All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Lia's POVI knew it was him and not his twin brother because of the way he moved — calm, controlled, and slightly cold. Callum had a more relaxed and playful energy, but this man looked like he rarely smiled unless he had a good reason to.I turned to Joella, confused by how strongly she was reacting.“Do you know him?” I asked.Her eyes widened just a little, and she answered too quickly.“No,” she said. “I don’t know him.”Her answer felt off. It was too fast and too sharp. I frowned, about to ask her again, when she suddenly straightened up and took a small step back.“I need to use the restroom,” she said, already turning away. “I’ll be right back.”Before I could say anything else, she walked off quickly, disappearing into the crowd. I watched her go, my confusion growing. Why was she acting so strange? And why did she lie about not knowing Cavern? It was obvious she had recognized him the moment she saw him. The look on her face had been too strong to be anything else.I didn’t

Lia's POVIt was huge — easily the largest piece in the entire gallery. The background was filled with soft, flowing colors that blended into each other — deep reds, warm golds, gentle creams, and soft touches of blue. In the center stood a woman in a flowing white dress. She was turned slightly to the side, but her face was clearly visible. Her expression was calm, almost peaceful, but there was quiet strength in her eyes.It took me a moment to truly understand what I was looking at.The woman had my face.My breath caught in my throat.The longer I stared, the more certain I became. The shape of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell over one shoulder — it was me. Dante had painted me.He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear.“I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been thr

Lia's POVOne moment his body had been warm and solid against mine, the steady rhythm of his breathing brushing my shoulder. The next, every muscle in him locked up tight. I turned my head to look at him and my stomach dropped hard. His face had drained of color so fast it was like someone had pulled a plug. His cheeks looked gray under the golden gallery lights. His eyes were wide, locked on Lola, and his lips parted slightly like he couldn’t pull in enough air. The confident man who had been holding me on the dance floor just minutes ago was gone. In his place was someone frozen, like the ground had cracked open beneath his feet.He asked her in a low voice, rough and edged with something I’d never heard from him before. “What are you talking about, Lola?”Lola’s fingers tightened visibly around the little boy’s small hand. I saw her throat work as she swallowed. The boy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he looked up at Dante w

Lia's POVShe paused, swallowing hard. Her eyes were glassy.“The test came back saying Rob was the father. He agreed to take care of the child. He said he would provide for him, that he didn’t want any kind of scandal attached to the family name. So I let him. I stayed quiet. I thought it was for the best… for everyone.”The room felt very still. I could hear the faint, constant hum of the city far below the tall windows and the soft, steady tick of the clock on the far wall. Dante’s hands had gone tense in mine again, his grip almost too tight.He looked straight at Lola, his voice low and controlled, though I could feel the storm raging underneath it in the tight set of his shoulders and the way his fingers gripped mine a little too hard.“So what changed?”Lola’s face crumpled. Her eyes filled with tears so fast they spilled over before she could blink them away. Her voice cracked when she

Lia's POVI tightened my grip on Dante’s hand as we stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut behind us, sealing us in the small, quiet space. Dante was mine. Just as much as I was his. Lola had her chance to love him once, and she destroyed it when she chose his brother instead. Whatever she was feeling now didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t going to let her take anything from us.Not after everything we had already been through together.The elevator began its smooth descent. Dante didn’t let go of my hand. Instead, he brought it up to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against my knuckles. His voice was low when he finally spoke.“Thank you for staying with me tonight,” he said. “I know this was a lot.”I looked up at him. The soft elevator light caught the tired lines around his eyes, but there was still that same warmth when he looked at me.“I’m not going anywhere,” I told him. “Not tonight. Not ever.”He nodded once, then pulled me closer until my side was pressed against