All Chapters of Dirty Daddy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

MIREYAMy body is heating, I’m horny, and want to get laid. All these symptoms are symptoms of the Lust Drug.I was given a Lust Drug by my best friend in order to lure me into bed with her family butler. She’s doing this because of Phills, my shithead boyfriend.Ysa wants everything I have. She stole my toys when we were kids, she copied my clothes in school, she copied my hairstyle, and now she wants my boyfriend. She likes Phills, and she wants him all to herself. But the day Phills asked me to be his girlfriend instead of her, my best friend Ysa got jealous.I touch the drippy substance flowing from my legs, and realized I’m wet. My underwear is completely soaked through, sticking to my skin as the heat waves crash over my abdomen. Every breath feels like swallowing fire. The room is spinning, the walls closing in, but the ache between my thighs is the only thing that feels real. It throbs with a terrifying intensity, demanding a release I can barely comprehend."Mireya, stop figh

MIREYAYsa stared at her father, her mouth parting in shock. The aggressive, demanding posture she had held a second ago evaporated completely. Around us, the few maids and house staff who had gathered in the hallways shrank back into the shadows, terrified of the man standing at the base of the stairs."Dad?" Ysa stammered, her voice suddenly high and defensive. "I... I didn't know you were back from your business trip. Your assistant said you wouldn't be landing until tomorrow night.""Clearly," he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. "If I had known my absence would turn my home into a screaming match, I would have returned sooner. I have spoiled you entirely too much, Ysabel.""Dad, that's not fair, Mireya was—""Silence," he commanded, a low, dangerous rumble that instantly cut her off. "You have become entirely too spoiled. Is this how I raised you to behave? Shouting at a staff? Thomas is older than you, yet you stand here hall treating him like a man with no resp

AUDENI was driving through the crowded streets, my hands loose on the steering wheel of my SUV, when a flash of familiar dark hair caught my attention. It was Mireya. And right next to her, gripping her forearm in a alleyway entrance, was her shithead boyfriend, Phills.They were quarreling, and it didn't look good at all. His face was flushed with anger, his mouth moving in sharp, aggressive bursts as he shoved his phone directly in front of her face. Mireya yanked her arm back, her posture rigid, her chin tilted up defensively despite the obvious panic in her eyes.I should have minded my business. I should have pressed my foot onto the gas pedal and driven straight to my next meeting. She was a young woman dealing with boyfriend drama, and I was a man with an empire to run. But the raw, unyielding memory of her skin beneath my hands from the night before flashed behind my eyes.I parked my car abruptly at the curb, threw the door open, and walked straight toward them, seeing and