All Chapters of Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter Thirty-one

DAMIEN POVThe jet touches down at Key West International at 12:32 a.m., but the night is already ruined. The cold breeze hits me as soon as I step down the stairs, but it does nothing to calm the anger I feel.Marcus waits at the bottom of the stairs with the Escalade running. I slide into the back seat, slam the door, and pull out my phone.Three missed calls from the property manager—two from the security chief. I notice the sheriff hasn't returned my calls. I guess I'll have to go to his office and say hi. I ignore them all and dial the manager first.“Tell me it’s contained,” I say when he picks up.“It’s not, sir. The sheriff’s office just showed up with a warrant for additional inspections. They’re in the east wing right now. They say there’s evidence of structural tampering that needs ‘immediate review.’ The Commission’s already been notified. Permits are frozen until they clear it.”I close my eyes for a second and feel a headache coming. “How many?”“Six inspectors. Two from

Last Updated : 2026-03-07

Chapter Thirty-two

DAMIEN POV We pull up to the low brick building on Whitehead Street. The parking lot is nearly empty. A single cruiser sits under the glow of a streetlamp. Marcus parks in the shadows. I step out and walk straight to the side entrance. The night desk sergeant looks up, recognizes me, and suddenly finds his keyboard fascinating. He does not speak, just buzzes the door open.Sheriff Harlan Tate waits in his office at the end of the hall. The door is half open and light spills out from a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. I push the door wider and step inside without knocking.He sits behind a cluttered desk piled with files, a half-empty mug, and a framed photo of a teenage girl in a graduation cap. When he sees me, his face flushes red and he stands up suddenly spilling the coffee on the desk. He looks away quickly, eyes darting to the photo, then to the window, anywhere but my face.“Mr. Cross,” he says in a high-pitched voice “I was just about to call you.”

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Chapter Thirty-three

DAMIEN POVThe Commissioner's voice is calm and professional on the line, but I could tell she wasn't one to be trifled with. “Mr. Cross, I’m available tomorrow at 10 a.m. in my office at the Florida Gaming Control Commission headquarters in Tallahassee. I don't want to see any lawyers, and please don't insult me by sending in your assistants. We will discuss the Fontainebleau irregularities in person. If you’re not there, the file goes straight to the Attorney General’s office.”I force a smile. “I’ll be there, Commissioner Vasquez. 10 a.m. sharp. Looking forward to clearing up any misunderstandings.”She ends the call without another word.I stare at the dark screen. Tallahassee. A four-hour drive from Key West or a short one-hour flight. Either way, it is a power play. She wants me on her turf, in her time. Fine. I will play nicely tomorrow. Then I will make sure she understands who really runs things.“Get the pilots ready. We’re traveling again. Drive straight to the airport. I w

Last Updated : 2026-03-08

Chapter Thirty-four

DAMIEN POVI stare at her across the table. The grilled octopus is suddenly forgotten.Isabella stands there in a simple black dress that hugs her figure the way it always did. Her hair loose over one shoulder with that same knowing smile I haven't seen in years. The woman who once knew every dirty secret I had and was the only one who ever walked away alive.“Isabella,” I said in a flat voice. “What are you doing here?”She pulls out the chair opposite me and sits down, not caring to wait for an invitation. She leans forward and places her elbows on the table. It is like we are old friends catching up over drinks.“Damien,” she said with a small laugh. “You look tired. Is the casino business treating you rough these days?”I keep my face neutral and take a slow sip of wine. “Business is fine. What brings you back to Miami after all this time? You look as good as ever.”She shrugs lightly. “Just some family stuff. My uncle is pushing some new legislation. My father is dealing with th

Last Updated : 2026-03-09

Chapter Thirty-five

Damien POV Isabella tilts her head, that coy smile curving her lips as the ocean breeze tugs at her loose hair. “Come on, let’s go sit down properly. Standing here like this is no way to talk,” she says I shake my head. “No, Isabella. Tell me right here.”She completely ignores me and begins to tug me back towards the table. The familiar jasmine-and-spice scent of her perfume wraps around me. I open my mouth to protest, but I swallow my words and let her lead. The last thing I need is a scene in front of the entire waterfront restaurant. The leather chairs creak as we sit down once more.I lean forward and lock eyes with her. “What do you want, Isabella?” I asked again.Instead of answering, she raises a manicured hand and signals the server over “Two glasses of the Albariño, please. The same one he was drinking.”The server nods and slips away. I stay silent, staring her down. She meets my gaze with that same teasing smile, completely unbothered.When the fresh wine arrives, she l

