All Chapters of Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ROXETTEI was relieved. So relieved that for a moment, the world felt like it was tilting back into place. But I didn’t know where I was. The room had been dark, the air thick with damp and fear, and now everything was moving too fast. Chandler’s arms were around me — strong, steady, familiar — and he was carrying me out of that nightmare. My head rested against his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat, fast but controlled. It grounded me. I was safe. I was with him. But my body still trembled from everything that had just happened.He didn’t say much at first. He just held me tighter as he walked through the abandoned building, past his men who were still searching. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his jaw was set. He was angry. I knew that. But right now, all I could focus on was the fact that he was here. He had found me.When we reached his car, he opened the passenger door with one hand and carefully set me inside. My legs felt weak, like they might give out if I

ROXETTEThe car ride had left me drained, but Chandler’s arms around me in the driveway had started to stitch some of the broken pieces back together. After I told him everything — the images I had seen, the way Dahlia had been on top of him, the way my past with cheating men had made me doubt even when I wanted to believe him — he had held me tighter. His explanation about being drugged made sense. Logically, I understood. But my heart still carried a small, stubborn shadow of doubt, the kind that came from too many broken promises in my past. I didn’t say it out loud. Not tonight. Not when I was still shaking from the stalker’s hands on my body and the terror of being tied in that dark room.Chandler kissed the top of my head and whispered that we should go inside. “You need rest. A warm bath. Let me take care of you tonight.”I nodded against his chest, too tired to argue. He helped me out of the car, his arm steady around my waist as we walked toward the mansion. The night air fel

CHANDLERI didn’t move for a long time.Roxette was curled against my chest, her breathing slow and even in sleep. Her face was still slightly flushed from everything we had done, and her body was soft and warm against mine. One of her hands rested over my heart like she was anchoring herself even in unconsciousness. I could feel the faint stickiness of our mixed releases between her thighs, but I didn’t care. I just watched her.More than an hour passed like that.I traced the line of her spine with my fingertips, memorizing the feel of her skin. Every now and then she would make a small sound in her sleep — a soft sigh or a tiny whimper — and my arms would tighten around her automatically. The image of her tied to that chair in that dark basement kept flashing through my mind. The way she had been crying when I found her. The way she had clung to me like I was the only solid thing left in her world.And the stalker.That sick bastard had touched her. He had watched her. He had photo

CALVINI sat on the couch in my condo, the dim light from the city skyline bleeding through the half-open blinds. My mind was still racing from earlier. I couldn’t stop replaying it — the way Roxette had looked when she woke up tied to that chair. The fear in her eyes. The way her body had trembled when I touched her. The soft, broken way she had begged me to stop. It had been perfect. Better than I had imagined in all those months of watching her.Kidnapping her had been risky, but fuck, it had been worth it. The moment I hit her with the motorcycle and scooped her into my arms, something inside me had snapped into place. She had felt so light. So warm. So helpless. I had wanted to keep her right there in the van with me, but I knew better. I had to set the stage. I had to leave her in that basement with all those photos — proof of how long I had been obsessed with her. Proof that she had never really been safe from me. I wanted Chandler to see it too when he eventually found her. I

DIANAI couldn’t stop moaning.Every thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine. Calvin’s cock was hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over, and I couldn’t get enough. My nails dug into his back as he fucked me hard from above, his hips snapping forward with rough, punishing strokes. The couch creaked beneath us with every movement.“Calvin— fuck— yes— right there—” I gasped, my voice breaking on every other word. “God, you feel so good— don’t stop— please don’t stop—”He didn’t.If anything, he fucked me harder.His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he drove into me with deep, powerful thrusts. Each one knocked the breath out of me. I could feel every thick inch of him stretching me open, filling me completely. My pussy was soaked, making wet, obscene sounds every time he bottomed out inside me.I threw my head back against the cushions and cried out his name again.“Calvin— oh my god— you’re so deep— it feels so fucking good—”He leaned down and captured my mouth