All Chapters of His Father’s Addction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

HazelHarry didn't seem the least bit bothered by the tension he had created. I smiled back at him."I'll go with whatever my boss decides.""Smart answer." Harry nodded, impressed.Elvis nodded once and agreed to the arrangement without further discussion. Just like that, it was settled. The meeting wrapped up shortly after, shareholders filtering out one by one until the room thinned. Donald had moved to the screen with his father, pointing at a point in the graphs; their voices were low, which meant nobody was watching me.I took the opportunity and looked at his father properly, without having to pretend I wasn't. The man standing at that screen with his arms crossed, listening to his son, looked nothing like the man who had screamed that's my boy at a wrestling ring less than twenty-four hours ago. "The most beautiful of them all."Harry appeared at my side, his earlier conversation with his team apparently finished."You're always wearing that smile," I said. "Is it permanent?"

ElvisI let whatever feelings I had take over meAll evening at the surprise party, my eyes kept drifting to the entrance. Every time the door opened, I looked up, waiting for Hazel to walk through it and reveal her megawatt smile. The door kept opening, and it was never her.The party carried on the way these things do, cutting my cake, listening to the boing speeches, receiving gifts, and the usual performance of celebration. I smiled when I was supposed to and said the right things to the right people. When the last guest left, I sat in the quiet of the house and felt void.I didn't sleep. Kept picking up my phone and setting it back down, checking for a message that never arrived.Then this morning, she walked in wearing that smile, holding a gift bag, and for a few seconds, I was stunned by how unique the dress was.But I wanted her to push. I wanted to see her fight for it, persuade me, give me a word I could hold onto that wasn't just my own feelings moving around in my chest w

HazelBetty had not left my side since Harry dropped me home from the hospital. She hovered around in the doorways with water and snacks, asking for the umpteenth time if I needed another thing.Harry had called first thing in the morning to check on me. When he found out I was still at the hospital, he didn't ask twice, just said he was coming and arrived within the hour. Taking a ride with him was the easier option anyway. The alternative was navigating whatever the morning after a hospital kiss with my boss would feel like in the back of his car, and I was not ready for that particular situation.Sharing a passionate kiss with Elvis means I am making progress, and my happiness should be obvious. But that’s never the case; I can’t quite explain what’s going on with me.Instead, I had spent the entire night in that hospital bed staring at the ceiling with one thought running circles in my head and not much else.Elvis is such a good kisser. As soon as his lips took over mine, I lost

ElvisI had completely lost track of time.When I finally pushed back from my desk and looked up, the penthouse was dark outside the study windows. I rolled my shoulders, checked the clock, and decided to look in on Hazel before I turned in.Her door was open when I got to it.I heard it before I fully processed what I was seeing, the sound, Tessy has just hit her, then Hazel stumbling sideways with her palm flying up to her cheek. She caught herself against the wall and stood there, hand pressed to her face, and I could see it in every line of her body, the effort it was taking not to hit back."Follow me, Tessy."I turned and walked to the study without waiting to see if she came. She did.I shut the door behind us. The room was soundproofed. Whatever happened in here stayed in here."What was that?" I kept my voice low, which was hard at this point. "You know my rules in this house. You know them, Tessy. That girl came here from a hospital bed, and you put your hands on her?""She

HazelTwo days, that's how long I had been sitting in this place, going nowhere, doing nothing useful, living entirely inside my own head.The office had given me the rest of the week to recover. That was the official reason I hadn't gone back. But that wasn't really it.You know when you longed for something and finally got a taste, and how that taste hits so hard that you can’t stop yourself from thinking about it all over again.I've been questioning my sex life for the past 48 hours. What have I been experiencing and calling an orgasm? Is it what Jarvis made me believe or what I actually felt?Jarvis was my first. First kiss, first love, first everything, we had found each other when I was barely nineteen, and I had handed him all of those firsts without a second thought because I was young and certain and completely convinced he was it for me. I had always considered our sex life good. I had no reason to think otherwise until I tasted his father.Elvis took me completely apart