《Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

RavenHe comes out almost immediately after me.I hear the terrace door open and I don’t turn around. I keep my eyes on the city below and my hands wrapped around my cold coffee and I wait for him to scold me.“We need to talk.”God, his voice. I’ve heard him speak many times and since I became aware of my body, aware of him, his voice always does something to me.How many times have I imagined Roman grunting my name while he tears me apart with his thick cock?He comes to stand beside me at the railing and for a moment neither of us says anything. The city is loud below us and up here it is just the wind and the two of us.“Raven…”I cut him off before he could finish. “I’m not going to apologize to her.” My voice is more defensive than I meant it to be but I can’t help it. Everything about this man puts me on edge. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”He takes a deep breath like he is trying to control himself from snapping. “I booked your flight and then cancelled it. Now I’m starting to

Raven“I can wear whatever I want.”I say it before he can open his mouth again and I watch something move through his eyes that makes my stomach flip.Roman sets his pen down on the desk. Slowly. The way a man does when he is deciding how much patience he has left.“Excuse me.”“You heard me.” I lift my chin. “I am twenty-two years old. I got dressed this morning the same way I get dressed every morning and I do not need your approval to do it.”He looks at me for a long moment. His gaze travels down my body and back up and the trail it leaves feels like a lit match dragged across my skin. My thighs press together on instinct and I pray he does not notice.He notices.“You walked into my office,” he says, very quietly, “in a dress that barely qualifies as one. In front of men who work for me.”“Men who did not look at me.”“They fucking looked.” The certainty in his voice does something to me—the possessiveness underneath it. My pulse climbs and I tell myself it is irritation.It is

RomanWhen I kissed Raven, I called it a moment of weakness and almost felt guilty about it until I almost fucked her on my desk and I stopped lying to myself about what this is.I’m a terrible person because tell me why I should not get the thoughts of ruining Erica’s daughter out of my head.If she could see how filthy my mind gets whenever Raven crosses it, she’d be turning in her grave. But I can’t control what I feel… just like I can’t control what my cock does every damn time.I am hardly paying attention to Vivienne who has been droning on about wedding plans and arrangements for more than forty minutes and it’s beginning to irritate me.Her voice sharpens suddenly as she shifts her attention to her phone. “What do you mean it’s not ready?” she snaps into the speaker. “I ordered that dress three weeks ago. Three weeks! I don’t care about customs delays or shipping complications. I paid you a premium to have my wedding dress delivered from Dubai for fitting and you’re telling me

Raven Roman is still on the call when he walks back toward the house. His voice is low and clipped, the tone he uses when something actually needs his attention. I watch him move and try not to feel like I’m disappearing. Then he pauses at the sliding door and turns back to look at me. “I have a meeting.” His eyes drop to the water briefly, then back to my face. “Don’t stay in too long. You know what happens.” He doesn’t wait for a response. The door slides shut behind him and he’s gone. I stare at the space where he was standing. I know what happens when I stay in the water for too long. Every summer growing up he would set a timer on his watch without me ever seeing him do it. Twenty minutes and then his voice would appear from nowhere. ‘Out of the pool, little one. Twenty minutes is enough.’ I never listened. I always stayed longer. And I always woke up the next morning with a stuffed nose and a scratchy throat and Roman sitting on the edge of my bed with tea I didn’t ask for

RavenI look up to find a guy standing next to my booth. He’s tall with bright blue hair styled in that messy, deliberately careless way. Tattoos cover both his arms. He’s flanked by two other guys who are clearly with him.“Something like that,” I say, not really in the mood for conversation.“I’m Jared. Friends call me Jay.” He slides into the booth next to me without invitation. Too close. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone. A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be drinking by herself.”“I’m not alone. My friends just stepped away.”“Well, they’re not here now, are they?” His smile is all teeth. “Can I order you another drink? I can see you’re running low.”I glance at my empty glass and then back at him. “Thanks, but I’m fine. I don’t need more. And if I do, I’m sure I can afford one myself.”He looks back at his friends and barks out a laugh. “She said no. She said no to me.” He turns back to me with something harder in his eyes. “When I want something, I get it