Todos los capítulos de DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

The Breaking PointJace’s POVThe rain was relentless. It hammered against the office windows like it was trying to break in. By 8:30 PM, most people had already left, but I was stuck finishing the final client deck for a morning presentation. My phone buzzed.Alex: Still here? This report is murdering me. Rain’s too heavy to leave anyway.Jace: Same. Lobby in 10? We can wait it out together.Alex: Yeah.The building felt eerily quiet as I rode the elevator down. Maintenance had put up a sign earlier about “intermittent issues” after the last power flicker, but I ignored it. When the doors opened on Alex’s floor, he was already waiting, jacket slung over his arm, tie gone, sleeves rolled up. He looked exhausted and unfairly attractive.We stepped in together. The doors closed.“Long day?” I asked.“Endless.” He leaned against the wall. “You?”“Same. This rain isn’t helping.”The elevator started descending. We were halfway down when it jolted hard. The lights flickered, then steadied,

Chapter 14: Exploration BeginsJace’s POVThe drive to my apartment was thick with silence and anticipation. Rain still pattered against the windshield, but neither of us turned on the radio. Every stoplight felt endless. When I finally parked and killed the engine, Alex looked over at me, eyes dark.“You sure about this?” he asked quietly.“No,” I admitted, my voice rough. “But I want it anyway.”We barely made it through the front door before we were on each other again.The kiss started desperate, like in the car mouths crashing, hands gripping shirts. I kicked the door shut behind us and pushed him against it, tasting coffee and rain on his lips. Alex groaned low in his throat, fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me flush against him. We were both already hard, the evidence pressing through our slacks in a way that made my head spin.“Bedroom,” I managed between kisses, walking him backward down the short hallway.Clothes started coming off in the dim lamplight of my room. S

The Routine Cracks I stood at the airport terminal, watching Sarah wheel her suitcase toward security. She turned back one last time, offering a quick smile and a wave. “I’ll call you when I land,” she said. Our goodbye kiss was brief, almost mechanical the kind of kiss couples give after years together when the spark has dulled. I told her I loved her. She said it back. Then she was gone for two weeks. The drive home felt too quiet. Our apartment seemed bigger without her in it. I dropped my keys on the counter and poured myself a beer, sinking onto the couch. Sarah and I had been together for four years. She was sweet, supportive, and ambitious just like me. But lately, everything felt… routine. Our sex life especially. Quick missionary on weekends when we weren’t too tired, a blowjob here and there if she was in the mood. It had been months since we’d done anything exciting. I wasn’t unhappy exactly. Just… restless. Work became my escape. As a marketing executive, I threw myse

Late Nights & Tension The bar night with Mia left me restless. I barely slept, her words echoing in my head: “You deserve to have some fun while she’s gone.” Sarah’s voicemail was cheerful when I finally listened to it talking about her presentations and how much she missed our bed. I felt like shit replying with “Miss you too, babe. Work’s crazy here,” but the guilt didn’t stop my mind from drifting back to Mia. The next few days were pure torture at the office. The big campaign pitch was looming, so late nights became the norm. Mia and I were paired up to finalize the presentation deck. It was past 9 PM on Wednesday when the office had emptied out. Just the two of us in the dim conference room, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. Mia stretched in her chair, her blouse pulling tight across her chest. “God, Alex, if we nail this tomorrow, we deserve a raise. Or at least a vacation. You look tense. Everything okay at home?” I rubbed the back of my neck, a

Chapter 5:  First Betrayal The guilt followed me into the next day like a shadow. Sarah texted me a sweet good morning message with a heart emoji. I replied quickly, feeling like the worst boyfriend alive. But the memory of Mia’s lips on mine wouldn’t leave me alone. Work was tense. Every time she walked past my desk, the air crackled. That evening, the office cleared out again. Mia found me in the conference room, packing up my laptop. “Another late one?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe in a tight blouse and skirt. “Or are you finally going to stop pretending?” I looked at her, heart pounding. “Mia… last night was a mistake.” She stepped closer, voice low. “It didn’t feel like a mistake when you kissed me back. Come to my apartment, Alex. Just talk. No pressure. I live ten minutes from here.” I knew what would happen if I said yes. I said it anyway. “Alright. Just talk.” Her apartment was modern and cozy, with soft lighting and a big couch. She poured us wine, and