บททั้งหมดของ Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

TWENTY TWO: HellevatorSERAPHINAWe were stuck.The realization sank in painfully slowly and the light flickered off completely which wasn’t a problem. We see well in the dark. But some of us didn’t breathe well in dark, confined places with men whose faces they’d masturbated to almost every night for four years.Sick and twisted. I know.There was no intercom to make a call, so Damien fished out his phone from his pocket and called someone. A couple of okay and get it done passes before he disconnected and thrust it back in his pocket.“Thirty minutes,” He said casually, leaning against the wall with his hands to his back, his muscles flexing. “Or less. That’s what they said.”I nodded, sliding from the wall of the small space to the ground. I sat and hugged my knees, looking up at Damien, then away.“Where were we going?”“You were going home.”“No.” I shook my head. “You were going to tell me how you met my father. How you know him and what Rael Reeves knows about his death.”There

SERAPHINAI am not crazy, I swear. Before I could start to explain why Marcus was on the floor, contrary to what they had seen, Vivienne crossed in front of me and smacked me across my face.My head shot sideways, rage burning beneath my skin. I stood still, blinking away the tears that were a result of too much anger but appeared like it was due to Vivienne’s weak slap.“You are sick,” she spat, her eyes bulging with anger. “There’s something wrong with you. You are sick, Sera!”I looked past her before I did something else that would have landed me in trouble, my eyes falling on Damien, whose frame came closer and closer until he slipped past me to help Marcus up wordlessly.“I am not lying,” I said, but I could barely recognize my own voice. Nothing was convincing about the way I’d spoken. “Marcus can stand. He’s faking it to make me look bad.”Vivienne shoved me. “Not everything is about you! You already got back at him for the wedding. You’re the reason the man I love can’t walk.

TWENTY FIVE: Temptation in a dress DAMIENWhat was she doing here?I stood at the doorway, eyes searching hers. She cradled a bottle of whiskey like it was a newborn then slammed it into my chest. And from the way she tilted, it was damn obvious that she’d been drinking.“Let me come in.” Hell no.“Please.”Her slim frame filled the doorway like a storm front moving in—unavoidable, and electric. The scent of her hit hard, a mix of jasmine and something sweeter. My body didn’t react righteously to that.My fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey I was nursing and the amber liquid sloshed dangerously close to the rim.“What do you want?” I forced my eyes to stay up, keeping my tone as stern as possible. She wasn’t wearing much. Just a thin slip of silk that clung to her like a second skin, the pale fabric doing nothing to hide the way her nipples had gone hard, pressing against the material in two tight points. Fuck.Her hair, that endless black river, was a complete mess, tan

SERAPHINAI try not to show how sick I feel watching Clarissa lean her head against his shoulder like that. The guard that Damien had sent to find Agnes found me first, hence me running the errand for her because she was quite busy and shaken up frankly after the news.Ressler was a close friend of hers. Everyone in the pack was on high alert for scents or anything that seemed out of place. But for me, what seemed out of place was the closeness between these two.I fell asleep next to him yesterday after we…We didn’t go all the way. I remember getting off fast and hard, then passing out. I managed to sneak away before the rogue attack happened, hoping that when I saw Damien again, we could talk about it without the tension in the room needing to be sliced with a sword.I wore a dull expression, trying to mask the discomfort in my chest. Clarissa didn’t budge until Damien did, noticing my expression. His eyes swept over me, lingering for a second longer. I couldn’t deny how absent he

SERAPHINAFuck. Fuck. Fuck. No. No. My mouth turned sour immediately and Damien's lust-hazed eyes cleared up. I held my breath as the door dangled open because I hadn’t heard the knob.Neither of us had.But I mean, it wasn’t a big deal at all. It could have been the wind.That was stupid. What wind would find us here and miraculously open the door to a boardroom for fuck’s sake?My stomach did a little somersault. Damien’s hand slowly slipped from my waist and I felt the terrible cold plague me after, like he’d been the buffer between me and that emptiness. I saw the moment the fear crossed his eyes that someone could have seen us.I didn’t care.I mean, I cared, but it wasn’t enough to pull back or go dry or stop wanting him. I cared about his dick more and his urgent lips and the authoritative voice he used to order me around.My cunt throbbed hard and I released more liquid. God.I just wanted to fuck him like my life depended on it and the moment he tucked himself back into hi