Todos os capítulos de SIX DADDIES TO SIN WITH : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

MARCUSI slip out of bed as gently as I can, carefully untangling my arm from Chloe's waist. She stirs slightly, letting out a soft sigh, but stays asleep.I stand by the edge of the mattress for a moment, watching the soft rise and fall of her shoulders. I pull the duvet up over her shoulder, grab a notepad from the nightstand, and scribble a quick note:Had to handle something urgent. Stay inside. I’ll be back soon. - MTwenty minutes later, I am behind the wheel, driving out of the Hamptons. The morning sky is heavy with grey clouds as I make the hour-long trip toward Mabel’s estate in Bedford.I pull up the long, gated driveway and park in front of the beautiful st

CHLOE“Oh, God,” I grunt as Marcus cums, pulling out of me.His hands are on my hips as his breathing slows. I lean back against his desk, catching my breath, waiting for him to kiss my neck or brush his hands through my hair as usual.Instead, he steps back immediately.He zips up his trousers, his eyes fixed on the floorboards. At first, I wonder if I’ve done something wrong, and I wait for him to scold me. I arrived a few minutes late for our appointment, but all through our intimacy, there has been a distant look in his eyes.Even now, that hollow look is still there, and it sends a chill down my spine.“Are you okay, baby?” I ask, stepping down from the desk.He turns to me with a smile—one that doesn't reach his eyes. Then he grabs tissues from his desk drawer to hand to me."You need to head home, Chloe," he says, kissing my cheek lightly. "And moving forward, you can't come to my office anymore."I pause, my fingers curling tightly around the roll of tissues. "What?""We need

MARCUS"Like I said, Gonzalez died last week," Detective Jane says as the car moves through traffic. "And I think this is a retaliation from his gang because of his death. Someone must have tipped them off that you reported him."I stare out the window, my hands clenched into tight fists. His death is supposed to be celebratory because I have lived the past few years walking on ice."Mabel claims she's innocent, so I don't know," I say, and she looks over at me."And you trust her?"I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "I don't know. All I am doing is protecting my daughter and her interests. I cannot just rain down on Mabel, and I just want to see that bastard.”"Strong words," Jane says, shooting me a pointed look. "I know you are angry, Mr. Vance, but you need to be careful so you don't overstep.""Beating him to a pulp is not overstepping," I snap back. "He is in there for violence against a woman, so maybe he needs a man to give him a real beating. In my case, it will be the se

MARCUSI lean back in my chair, my head lolling against the headrest as I stare up at the ceiling. My eyes burn with exhaustion. I haven't slept in over thirty hours, and every muscle in my body aches, but I force myself to stay awake.My phone rests face-up on my desk, my eyes panning toward it momentarily. I had received a text earlier on, asking me to count my days.I do not fear death; my only fear is Gonzalez hurting my family.I sit up with a sigh, pressing my palms against my face as Chloe crosses my mind again. She blocked my number, and I do not blame her. The only reason I have not shown up at her house is because I want her safe until this is over.“I hope she forgives me,” I mutter out loud.Then, I hear the faint sound of footsteps outside in my hallway.The hairs on my body rise immediately, the exhaustion vanishing as adrenaline surges through my blood. No one should be here at this moment, except…Silently, my hand glides under the desk, and I grab my pistol—with a det

CHLOEI open my eyes to the morning light, capturing my face like a paparazzi camera. The room is quiet, save for the faint clinking of porcelain.Marcus is sitting in the armchair near the window, a folded newspaper in his hand and a steaming mug of tea resting on the table beside him."Babe," I mutter, my voice thick with sleep as I stretch beneath the duvet.He instantly folds the paper shut, tossing it onto the table before looking up at me. "You're up." A small smile touches his lips. "I made tea, and I was reading the morning paper."A soft smile tugs at my face as I sit up, pulling the sheets over my chest. He stands, walking over to the nightstand to grab the mug, and hands it to me. Before I can take a sip, he leans down, pressing a warm kiss to my lips.Instead of getting back into his chair, he sits on the edge of the coffee table right in front of the bed, his eyes locked on me as I take a slow sip of the tea. The taste sits on my tongue and heat fills my chest, but the in