All Chapters of Daddy’s Little Secret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Nickolai's POV I felt bad. I had avoided certain things today because I was still carrying guilt over everything that had happened. I wanted Damian. I wanted to be with him more than anything. But I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about the divorce that had finally been finalized. As I parked the car in the driveway leading to the penthouse—the place that had always felt like home—I realized just how much I had missed it. Before everything fell apart, it had been my sanctuary. My ex-wife had abandoned Derek as though he had never deserved anything from either of us. The way she looked at him... The way she complained about everything he did, forgetting he was only a baby. The way she would leave the house without him just to "find her peace," as she always put it. I knew I couldn't fight that battle alone. I had booked countless vacations, retreats, and therapy sessions for her, hoping she would finally have a safe place to express whatever she was feeling. But every

Damian’s POV “Who am I speaking with?” My screen lit up even in the dark room. I could tell it wasn't my alarm but a call from an unknown number. I picked it up. This wasn't something that happened very often. “Aren't you coming to work?” The voice I would always recognize laughed loudly over the phone. I moved it away from my ear. “You're disturbing my sleep,” I grumbled. “Bitch? Be for real,” Bruce laughed loudly. My foster brother, Bruce, wasn't going to be angry at me for not replying to his countless messages because all he ever did was send me random pictures of himself and his boyfriend while they traveled. He screamed into the phone. “Be here soon. Or else...” Then he hung up. The audacity of this man to threaten me this early. I grumbled as I got out of bed. I hadn't realized my alarm had gone off countless times while I lay there doing nothing. I had sent Nickolai a text, and he hadn't responded. As I picked up my towel, I checked the message again only to see th

Damian’s POV The moment I walked into the office Nikolai opened his arm for a warm embrace and I broke down into it. He understood me more than anybody and I was definitely grateful for that. We talked and ate thinking about how we felt concerning the whole situation. By this time, we were already seated on the sofa and talking. His heat engulfed my body as he sat down beside me. I wanted him more than ever. I locked my lips into him slowly at first, then my hands raked through the hair then to the back of my head. I pulled him closer and sucked on his tongue. He removed his mouth and sucked on my neck deeply as I trailed my fingers down his clothes as I carefully removed the button to his shirt and slowly massaged his already hard and strained dick. He pulled away and begin to unbutton his pants as I did the same walking up to the door to bolt it because of my assistant. We were both left in our boxer briefs we both grinded each other. Our cocks inside our boxers, the ma

Nickolai’s POVGod, I loved the way I felt.Ever since I had been spending time with Damian, I had felt safer than I ever had before.The way he made me feel safe... even at times when I hardly expected him to do anything, he still managed to show up with his texts, and I couldn't have been more grateful.I made my way to the casino, a place I hadn't been to in a very long time. I had to make sure there was really nobody who could make things a big deal.I walked into the casino. It had been a long time since I had played mind games.This was something I rarely did. It was something that drained people's happiness. I wasn't really a good person, but when it came to other people's money, it was something I never took for granted.I sat down at one of the chairs. The men stopped what they were doing and turned to face me. Some looked surprised, while others looked amused. I usually came here whenever I was feeling too good.One of them whispered, "Who do we have here?"Each man had a la

Nickolai’s POV “...She is your ex-wife?...” Damian’s words kept circulating in my mind as I wondered why I had behaved that way towards him. He didn’t deserve it. I had behaved badly towards him. My temples throbbed as I rubbed them the moment I stepped into the mansion. My maid looked at me. “Let me get you some ginger tea.” Before I could protest, she added, “It helps.” I gave up trying to argue with her and walked into my room. As I turned from one side of my bed to the other, I couldn't stop thinking about how my ex-wife had seen me and how she was going to judge me. Then the maid knocked on the door and came in. She placed the tea on the table and turned to leave. “I need your opinion.” I was slowly going crazy. I couldn’t believe I was still thinking about it. She sat down on the couch beside the bed. She raised her brows, waiting for me to say something. “I went out with a friend today.” “A friend?” she asked, as though she already knew he was more than just a fr