บททั้งหมดของ WE SHOULDN’T DO THIS, DADDIES: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 11Denver’s pov“You know my name? How?” I asked, stunned. I couldn’t remember giving it to him. Then again, I had been so drunk that night I might have blurted out anything.Horace simply smiled, dark and knowing. “Did you forget so soon? How I sucked you until you were writhing beneath me, screaming my name… and yours. I bet you still remember the feel of my tongue licking up every drop of your juices,” he teased. His fingers trailed slowly beneath my lower lip before tugging it gently.I could only imagine how flushed my face must have been. I clenched my thighs together as his words made my pussy throb even harder.God. What was this man doing to me?The other night, it had been too dark to see him clearly. But now, with sunlight pouring over him and sharpening every angle, I couldn’t deny how devastatingly beautiful he was. Long lashes framed those piercing green eyes, and his jaw was so sharp and defined it looked carved from stone.And those lips—so full and tempting. I

Chapter 13Denver’s POV“Clap clap clap!” With every sound they made, my cheeks burned hotter. My heart slammed against my ribcage so hard I thought it might give me a heart attack. “What—what are y’all doing here?” I asked quietly, pulling away from Horace’s warmth. Horace continued to stare at me. It was only then I realized he hadn’t turned to look at them—because he’d known they were watching us the entire time. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. “That was such a good show,” Royce said calmly as he sauntered back into my office. If he was surprised, his face didn’t show it. In fact, he looked almost disappointed that he’d missed the very beginning. Zane followed closely behind him. Horace finally pulled away from me. With a tentative smile, he wiped my arousal from his lips before cleaning his hand with his handkerchief. Mortification washed over me in heavy waves. For the first time, I let myself fully dwell on what I had just allowed to happen. Hot tears burned at

Chapter 16
Denver’s POVHorace stared at me with that knowing glint in his eyes, the kind that made my thighs clench involuntarily under the conference table. It was as if he could still taste me on his tongue, as if the memory of his mouth devouring me just minutes earlier was playing on loop in his mind too. Meanwhile, Dylan sat there completely oblivious, believing this was nothing more than a standard family-business meeting. He had no idea about the charged undercurrent humming between his wife and his father—the filthy secret of how Horace had tongue-fucked me twice, reducing me to a trembling, soaking mess right here in this very building.Dylan cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the room. “Dad, if you have time, I can show you the other aspects of the company—our new marketing wing, the development floor…”Horace leaned back in his chair, his powerful frame commanding attention without effort. “Not today, son. I need to get some rest.” His voice was smooth, autho

Chapter 18 
Denver’s POV I stood there in the dimly lit living room, heart still racing from the earlier encounter with Horace, and stared at Dylan’s furious face. The audacity of both of them showing up like this, waiting in the dark like some ambush, made my blood boil. The words hung heavy in the air between us, and I refused to let my voice waver. “I owe you no explanation, Dylan. None whatsoever.” He wasn’t having it. Dylan’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he took another step forward, his presence looming over me in the shadowed living room. “You will tell me who dropped you off tonight, Denver. I’m not playing games here. If you refuse, I swear I’ll make you regret keeping secrets from me.” Talia, still lounging near the couch like she already owned the place, chimed in with a venomous little smile. “It’s probably another man she’s been screwing around with, babe. Look how guilty she looks. Sneaking around in fancy cars after work? Please.” Her accusation sent a fresh

Chapter 19
Denver’s POVI stood frozen in the kitchen, coffee still dripping down the front of my blouse and burning along my neck. The pain was sharp and immediate, but shock kept me rooted in place. Talia remained on the floor, wailing dramatically, her hands clutching her face as if I had actually struck her.Dylan rushed to her side without a second glance at me. He crouched down, sliding his arms beneath her and helping her to her feet like she was made of glass. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” he murmured, pulling her against his chest and stroking her hair with slow, soothing motions. The tenderness in his voice made my stomach turn. He held her like a newborn, murmuring soft reassurances while she sniffled against his shirt.Then he turned to me, his expression hardening into something cold and accusing.“Why are you being so wicked?” he demanded, still holding Talia close. “If you can’t control your jealousy, then just leave. Pack your things and get out instead of taking it out on