Daddies Do It Better: Forbidden Desires Duet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ZeldaThree months later"Do you like it, baby girl?"I twirled around the spacious living room area, not caring if my skirt riding up revealed my butt. I smiled wide at Jake and clapped my hands excitedly, jumping up and down at the mere idea of it"Yes!" I told him. "I love it. I love it so much. It's absolutely perfect."This was the tenth house we’d come to see. And it was the first one that felt like home to me. I knew we’d found the right place the moment we stopped in front of the building and I got a look at the big, spacious yard, perfect for having kids and a dog running around and playing.It had only been three months since my mother’s death, but it felt like I’d lived a lifetime since then. Probably because I never felt like I’d lived much at all with her shadow still over me.I was back in school, working on my degree – though I’d switched my major to social work now – and there hadn’t been a day I hadn’t spent with Jake and loved every second of it. He was just as rough

Aria“I fucking love New York!” Faye whisper-shouts when we slip past the two burly bouncers of Hot N’ Bothered.We race into the club on our heels—I stole a pair of Louboutins from mommy dearest, and Faye has her sister’s pair of Pradas on—brushing past sweaty shoulders, loud drunks and couples grinding against one another.The place is dark and heavy with the sweet smell of sex, hormones and one-thousand different perfumes. The lights are dim, bluish and seductive. Everything feels right. I have a good feeling about tonight. Something feels different; it’s in the air, it’s in my bones, it’s everywhere.“My Boo” by Ghost Town DJ’s is blasting from every corner of the room, filling my ears and making me sway my ass from side to side. Tacky as hell but it’s a perfect tune to be dancing to when you wanna rub yourself against the length of a handsome stranger.Faye and I grin at each other knowingly before walking toward the bar at the center of the room, our heels clack-clacking on the

AriaI close the door behind me and scan his office, all brown leather and deep oak furniture. It looks like it was decorated by a caveman. Then again, Derek is a bit of a beast. One in a special-made suit, at least. His Irish accent is soft but his voice is threatening when he leans against his desk, his palms flat over the surface, still standing up.“You should be ashamed of yourself.”“Really? I wasn’t the one whose club was playing Ghost Town. You should fire the DJ and burn down his station before you hire someone else.”I swear this stupid shit just slips out from my mouth without even meaning to, and I think Derek is biting down a smile but I can’t know for sure, because believe it or not, I’ve never actually seen him smile. It’s a depressive thought, but luckily I have no time to dwell on it.He shakes his head. “Take a seat.”I take a seat on the chair next to his rich-wood desk, exhaling sharply.Then I fold my hands over my thighs and look down, playing my part as the chas

AriaIt’s been a week since the club incident, and in that time, I’ve made myself scarce and avoided Derek like the plague.He must not have mentioned it to my mom, because she hasn’t said a word about it. I doubt they talk very often, and I sometimes wonder why he even bothers living under the same roof with us. No one talks to anyone in this house. We’re three strangers who bump into each other in the hallway on occasions.What strikes me as odd is knowing that if Annabelle was privy to my weekend’s whereabouts, she wouldn’t have been mad, anyway. Hell, she’d have probably hi-fived my ass and wished me good luck.This, of course, doesn’t make the guilt swirling in my gut shrink, not even an inch. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to basically molest my step-dad? And why did he seem so into it? I’m blaming my lapse in judgment on the alcohol. The alcohol that he fed me.All week, I’ve been in a Derek-induced fog. Mom hasn’t noticed, but I don’t think she’d notice if her ass

Aria Another week ticks by, and this time, I’m extra careful not to bump into Derek. If the club incident was embarrassing, Masturbationgate—yes, it is so important, it’s got its own name now—is stage-five shitstorm. He caught me playing with myself while moaning his name. And he liked it. Or maybe he just thought it’d be fun to see his stupid step-daughter going over the edge with her ridiculous fantasies.Either way, by Saturday I’m actually starting to feel confident in the fact that I can just ignore him forever. I have my own life, which is filled with school, Faye, cheerleading and avoiding some tool named Shawn, who is hell-bent on getting me to go out with him. Too bad that will never happen.Even if I weren’t too busy obsessing over stepdaddy dearest, Shawn has been increasingly creepy. The more I turn him down, the more his pride takes a hit. And entitled boys like Shawn with district attorneys as their daddies, do not take rejection well.Ah, well, that’s just life. If I h