All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MAYAThe morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Nicole’s guest room. I woke up slowly, my body heavy and sore in the most intimate places, but my heart felt even heavier. I was tangled in strong arms, my cheek pressed against a warm, bare chest. Tristan.He was already awake. I could tell by the way his fingers were gently tracing slow patterns along my spine. His heartbeat was steady under my ear, but I knew him well enough to sense the tension humming beneath his calm exterior. I tried to pull away slightly, but his arm tightened around me.“Don’t,” he whispered, voice rough from sleep and everything that had happened last night. “Just… stay here for a minute. Please.”I swallowed hard. Last night’s fight, the jealousy and the intense makeup in the most physical way- it all came rushing back. But right now, in the quiet morning light, he felt different. Softer and …. Almost too vulnerable.“Tristan… we need to talk,” I said quietly, my voice still hoarse.He shifted

MAYANicole’s eyes were glued to the TV screen, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. “What the actual fuck?” she breathed, grabbing the remote to turn up the volume. “Jax? Suicide attempt? Confessing his love for you on live fucking television? Maya, this is insane.”My stomach dropped like a stone. The news anchor continued speaking with dramatic urgency:“In a shocking video posted just hours ago, Jax Harrington, heir to the Harrington empire, is seen standing on the edge of a rooftop, tearfully confessing his undying love for Maya Desmond. He begged her publicly to reach out, stating she was the only one who could save him. Sources say he was pulled back safely, but the video has gone massively viral…”My phone started ringing almost immediately. Mom. Then Dad. Multiple calls back to back. I stared at the screen, frozen, until Tristan’s hand gently took the phone from me and answered on speaker.“ Alaric,” Tristan said, his voice calm but edged with steel. “We saw the news.”Dad’s

MAYAI pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, my lips swollen and tingling. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it in my throat. Tristan’s dark eyes were locked on mine, full of that dangerous hunger that always made my stomach flip.“Can we… just watch a movie together?” I whispered, voice shaky. “I don’t want to think about anything else right now. I just want to be with you.”He stared at my face for a long moment, his thumb gently brushing my bottom lip. Then a slow, soft smile spread across his lips- the kind that made him look almost human, almost gentle, even though I knew the darkness still lurked just beneath.“Whatever you want, baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “A movie sounds perfect.”He got up and browsed through the streaming apps on the TV. “What kind do you want? Action? Thriller? Or something soft?”“Romcom,” I said quietly, already changing into my soft silk shorts and a loose top. The fabric felt cool against my still-sensitive skin. I climbed int

TRISTANMidnight.The house was too quiet without her. I stepped out of the shower, water still dripping down my chest and abs and towel slung low around my hips. The steam followed me into the bedroom like a ghost. I ran a hand through my wet hair, staring at the empty bed where she should have been.Two days.Two fucking days since I last heard her voice, felt her skin and tasted her. Victoria had told Alaric that Maya didn’t want to check her phone. She needed space. Time to clear her head while I fixed the mess Jax had created.I respected that. I was trying to respect that.But God, it was killing me.I had spent the last forty-eight hours buried in damage control. Jax was still in the hospital, he was badly injured from his suicide attempt. My men had eyes on everything, but showing up there myself would only create a bigger scandal. So I worked from the shadows — paying off journalists, threatening the right people, pulling every string I had to bury the narrative that Maya wa

MAYAThe headlights cut through the quiet meadow like a knife. I tensed immediately, pulling back slightly from Jackson as a tall figure stepped out of the sleek black car, followed by another vehicle pulling up right behind it. Jackson’s face shifted from gentle concern to recognition, and a small, surprised smile tugged at his lips.The guy who stepped out was tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair and a confident swagger. He walked straight toward us and I gasped when he playfully punched Jackson in the shoulder.“You asshole,” he laughed. “You promised us a party tonight and here you are hiding in a damn field with a pretty girl? What the hell, man?”Jackson chuckled, rubbing his shoulder. “Liam, relax. It’s not what it looks like. Maya needed some air.”Soon, more people spilled out from the cars. There were three more guys and two girls, all laughing and talking loudly. They looked like they were already buzzing, dressed for a night out. One of the girls, a tall brunette