Todos los capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

The hotel smelled like money and lilies.I arrived two days before the rest of the wedding party, rolling my suitcase across the marble lobby while the receptionist smiled the practiced smile of someone who had already checked in three bridal parties that month.Sophie had insisted on the early arrival. “Someone has to make sure the suites are perfect,” she had said, which really meant she wanted her maid of honor on-site to handle the small disasters before they reached her.I didn’t mind. I liked the quiet before everything began.My room was on the eleventh floor — a corner suite with a view of the river and a bed large enough for three. I had just opened the balcony doors when I heard the knock.Roman stood in the hallway with his own suitcase and a look of mild surprise.“You’re early,” he said.“So are you.”He was the best man. Also the groom’s older brother. Thirty-six to my twenty-eight. I had met him twice before — once at Julian and Sophie’s engagement dinner, once at a bir

The rest of the wedding party arrived like weather.By late morning the quiet eleventh floor had filled with voices, rolling suitcases, and the bright, brittle energy of people determined to have a perfect week.Sophie threw her arms around me in the lobby and immediately began talking about seating charts.Julian clapped Roman on the shoulder with the easy affection of a younger brother who had never once wondered what it cost the older one to be reliable.I watched Roman absorb it — the jokes, the logistics, the way everyone assumed he would simply handle whatever needed handling — and felt something twist low in my stomach.We were rarely alone after that.The rehearsal lunch took up most of the afternoon. I sat between Sophie and the bride’s cousin while Roman sat at the other end of the long table, listening more than he spoke. Every so often his eyes found mine across the glassware and centerpieces.The contact never lasted longer than a second, but each one landed with the weig

The next two days folded in on themselves.We became careful in public and reckless in the narrow windows when no one was looking. A shared elevator that stopped between floors long enough for Roman to press me against the mirrored wall and kiss me until the panel chimed.A corridor outside the banquet kitchen where he pulled me through a service door and fucked me standing up with one hand over my mouth while the catering staff moved past on the other side of the wall.Late nights after the others had gone to bed, when I crossed the hall in a hotel robe and left it on his floor.Each time felt more urgent than the last. The wedding was no longer an abstract deadline. It was a door swinging shut.On the afternoon before the ceremony I found him alone in the small library off the main lobby, reviewing the order of speeches. The rest of the party was at the final fitting. Roman looked up when I closed the door behind me.For a second neither of us moved. Then he set the papers down, cro

Thursday arrived with a low sky and the kind of rain that made the city look freshly sealed.I used the new keycard credentials and rode the private elevator alone. The doors opened directly into the foyer. No knock required. The apartment was quiet in the particular way of spaces that had been occupied recently but not shared.Somewhere deeper in the rooms a speaker played low instrumental music — strings, nothing with words.Adrian appeared from the direction of the study, sleeves rolled, glasses on. He removed them when he saw me, as if the glasses belonged to a different version of the morning.“You’re early,” he said.“The rain made the streets faster than usual.”He glanced toward the glass wall where the weather moved in sheets. “Coffee’s fresh. Unless you prefer to start measuring immediately.”“Coffee is fine.”I followed him into the kitchen. The machine was already working. He poured two cups without asking how I took mine and set one in front of me on the island. Our finge

Nadia returned on Tuesday at 6:40 p.m. with the bright, efficient energy of someone who had spent four days talking about other people’s art.I was not in the apartment when she arrived. Adrian had texted a single line at noon — She’s on the earlier flight. Site visit Thursday instead — and I had stayed away. The professional schedule absorbed the change without comment.Contractors were due to begin the northern corridor the following week. Samples needed final approval. There were emails to answer and drawings to revise. All of it was real work. All of it also served as cover.Thursday came with the first real test of the new math.I arrived at ten, keycard in hand, prepared to find both of them home. Instead only Nadia opened the door, dressed in gallery black, phone already at her ear.She smiled with the distant warmth of someone whose attention was required elsewhere and waved me inside while finishing her call. Adrian was visible in the study upstairs, back partially turned, sp