Crave Me, Daddy’s Good Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

VERONICA POV Jason freezes when he notices me, his icy blue eyes blown wide like a kid caught stealing. Moni doesn’t stop right away—she keeps riding him for one more second, hips rolling lazily, before she finally turns her head, annoyed, like I’ve interrupted her favorite scene. “Fuck,” he mutters, pushing Moni off him slowly. Moni scrambles across the bed, yanking a blanket over her naked body. She glances back at Jason, lips pursed in frustration. “Seriously, baby? I was so close to cumming…” “Why are you home so early?” I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing once before the words come out. “Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about?” “Oh please…” Moni drawls with a bored sigh, stretching like a cat. “Can we drop the pathetic acting already, babe?” She places a hand against her flat stomach, then smirks at me, eyes gleaming like she’s showing off a trophy. “Isn’t it the perfect time to let my beloved best friend know I’m pregnant?” The room tilt

VERONICA POV I was already at the welcome soirée, but whispers floated through the crowd that Jason’s adoptive father might not make it tonight. I didn’t know how true that was. I glance around, the black lace of my mask brushing my cheek as I turn. The room glows with quiet luxury: crystal chandeliers catching low light, faces half-hidden but wealth so obvious it doesn’t need to speak. Even in the expensive Zara dress Jason gave me, I knew they could tell I didn't belong here. “What are you doing here?” Moni’s voice sliced through the murmur. She stands unmasked, face exposed under the chandelier. “Who the fuck invited you?” I don’t answer, just stare past her, like she’s not even there. She steps closer, her eyes raking over me with pure disgust. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You don’t fit in this world—this luxurious world. You look so out of place.” Her gaze drops to my dress, and her lips curl. “Look at you. Trying so hard to be me. Same outfit, same damn c

XAVIER POV I hum against her skin, the vibration making her tremble, then release her with a wet pop only to kiss the valley between her breasts, dragging my tongue up the underside of one, then the other, messy and unhurried. I need more of her. I ease her back onto the sectional until she’s lying flat, dress rucked up around her hips. I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her legs, tossing them aside. She’s glistening already, swollen and slick, and the sight makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper. I settle between her thighs, spreading her wide with gentle but firm hands. “Look at you, princess… so fucking wet for me.” Then I dive in. My tongue flattens against her clit first—long, slow licks from her entrance up to the sensitive bud. She cries out, hips jerking. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently while two fingers slide inside her, curling deep, stroking that spot that makes her thighs shake around my head. She’s so wet I can h

VERONICA POV I spin back around so fast my skirt flares, my heart slamming against my ribs. Shit. How did this not dawn on me sooner? This is the bar Jason attends almost all the time. He comes here mostly on weekends. Now I’m unlucky enough to have him here on my literal first day. Wow. How pathetic. Behind me, one of his friends — Leo, I’m pretty sure — is laughing. “…so I was fucking her with a condom, right? She pulls it off, says she likes it raw. Now the bitch is pregnant and I’m not ready for that shit.” I roll my eyes. Classic Leo. Kiss-and-tell since high school. I can’t hide forever. This job is for Dad. They don’t get to make me feel small. I take a slow breath, square my shoulders, and walk to their table. I clear my throat. “Good day. What would you like to order?” Jason looks up. His eyes widen for half a second before his mouth curves into that familiar smirk. His friends burst out laughing. “Whoa— look who’s an errand girl now,” Jason drawls. “Mo

XAVIER POV I step out of one of my malls and i’m immediately greeted by the familiar gleam of the black Maybach waiting at the curb. Luca is behind the wheel — my driver for the last eight years — and Kade, my assistant, stands at the front passenger door exactly where he is supposed to be. He gives a slight bow. “Good morning, Mr. Xavier.” I return a single nod. Kade opens the rear door for me. I slide in, adjust my collar, and cross one leg over the other. A cup of matcha sits in the center console beside a neatly arranged folder with today’s briefing. Luca pulls away smoothly the second the door closes. As the car moves into traffic, I pick up the document and skim the first page, absentmindedly taking a sip of the matcha. The routine is automatic. “Where’s Jules?” I ask without looking up. Kade coughs lightly. “Sir Xavier, Jules received a call from your father this morning. There was a confusion with some documents submitted last week. He went to verify them.” I