All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

RomanThe private study is designed for men to make deals that should never see the light of day.Gerald closes the door behind us. Locks it.Alexander Kingston sits in one of the wingback chairs and spreads out his legs like he owns everything. That predatory smile never leaves his face.I remain standing. Hands in my pockets to hide the fact they’re clenched into fists.“Gentlemen,” Gerald says, moving to the bar. “Can I get you anything?”“Scotch,” Kingston says. “Neat.”“Nothing,” I reply.Gerald pours two glasses anyway. Hands one to Kingston. Keeps one for himself.“I asked you both here because this territorial dispute has gone on long enough,” Gerald begins. “It’s bad for business. Bad for all of us. We need to resolve this.”“I agree,” Kingston says smoothly. He takes a sip of scotch. “Which is why Roman should start by telling me how he shot my son.”The accusation lands like a grenade.“I didn’t shoot your son,” I say evenly.“My boy is in a hospital bed. Paralyzed from the

RavenI couldn’t wait for breakfast to be over. There was somewhere I’d always wanted to go, but had never quite found the courage to visit.St. Mercy’s Hospital looms in front of me like a judgment.I’ve been standing on the sidewalk across the street for the past ten minutes. Just staring at the building. Trying to convince myself this is a good idea.It’s not.If Roman finds out I’m here, he’ll be furious.But I can’t stop thinking about that night. I can’t stop thinking of Jared.I need to know if he survived. If he’s okay. At least then maybe the nightmares will stop.If Anaya were here, she’d talk me out of this. Tell me it’s a terrible idea. Remind me to just let it go.But Anaya isn’t here.It’s just me. Standing across from a hospital and trying to decide if my conscience is worth the risk.I take a deep breath.Then I cross the street.The lobby is bright and sterile. Smells like antiseptic and floor polish. People move through with purpose, doctors in white coats, nurses in

RavenThe house is quiet when I finally make it home.Too quiet.I slip through the front door as carefully as I can. Lock it behind me. Kick off my shoes.Maybe everyone’s asleep. Maybe I can sneak upstairs and pretend this whole nightmare of a day never happened.Light spills from the kitchen.My stomach drops.I walk toward it slowly. Peer around the doorway.Roman stands at the counter. Cup of coffee in hand. He’s in a white-sleeve polo top that hugs his body and a pair of joggers. He looks exhausted.Roman stands at the counter, a cup of coffee hanging loosely in his hand.A white short-sleeved polo clings to his body, outlining hard muscle like it was designed just for him, paired with low-slung joggers that sit easily on his hips.But the usual sharpness in his eyes is not there.There’s a heaviness to him tonight—shoulders slightly slumped, jaw tight, eyes shadowed with exhaustion like he hasn’t slept in days.He glances up when I enter.“You’re home late,” he says. Voice neut

RavenI don’t want to be here at all.The idea of a movie night with this fucked up family sucks.But Roman won’t come upstairs to me. He won’t even give me a few minutes of his time and I’ve been dying to be with him.But good, if he won’t come to me, I’ll go to him and I’ll take what I want in front of everyone knowing he won’t protest even if he wants to.The thought sits heavily in my chest as I walk into the cinema room. The lights are already low, the big screen casting flickering colors across the walls. Dave is taking up half the back row. Aria’s legs are stretched across two seats in front. And right in the middle sits Roman with Vivienne tucked against his side, her head on his shoulder like this is exactly where she belongs.My stomach twists, but I keep walking.The in-house cinema is a space for ten people, and with Aria and Dave taking up almost all the space, they made things easy for me, because now I have a reason to be close to Roman even if there's no more seating n

RomanJames pulls the car up to the office building. I should be thinking about my meetings this morning, but it’s last night that’s etched into my head.What the fuck was I thinking, having Raven on my lap and touching her in public as I did in that cinema?My behavior around her is not normal. It’s insane. Obsessive.My lack of self-control whenever she’s around me, and the way she begs me to fuck her, and I just do feels like something born from obsession.This needs to fucking stop. Touching her whenever she asks for it—it needs to stop. I have an empire to protect, and this risks everything.My thoughts are still spiraling when I see him.Alexander Kingston is standing in front of my building, with two men flanking him like bodyguards.Fucking bastard. What does he want?“Sir?” James looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Do you need me to do anything else for you this morning?”“No. You should go home. I want you to drive Raven wherever she’s going today.”“She doesn’t let me driv