All Chapters of DADDY’S PLEASURE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

WarningsThe days after the gala blurred into a haze of stolen moments and crushing guilt. I’d wake up every morning with Alexander’s taste still lingering on my lips from the night before and Mom’s bright smile greeting me at breakfast like a knife to the chest. The contrast was slowly tearing me apart.This morning was no different.Mom was humming happily as she poured coffee, still riding the high from the gala’s success. “The photos came out incredible! You two looked so natural together in that family shot. Alexander, you’ve been such a wonderful influence on Elara.”I nearly choked on my orange juice. Alexander’s hand, hidden beneath the table, gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze. His touch was warm, possessive, and dangerously familiar now. “She makes it easy,” he said smoothly, eyes flicking to mine for a heated second. “Smart, talented, beautiful. Any father would be proud.”The word father sent a twisted thrill through me. I pressed my thighs together under the table, shame

Chapter 24: Shadows LengthenThe morning after our first full time together, I woke up with Alexander’s scent still clinging to my sheets and a heavy knot of guilt lodged in my throat. My body ached in the most delicious, damning ways reminders of his hands, his mouth, the way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in his complicated world. I showered twice, trying to wash away the evidence, but the memory refused to fade.Breakfast was a masterclass in performance. Mom was back to her radiant self, chatting about her spa trip and how refreshed she felt. I smiled and nodded in all the right places, but every time Alexander’s gaze lingered on me a second too long, heat flooded my cheeks. Under the table, his knee brushed mine deliberately, a silent promise of more.“You two are so quiet this morning,” Mom observed, tilting her head. “Everything alright? No arguments while I was gone, I hope?”“Everything’s perfect,” Alexander said smoothly, reaching over to squeeze

The Weight of WantThe guilt didn’t fade. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing day, carving deeper grooves into my conscience. I’d catch myself staring at Mom across the breakfast table, memorizing the way she laughed at Alexander’s dry jokes or how her eyes lit up when she talked about their future plans, and the shame would hit me like a physical blow. This is her husband. Her second chance. And I’m the secret rotting it from the inside.Yet the desire refused to die. It burned hotter, more insistent, fueled by every stolen glance and hidden touch.Alexander and I had fallen into a dangerous rhythm. Mornings were performances of polite family life. Afternoons, when Mom was out for her endless social obligations or planning meetings, became pockets of stolen time. Evenings were the worst sitting through dinner with her while his foot traced slow patterns up my calf under the table, or his hand brushed mine when passing the salt, all while she chatted happily about the next

The suspicion in Mom’s eyes was starting to feel like a living thing watching, waiting, circling closer with every passing day. I found myself overanalyzing every glance she gave me, every casual comment about how much time Alexander and I spent together. The guilt had become my constant shadow, whispering accusations in quiet moments when I was alone. You’re destroying her happiness. You’re the poison in this perfect new life she finally has.Yet the desire refused to let me go. It burned hotter with every stolen second, every whispered word, every time Alexander’s hand found mine in secret.Today, Mom had back-to-back appointments in the city. The house felt heavier with possibility the moment her car disappeared down the driveway. Alexander found me in the sunroom again, but this time he didn’t rush. He simply sat beside me on the wicker couch, took my hand, and held it.“I’ve been thinking about us all morning,” he said quietly. “The way this started as tension and has become… thi

Velvet and VenomThe garden at dusk had become my favorite kind of dangerous. The fading light turned the roses gold and the shadows long, perfect for hiding what we shouldn’t be doing. Alexander found me there after Mom left for an evening gala planning dinner, his footsteps quiet on the stone path until he stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist without a word.I leaned back into his chest, letting the solid warmth of him chase away the day’s tension. His lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, slow and deliberate, sending sparks racing down my spine.“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “The way you looked at me over breakfast. Like you were remembering exactly how my hands felt on you yesterday.”I turned in his arms and kissed him deeply, fingers threading through his hair. The kiss started tender but quickly grew heated, his hands sliding down my back to pull me closer. We stumbled toward the stone bench hidden behind