All Chapters of Yours to Keep, Daddy: MM Taboo collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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I think i have a crush on my stepdaddy

Last Updated : 2026-07-08

What makes you think I'm playing?

VincentHe is Miranda’s son.That was the mantra I had been repeating to myself since the moment Olise Adeyemi walked through my front doors. He was twenty-four, a recent university graduate, and my wife’s child. He was a guest in my home, a young man finding his footing, and absolutely nothing more.But as I stood outside his bedroom door in the quiet, shadowed hallway of my house, the mantra felt incredibly fragile.I had been sitting in my study, nursing a glass of scotch, trying to erase the memory of the look on Olise’s face earlier that afternoon. I’d caught him staring at me from the terrace while I was in the pool. It shouldn't have affected me. I was a forty-three-year-old businessman; I was used to people looking at me. But the sheer intensity in his wide, expressive eyes had stirred something dark and restless in my chest.When I realized the housekeeper had forgotten to place the fresh Egyptian cotton towels in the guest wing, I had picked them up myself. It was a simple t

Last Updated : 2026-07-08

Protective like a stepfather or jealous like a man?

OliseThe silence that followed my question was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Vincent stared at me, his dark eyes unblinking, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line. For a second, I thought I’d pushed him too far.Then, he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his chest. The dangerous flare in his eyes was instantly masked by a cold, business-like detachment."Since you’re going to be staying under my roof for the foreseeable future, Olise, we need to establish some boundaries," he said, his voice smooth and empty of the heat from a moment ago. "I run a quiet household, and I intend to keep it that way. If you want to live here, you will abide by three simple rules."He raised three fingers, ticking them off one by one with agonizing precision: * No wild parties. This is a place of business and rest, not a nightclub. * No strangers in the house. I value my privacy and security. Anyone who enters this home must be cleared by me first. * My private home office is

Last Updated : 2026-07-08

My Mother’s Husband

VincentI spent the next forty-eight hours actively running away from a twenty-four-year-old.I left for the office before the sun rose, worked twelve-hour days, and didn't return until I was certain Olise would be asleep. His parting words from our confrontation in the kitchen—“Protective like a stepfather, or jealous like a man?”—had been looping in my mind like a fever dream.I was a man defined by my iron-clad self-control. I had built an empire on calculated risks and unwavering discipline. Yet, a few words from my wife’s son had completely shattered my composure.On the third evening, unable to focus on the financial reports spread across my desk, I stared at the gold band resting on my left ring finger. I needed a reality check. I needed a reminder of who I was, what my responsibilities were, and who I was married to.I picked up my phone and dialed Miranda.She answered on the fourth ring, the background filled with the ambient chatter of a high-end restaurant in Paris."Vince

Last Updated : 2026-07-08

Sharing one bed

OliseIf the universe was trying to send me a sign to stay away from Vincent, it had a highly ironic way of showing it.Around two in the morning, the summer sky completely broke open. A savage thunderstorm rolled over the estate, rattling the heavy glass windows with violent gusts of wind and deafening cracks of thunder. I lay awake, watching the lightning illuminate the shadows of my bedroom in sharp, skeletal flashes.Then, with a sudden, pathetic pop, the power went out.The air conditioning died, and the room was plunged into pitch-black darkness. I sighed, pulling the duvet up to my chin. I could handle the dark. I could handle the heat.What I couldn't handle was the slow, steady drip... drip... drip... that suddenly started landing directly on my forehead."What the..." I muttered, sitting up and switching on my phone's flashlight.I shone the beam upward. The storm had apparently damaged a section of the roof tiles above the guest wing. A dark, damp circle was rapidly spreadi

Last Updated : 2026-07-08

Never tempt me like that again

Vincent The first instinct of a drowning man is to thrash toward the surface. When my eyes opened and I realized just how close Olise was—our breaths mingling in the cool, dawn-lit air, his lips a mere whisper away from mine—panic, raw and electric, surged through my veins. I broke the contact instantly. I uncoiled my arm from his waist, threw back the charcoal sheets, and swung my legs out of bed. The sudden movement felt like a violent tear, ripping away a warmth I hadn't realized I was starving for. "Vincent..." Olise’s voice was thick with sleep, a soft, questioning sound that trailed after me. I stood by the window, my back to him, running both hands hard over my face and through my damp hair. The sun was just beginning to bleed gold over the horizon, casting long, sharp shadows across the bedroom floor. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a sledgehammer. You crossed the line, my subconscious roared. You held him. You wanted to kiss him. "Go back to your room, Olise,

Last Updated : 2026-07-20

I hate seeing another man touch you

OliseRejection is a bitter pill to swallow, but it’s even worse when it tastes like raw, unadulterated cowardice.Vincent had practically run out of his own bedroom after pinning me to the wall. He had left me standing there, breathless and burning, with nothing but the echo of his final warning ringing in my ears. “Never tempt me like that again.”If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away.So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.I spent an hour getting ready, deliberately choosing an outfit designed to provoke. I pulled on a pair of tight, black leather-look jeans that hugged my thighs and a sheer, deep-V black silk shirt that left t

Last Updated : 2026-07-20

The kiss

VincentMy own words hung in the suffocating air of the foyer, heavy, raw, and utterly damning. I hated seeing another man touch you. The confession felt like a physical tearing of my throat, stripping away the last remaining shred of the dignified, untouchable facade I had spent decades constructing.I stared down at Olise, my fingers still gripping his upper arms, my knuckles aching from the sheer force of my hold. I expected him to be shocked, or perhaps to finally back away from the dangerous fire he had been stoking since the moment he arrived.Instead, his dark eyes flared with a sudden, triumphant brilliance. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven gasps against mine, his gaze locking onto my face with unyielding intensity."Then stop hiding, Vincent," Olise demanded, his voice trembling but fiercely clear. "Stop hiding behind my mother, stop hiding behind this house, and stop hiding behind your pathetic excuses. Look at me and just tell the truth.""You don't understand what

Last Updated : 2026-07-20

Let’s finish what you start

Olise The sharp, distinct scent of expensive French perfume and the rattling of designer luggage greeted me before I even reached the bottom of the stairs. Miranda was back. She had arrived three hours early, a whirlwind of manicured elegance and high-society energy, completely shattering the heavy, fragile silence that Vincent and I had been trapped in since the night before.When I walked into the sunlit dining room, the scene looked picture-perfect. Miranda was seated to Vincent’s left, animatedly recounting her flight while sipping an espresso. Vincent sat at the head of the table, looking every bit the pristine, untouchable billionaire in a tailored navy suit. But the moment I stepped into the room, his posture went rigid. His dark eyes flicked to mine, filled with a sudden, guarded panic that sent a thrill straight down my spine. My lips still felt faintly swollen from the fierce, uncivilized way he had kissed me against the foyer wall, and sitting across from him now felt like

Last Updated : 2026-07-20

Crossing the Line

VincentThe metallic click of the lock turning in my office door sounded like the drop of a guillotine.It severed me from the corporate empire I had built, from the cold logic that had guided every decade of my life, and from any remaining illusion of my own self-control.Olise stood before my desk, leaning forward over the polished oak, his dark eyes sparkling with a breathless, lethal defiance. "Now we can finish what you started," he whispered, the words hanging between us in the warm, dimly lit office.Every nerve in my body screamed at me to step back, to demand he unlock that door, to play the stern executive and the responsible stepfather. I opened my mouth to speak, to utter another worthless warning, but the sight of him completely paralyzed my vocal cords. He looked radiant in the amber glow of the setting sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His cheeks were flushed, his chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths, his lips parted in open invitation."

Last Updated : 2026-07-23

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