Last Updated : 2026-03-10

Chapter Thirty-six

Damien POVThe penthouse is dark except for the city lights shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I step inside and the door clicks shut behind me. The woman Marcus sent is already here, waiting exactly like I ordered. She stands by the leather sectional in nothing but black lace panties, with long wavy auburn hair that cascades over her shoulders. She has full hips, a tiny waist, and heavy breasts that strain against the lace bra making the straps hold on for dear life, her nipples are already tight and dark from the cool air.She is beautiful.I do not speak to her, I just drop my jacket on the floor and walk straight to her. My cock is already half hard from the stress and the anger still boiling under my skin. Vasquez, Isabella being away from Leah and everything in between.The woman drops to her knees without being told. Good girl she has skill.Her fingers make work of my belt and zipper and in less than a minute my cock springs free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing

Last Updated : 2026-03-11

Chapter Thirty-seven

**Damien**My phone kept vibrating on the nightstand, the sound was sharp enough to pull me out of a deep sleep. I reached for it and the glowing screen displayed an incoming call from Commissioner Vasquez. That woke me up fast. It was just 7:12 a.m. Why the hell was she calling this early? That was unlike her. I really did sleep a little longer. The back-and-forth stress must be getting to me and even after taking the girl Marcus sent over last night thrusting into her while Leah’s face and breathy moans filled my head it hadn’t been enough. Hours later I’d still been stroking myself in the dark, chasing release to the same ghost of a woman.I answered on the second ring. “Damien Cross speaking.”“Mr. Cross, good morning,” she said in a crisp and professional voice. “I need you in my office in Tallahassee as soon as possible.”The call ended before I could say a word. She hung up on me without sharing details as always.I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The marb

Last Updated : 2026-03-11

Chapter Thirty-eight

Unknown POVRing ringThe phone vibrates on the polished walnut console inside the sedan. Outside, the humid air presses against the tinted windows, carrying the faint scent of salt and distant exhaust. I glance at the screen and a satisfied smile curves my lips when I see Vargas’s name. Today has been going well so far.I swipe to answer, my voice light and playful. “Hey Vargas,” I say cheerfully. “How have you been keeping our dear Mr. Cross busy? I hope you’re making his life sufficiently difficult.”There is a heavy pause and for a minute I thought the line went dead. I sense the hesitation immediately the way he draws in a breath too slowly, the slight pause before he speaks.“Sir…” Vargas’s voice is careful. “Sorry sir… I have bad news.”My smile freezes.“Damien Cross’s issue has been resolved. The investigation was closed this morning. Everything dropped.”I sit up straighter. “How? I made certain it would take weeks. I had fresh complaints flooding in every single day. Tell

Last Updated : 2026-03-12

Chapter Thirty-nine

Unknown POVThe gray sedan idles at the curb two blocks down in Little Havana. Miguel keeps the engine humming while I watch the two young women. Emily laughs at something Leah says, the sound carrying faintly on the humid evening air. Leah’s waitress apron is still knotted at her waist; a faint coffee stain darkens one corner. They turn the corner and start walking straight toward us, heading home. Their voices grow clearer with every step. “…he’s been so stressed lately,” Emily is saying, her tone worried. “Dad keeps telling me everything’s fine, but I can tell something’s wrong. He barely slept last night. I can’t wait for him to come back already. I miss him.” Leah adjusts the strap of her bag and gives a small laugh. “Aww, what a dad’s girl. It’s barely more than a week since your dad left and you literally FaceTime him every day yet you miss him. Men like your dad always think they can handle everything alone. You should make him talk to you. Or at least let me bring

Last Updated : 2026-03-12

Chapter Forty

Leah POVSoft morning light comes through the thin curtains. The house is still quiet.Mom came back late last night from her night shift at the hospital, so I moved as silently as possible, not wanting to wake her. She needs every minute of sleep she can get.I slip into the bathroom, close the door with barely a click behind me, and run a warm bath. The water smells faintly of the lavender soap Emily bought me last month. I sink in, letting the heat loosen the knots in my shoulders, then wash quickly and step out before the steam can fog the mirror too much. I dry off, wrap the towel around me, and tiptoe back to my room.I push Emily’s door open gently and whisper, “Em… wake up, it’s time.”She stirs, blinks at me sleepily, then sits up with a grin when she remembers. “Interview day! Okay, I’m up.”We keep our voices low as we move to my room. I pull out the cream blouse and black pencil skirt I laid out last night. Emily helps me button the blouse and smooth the skirt, then sits m

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