Semua Bab RIDE ME MORE, DADDY : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 4 The next morning, sunlight slipped through the half drawn blinds and painted soft golden stripes across the room. I woke up slowly, my body still heavy with the kind of restless sleep that comes after a night of overthinking. I stretched under the thin sheet, then glanced across the room. Olivia’s bed was empty and neatly made. She hadn’t come home last night. Part of me wondered where she’d gone, but another part felt relieved. Her cold stares and quiet hostility made the room feel smaller whenever she was around.My eyes drifted to Kate’s bed. She was still lying there, facing the wall, her curly hair splayed across the pillow like a dark halo. My heart did a little flip at the sight of her. Yesterday’s kiss impulsive, electric, and way too short had been playing on repeat in my head all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her lips felt, the little sound she made when I pulled away.I sat up, heart hammering. “Morning, Kate,” I said softly, offering her a small

Chapter 2 Late NightsThe next evening, I kept my word. I left the office a little early, picked up Thai food, and headed back to the loft. My mind kept replaying Jordan’s wink and that “It’s a date” line. He was just messing with me. Had to be.I opened the door and found him already deep into the work. The scaffold was up, music played low from his phone some indie rock with a heavy beat. Jordan had his shirt off again, back muscles flexing as he reached high with the brush. Paint streaks marked his arms.“Hey, you actually showed up with dinner,” Jordan called out without turning around. “Smells amazing. I’m starving. Rough day crushing souls in court?”I set the bags on the kitchen counter and loosened my tie. “Something like that. Client wanted changes at the last minute. What about you? How’s the mural coming?”Jordan climbed down, wiping sweat from his forehead. He grabbed two plates like he already knew where everything was. “It’s getting there. Come see. I added more red tod

Chapter 4 Surrender The weekend came at the perfect time. After the gallery and that alley kiss, things felt too big for the city. Jordan suggested the cabin his friend’s place upstate, quiet woods, no signal. I said yes before I could overthink it. We drove up Friday afternoon. I gripped the wheel while Jordan played music and talked nonstop. “Admit it, suit. You’ve never done a weekend like this,” Jordan said, feet up on the dash. “No emails. No suits. Just trees, food, and me. Scared yet?” I glanced over, smiling despite the nerves. “A little. What if I snore? Or you get bored without your paints?” Jordan laughed. “I brought sketchbooks. And you? You don’t snore. I bet you sleep like a lawyer perfectly controlled. We’ll fix that.” The cabin was small and cozy, wood everywhere, a big stone fireplace. We unpacked, then hiked a short trail as the sun set. Back at the cabin, we cooked pasta together, bumping hips in the tiny kitchen. “Stir slower,” Jordan teased, standing behi

Chapter 2The ride to Betty’s apartment felt like a blur of streetlights and tears. By the time the taxi dropped me off, my eyes were swollen and my throat raw from crying. I stood outside her door for a long moment, suitcase in hand, trying to gather the strength to knock.Finally, I raised my fist and tapped weakly.“Hold on! I’m coming!” Betty’s cheerful voice called from inside. A few seconds later, the door swung open.The smile on her face instantly melted into shock. “Oh my goodness, Sophia! What happened?!”I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks instead. I just stood there, shaking, unable to form a single coherent sentence.Betty didn’t wait for an explanation. She pulled me into a tight hug, then gently took the suitcase from my trembling hands. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”She led me into the living room, rolling the luggage toward the guest bedroom. I followed like a ghost, my mind still replaying the scene at Richard’s

Chapter 4 My phone rang just as I was settling into bed with a book, trying to wind down after a long day. The screen lit up with Alex’s name. A rush of excitement hit me instantly. I answered with a smile in my voice. “Hey, beautiful,” he said warmly. “How has your day been? I hope it wasn’t too stressful?” “Just a little,” I replied, lying back against the pillows. “You know how work stuff can be.” “That’s true. Sorry about that,” he said softly. “Tell me about it.” We fell into an easy conversation. He told me more about his job as a civil engineer how some days the pressure of deadlines and site inspections left him exhausted, but he loved the satisfaction of seeing projects come to life. His voice was deep and soothing, and I found myself relaxing completely as I listened. Then the tone shifted. “Sophia,” he said, almost reverently, “you are one of the best things that has happened to me. You’re so beautiful… inside and out. I’m really glad I met you. I love you so much.”