All Chapters of His Dad Calls Me Baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VIP Tea Lounge, Top Floor, Knight Art Center. Sandalwood incense hung thin in the air, mingling with the wispy steam curling off the teacups. Gerald Knight sat upright in the head seat. His gaunt fingers rested lightly on his carved ebony cane. His cloudy eyes peered through the curling tea mist, fixing on Alexander Knight as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Alexander walked with steady, measured steps. He took a seat across the tea table, all his sharp, outward edge smoothed away to leave only a calm as deep and still as a lake. His fingers rolled the sandalwood beads in his palm. His posture was relaxed yet respectful, not a hint of obsequiousness about him. "Grandfather." Gerald didn't answer. He poured a cup of tea slowly, deliberately, then slid it across the table to Alexander. The clear tea reflected the overhead lights, bright and unblinking. "That little show at the exhibition hall today made quite a stir." Gerald

I hooked my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet my lips. My mouth crushed against his cool, thin lips, pressing hard.My tongue forced its way between his teeth, the kiss sweet and warm, claiming every inch of him.Alexander's breath caught in his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed violently.A low, guttural groan escaped him.Instinct took over before reason. His large palm clamped down hard on the small of my back, pressing me flush against his chest. The silk of my dress slid against him, slick as a snake shedding its skin.His other hand slid up the high slit of my dress, cupping the soft flesh of my thigh.He flipped the script, his lips and tongue taking control, sucking and biting with urgent hunger.The clean, woody scent of his cologne tangled with my sweet, fruity perfume, igniting a wildfire that burned through our mouths.Our breaths mingled, hot and desperate, as the fire threatened to consume all sense.

Alexander Knight stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower.The room was pitch-black. He fumbled for the nightstand, only to find the cigarette pack empty, fingers brushing the smooth sandalwood beads strung on his wrist.Irritation coiled around his chest like a vine, wild and unruly.That damned restlessness inside him—it flared hotter the harder he tried to smother it.He cursed under his breath.Grabbing his phone, he punched in a number."Yeah?"Luke Cole's voice dripped with annoyance, background noise cutting out sharp—he'd clearly just bailed on some loud spot."Get over here. We're drinking."Alexander's voice was low, gravelly."The usual spot.""Dude, it's two in the morning!""Did you lose your damn mind?"Luke grumbled, but he caught the edge in Alexander's tone."Fine, I'm on my way!"Slow Sip Bar, top-floor private lounge.When Luke pushed the door open, the whiskey glas

The sky dimmed the second the car cleared the city limits.Rain came down out of nowhere—sparse at first, then a relentless sheet.The tires skidded against the slick mountain switchbacks.The slope grew steeper, fog thick enough to taste, coiling around the dark green forest.I gripped the steering wheel, my focus razor-sharp.By the time I reached Yunqi Ancient Temple, dusk had bled into full night.Four weathered clerical script characters were carved into the stone plaque, glistening wet under the rain.No clatter of burning incense, no tacky tourist traps.Just rain drumming on the treetops, and perfect, unbroken silence.This place only hosted a handful of high-powered elites or devout seekers looking for real solitude. On normal days, the monks were few and far between, and visitors even scarcer.I popped open my umbrella and stepped out, rain soaking my cuffs the second I hit the ground.The temple gate hung slight

I stepped forward, my gaze cutting through the group of pale-faced locals huddled in the courtyard."Who knows the Mopan Ridge roads best?"My voice cut through the chaos, sharp and unyielding.A swarthy, wiry middle-aged man looked up instinctively."I do! But the roads right now—"I didn’t let him finish, cutting him off clean."Pull up your payment QR code.""Huh?"The man froze, dumbfounded.A monk rushed forward, anxious."Miss Lisa, now isn’t the time for—""Do it!"My eyes blazed like knives, pinning the man in place.Intimidated, he fumbled for his phone, pulling up the code clumsily.I scanned it with mine.Beep!A crisp payment confirmation chime rang out.The man glanced at his screen, his pupils blowing wide."Ten... twenty thousand?!"His voice cracked, and he stared at me in disbelief.I pocketed my phone."Lead the way, and the money’s