All Chapters of WE SHOULDN’T DO THIS, DADDIES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21
Denver’s POVThe interview had started exactly as I expected. The bright lights warmed my face while the camera focused on me. The questions rolled out smoothly at first — my role in the company, the journey from joining as a fresh graduate to becoming a key decision-maker, the partnerships we had secured. I answered with practiced confidence, my voice steady and professional.But it didn’t stay that way for long.The interviewer leaned forward, her expression still polite but her eyes sharper now. “Miss Denver, one thing our viewers are very curious about is how you balance working under your husband, Dylan. Does it ever feel complicated, having your personal and professional lives so closely intertwined?”I felt the shift immediately, like the temperature in the room had dropped a few degrees. This wasn’t in the approved list of questions. My stomach tightened, but I kept my face composed. I couldn’t afford to look rattled on camera.“I don’t really see it as working und

Chapter 23
Denver’s POVHorace’s dark eyes stayed fixed on my exposed cleavage as he held me against him. A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips.“Did you put on that push-up bra on purpose today, little girl?” he murmured, his voice low and rough with amusement. “Because you knew I’d be in the office?”My face burned. I pushed hard against his chest, trying to create space even as my body betrayed me by staying soft and pliant against him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered, my voice shaky. My cheeks were on fire. “I only came here to drop off the reports. That’s all.”He didn’t believe me for a second. The smirk deepened as he stepped in closer, forcing my back against the edge of his desk until I was trapped beneath the broad canopy of his body. He was so much taller, so much bigger. I felt tiny under him. My sultry blue eyes lifted to meet his, and the way he looked at me — like he could see straight through every lie I was telling — made my stomach tighten and my

Chapter 25
Denver’s POVI shoved hard against Horace’s chest, my palms slipping slightly over the expensive fabric of his shirt. “You’re crazy,” I hissed, my voice cracking with disbelief. “You can’t seriously be saying you’d get rid of your own son just to have me. That’s insane. That’s… that’s demonic.”Horace didn’t get angry. Instead, a deep, rumbling laugh rolled out of his throat — low, rich, and crackling with dark amusement. The sound vibrated through his broad chest and straight into my body, sending uncontrollable shivers racing down my spine and straight to my core. It wasn’t a cruel laugh. It was confident. Seductive. The kind of laugh that made my thighs clench together involuntarily.“I’m a strict man, Denver,” he murmured, his large hands still gripping my waist possessively. “But I’m not a monster. I have no intention of murdering my son.” His thumbs stroked slow, teasing circles over my hips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “I simply mean I’m re

Chapter 27
Denver’s POV I walked back to my office with my tail between my legs, legs still shaky and my panties uncomfortably damp from everything that had just happened. My skin still tingled where Horace’s fingers had been, and the memory of Zane’s dark eyes watching me come undone kept flashing behind my eyelids. I felt used. Exposed. And shamefully, undeniably alive. The second I stepped through the door, I saw Dylan sitting in the chair across from my desk. He didn’t look happy. His jaw was tight, his eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest like he’d been waiting for a fight. Normally that look would have made my stomach twist with anxiety. Today? I couldn’t find it in me to care. “Where have you been?” he demanded the moment I closed the door. I ignored him at first, walking around my desk and dropping into my chair. My body still hummed with residual pleasure, and every shift of my thighs reminded me of how soaked I still was. I crossed my legs slowly, deliberately,

Chapter 29
Denver’s POV I froze the moment my eyes landed on her. The same stripper from that wild, hazy night — the one whose lips had tasted like cherry gloss and bad decisions. She stood near the private bar in the VIP suite, dressed in a sleek, provocative cat costume that left almost nothing to the imagination. The black lingerie hugged every curve, with strategic cutouts along her hips and cleavage. A thin tail swayed behind her as she shifted her weight, and delicate whiskers were painted across her high cheekbones. She looked even more dangerous than I remembered. “How did you get here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t the same club from that night.” Horace’s low chuckle sent a fresh wave of heat through me. He stepped up behind me, his presence warm and commanding. “I ordered her as a special package. Just for you.” I tore my gaze away from her, my cheeks burning. “I don’t want her.” Horace’s smirk was immediate and knowing. He moved slowly arou