All Chapters of His Dad Calls Me Baby: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alexander Knight was not the only one lying awake that night.10:00 p.m.Under the same dark sky, the neon lights of Nebula Club dazzled the eyes.Ethan Knight leaned back against the booth, twirling a lighter in his hand, listening to Winnie Carter sing a sappy love song.Wes Brooks suddenly held his phone right under Ethan Knight's nose."Fuck! Lisa White is ordering male escorts at LOST!""Ethan, your girl is really letting loose tonight!"In the photo, my finger rested lightly on a male escort's hand, the lighting dim and ambiguous.Immediately, the guys around them began to hoot and jeer."Ethan, do you think she's doing this to piss you off?"Ethan Knight's fingers froze on the lighter, the flame flickering up and casting a dark, menacing glint in his eyes.His heart felt as if it had been squeezed in a vice, a dull, throbbing pain spreading through his chest."Hmph."A short, cold laugh rumbled in his throat. He

The situation was slipping sideways, and I knew when to fold. "Okay, okay! I give up!" "Mr. Knight, I was wrong." My voice was muffled against his thigh—soft, yielding, laced with surrender. Like a cat finally caving, I nuzzled faintly against his palm. "Next time I'll be gentler?" Alexander let out a low, dark chuckle. His eyes were storm clouds. Little liar. All that talk about being scared, and every move of mine was pure provocation. "You apologize fast enough." "Too bad you're still just as stubborn underneath." His hands clamped down on my shoulders, yanking me roughly from the intimate space between his legs. There was nothing gentle about the movement—just raw, frustrated energy. I stumbled forward into his chest, wrapped up in the clean, sharp scent of sandalwood. One arm locked around my waist, pinning me in place as his other hand shoved the car door open. "Out." The single word fanned hot against my ear. Trapped against him, my position was awkward, intima

Alexander Knight glanced down at the message on his screen, and after a beat, his lips pulled into a slow, deliberate smile.The faint, hollow ache of being ignored these past few days—lurking deep in his eyes—softened, brushed away by the bait I'd actively dangled in front of him.He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he looked up at Jasper, his tone as cool and detached as ever."Cancel tonight's engagement."Jasper nodded slightly, adjusting the schedule on his tablet swiftly and silently.It wasn't the first time the boss had canceled an important meeting, but canceling one for a private message? That was a first.Alexander's finger hovered over the screen for half a second, then he typed out a reply—short and blunt, just like always.[What is it?]Three seconds after he sent it, a reply popped up instantly.[It's time I repaid you for Pine Retreat Villa. Let me treat you to dinner, Mr. Knight.][Will you come?]

"Mr. Knight?"Winston Carter was clearly surprised. He gave a polite nod, his voice gentle and courteous.The Carters were old money, the kind whose legacy was synonymous with academic prestige—a far cry from the flashy, nouveau riche Whites.Winston Carter was a renowned scholar.Sophia Carter came from an old-money lineage. Every gesture spoke of generational breeding.While not close with the Knight family, they moved in the same circles and moved through the same charity galas and opera openings."What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here," Winston said immediately, extending his hand. His demeanor was humble and polite, carrying the refined dignity unique to scholarly families."Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter."Alexander Knight shook Winston Carter's hand briefly. His manner was aloof yet impeccably proper.Sophia Carter offered Alexander a perfectly composed smile."Does Mr. Knight also enjoy the vegetarian fare a

The evening air was cool as we stepped out of Cedar Manor.I let Alexander lead me, the breeze catching the loose strands of my hair. The lanterns hanging from the eaves cast a warm light that caught in my eyes."Mr. Knight, do you have a silver tongue or something?""It has a knack for finding where someone's pride is thinnest."He stopped and looked down at me. His grip on my wrist didn't loosen."Your mouth, Lisa, isn't exactly blunt either.""When you make a point, you go straight for the heart.""Just an amateur, trying to keep up."My tone was light, a little pleased with myself. My fingertip drew a faint, teasing line across his palm."I didn't bring my car. Can I get a ride?"I looked up at him. The streetlight caught in my eyes, and I knew he could see the calculation there.He didn't answer. Just raised a hand. The waiting driver pulled the car around.The black Phantom slid up to the curb."Get in."He