All Chapters of Don't Stop Daddy, Please!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The silence of the night inside the hotel room suddenly felt so thick after Emma finished applying the last bandage to Zane's finger. Emma moved to tidy the remaining cotton and antiseptic back into the first-aid kit, but before she could stand up from her kneeling position, a pair of muscular arms suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist.Sret.With a powerful jerk, Zane pulled Emma’s body, bringing the woman into his embrace. The man buried his face in the crook of Emma’s neck, deeply inhaling the sweet scent that had always been his addiction for these past seven years. The hug was so tight, as if Zane were channeling all the fear of losing her that had been burning in his chest since a few hours ago.Emma froze. Her heartbeat raced fast, pounding inside her chest cavity. The sturdy defense she had built since a week ago suddenly crumbled into pieces just from the warmth of this man's body. Zane's masculine scent, faintly mixed with the remnants of alcohol, seemed to shut down all

The sun had climbed high into the sky, its blazing rays slipping through the narrow gap in the hotel room curtains and spilling across the floor. The digital clock on the nightstand displayed eleven o'clock in the morning.On the unmade king-size bed, Zane was still fast asleep, lying on his stomach. The hotel blanket covered only his body from the waist down, exposing his broad, well-built back without a single thread of clothing. The combined effects of the strong alcohol and the release of passion that had lasted until dawn had completely knocked the top actor unconscious to the world around him.Unlike Zane, Emma had been awake since nine that morning. Her body felt slightly sore, but the warmth and overwhelming sense of satisfaction filling her heart made it impossible for her to fall back asleep. She had already taken a shower, cleaned herself up, and was now wearing a loose cream-colored satin bathrobe. Her slightly damp hair was casually twisted into a bun, revealing the grace

The high-powered spotlights had already been switched on at the main filming location, cutting through the scorching afternoon air. Dozens of crew members bustled about, carrying cables, reflectors, and props, while hundreds of extras were being directed by the assistant director. Amid the chaos, Zane stood in his expensive casual outfit, preparing to film an action scene. Beside him, Violet Iris was chatting with the makeup artist, occasionally stealing affectionate glances at Zane, her confidence now overflowing after the "sweet promise" she had made to Emma the previous night.However, Zane's focus was completely shattered. His eyes repeatedly swept across the area around the director's tent and the monitors.Nothing.The folding chair that was always reserved specifically for him remained empty. The brown-haired woman who usually stood nearby—holding a specially labeled bottle of mineral water, a clean towel, and a script filled with handwritten notes in the margins—was nowhere to

The water of the outdoor swimming pool on the VIP floor sparkled clearly under the scorching sun, reflecting a calm, silvery light. Within the silence of that private area, which was closed off from public reach, Lucas Moura Blackwood was cutting through the water with strong and constant arm strokes. Each of his strokes radiated the incredible stamina of his mature, muscular body.From behind a large marble pillar at the edge of the pool, Emma watched his every move. A smirk was once again carved on her lips. 'A good opportunity,' Emma thought to herself, her eyes gleaming with a reckless determination. The heartache from Zane's betrayal had mutated perfectly into a dangerous bravery.Emma stepped closer to the edge of the pool. Without the slightest hesitation, her hands moved to take off the outer dress she was wearing, leaving her in only black lace underwear and a bra that tightly wrapped her slender body. Her smooth white skin was perfectly exposed under the scorching afternoon

Emma stepped into her hotel room with a rough jerk on the doorknob. Her body was already dry, and she had changed her wet underwear for a loose knit sweater set in a soft cream color, Korean style, paired with casual shorts. Her brown hair, which had been soaking wet earlier, was now tied up haphazardly with a small maroon ribbon at the back."Damn it! Stubborn old man!" Emma swore furiously, throwing her body onto the soft mattress with soaring annoyance.Emma’s chest heaved up and down remembering the absolute rejection at the edge of the swimming pool earlier. She stared at the ceiling of the room with a look of disbelief and, at the same time, half-dead irritation. Even though she had thrown away all her shame, lowered her self-respect, and deliberately turned herself into a bold temptress in front of that man. Yet still, that old Lucas Moura Blackwood was like a polar ice wall who was not interested in her at all. Her bold touch was just cast off just like that.However, in the m