every morning at seven AM, he stops at Blue Bottle Coffee on Co