All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~*JUNE*~What the fuck is wrong with my heart?Why can’t it stop beating so damn fast?Ever since I left Mr. Macaulay’s office, it’s been pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free.Each beat slams through my chest like a freight train barreling downhill, completely out of control, with no brakes and absolutely no signs of slowing the hell down.I swear to God, I’m starting to think I’m about to have a heart attack.Christ save me.I press my palms against my cheeks and nearly yank them away.They're burning.Actual heat radiates off my skin like I've been standing too close to a fire, and my heart is still trying to punch its way out of my chest.What the fuck is going on with my body?Maybe I should schedule a checkup or something because there has to be something wrong with me. This isn't normal. None of this is normal.And it's all because of Mr. Macaulay and the endless nonsense that comes out of his mouth.Somehow, every ridiculous thing he says worms its way under

~*JUNE*~Am I a terrible person?Probably.Because the second those words leave Andrew’s mouth, a laugh tries to burst out of me.I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep it trapped.My teeth sink into the soft flesh, and the sharp sting of pain is the only thing that stops the sound from escaping.A tiny, vicious part of me is having the time of its life right now.Serves him right.Serves him so perfectly, so completely, so beautifully right that I almost want to applaud.Karma truly is a bitch that exists.And judging by the look on Andrew's face, she didn't just show up.She marched right up to him and slapped him across his pathetic, cheating face with enough force to leave a handprint.Good.I'm glad Maddie left his worthless ass.I'm glad she used him and tossed him aside the same way he tossed me aside.Now he knows what it feels like to be second choice. To be the backup plan. To be nothing more than a placeholder. To be the person someone settles for while they'

~*JUNE*~So much for self-control.My brain has officially flatlined, and my instincts are running the entire show.It makes no sense—why the fuck is my pulse skyrocketing just because Mr. Macaulay is a few inches away?And, worst of all, I can’t seem to stop grabbing every tiny opportunity to look at him.My eyes keep drifting sideways, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his throat moves when he swallows, and the spread of his thighs in those expensive pants.I catch myself staring at his hand resting on his knee. Instantly, the memory of that same hand wrapped around his thick cock in my dream, stroking slowly and deliberately, burns into my mind.A blush creeps from my neck and rises in my cheeks.Despite the intense cold in the car, I feel the heat radiating off his body, and every single nerve ending in my skin is acutely aware of it.My thighs press together involuntarily as the slick heat between my legs grows wetter, more insistent.Fuck.Brain, I need you to cooperate

—•TRISTAN•—The bass from 049 Club pounds through the floor, a deep, relentless pulse that vibrates up my legs as I push open the door to the VIP booth.Inside, the air is thick with expensive champagne and too much cologne, while dim amber lights gleam off the rows of bottles lined across the tables like soldiers awaiting orders."Look at the man of the hour!" Jason's voice cuts through the music, loud and slurred.I spot him immediately at the far end of the booth, sprawled across the leather seat with a magnum of champagne clutched in one hand like a trophy.Sammie sits opposite him, wedged between two women with long legs and glittering dresses that barely cover their asses. One of them trails her fingers slowly down his chest, and he looks perfectly content with his current situation.I weave through the crowd and head towards their table, slipping past bodies swaying to the music.Jason pats the empty seat beside him, his hand smacking the leather with more force than necessary.

—•TRISTAN•—I open my mouth to answer—"She's the girl who's got your cousin having wet dreams and acting like a bloody sixteen-year-old with his first crush," Sammie chimes in.Jason whips around to face me, twisting on the leather seat. His eyes widen, and a grin of pure, unfiltered delight spreads across his face. "No fucking way.""Yes, fucking way," Sammie says, nodding solemnly as though he's delivering some profound truth.Jason grabs my shoulder and gives it a shake, his grip unsteady but full of enthusiasm. "Bloody hell. At least… now we know your cock still works."Sammie throws his head back and laughs, loud and sharp, and Jason immediately joins in.The two of them cackle like they've just heard the greatest joke ever told.Sammie leans forward, and the women draped against him move with him, their hands wandering over his shoulders and down his arms.It’s an eyesore, watching them trace the lines of his muscles as if claiming their territory."Seriously, mate," Sammie say