Todos os capítulos de RULE NO 1: DONT TOUCH DADDY!: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

CHRISTIANMy desk is covered in property deeds and high-end security contracts for wealthy families.Knock. Knock.I blink, my gaze shifting to the door, my jaw tight. I expect Ace to come inside.Instead, the door swings open, and she steps inside.Ivy.Pink hair falling past her shoulders, a skirt so short it is practically a crime, and legs that go on forever ending in those sexy, click-clacking heels.I stare at her, my mind stalling out. I believe Ace is coming in too. "Ace... why are you people here? I thought we—"She closes the door behind her with a soft click."Ace is outside," she interrupts, flashing a wide, blindingly innocent smile that I know for a fact hides a twisted little demon. "I told him I wanted to talk to my stepdad alone."That word.Stepdad.It hits me, twisting my gut into a knot of sickening heat.I stand up from my leather chair, my hands gripping the edge of the mahogany wood. "What is it, Ivy? Why are you in my office?"I’ve avoided her since yesterday.

IVYThe tinted glass of the black SUV slides shut, sealing out the hum of the city. The leather seat is cool against the back of my legs, but my skin is still burning.Every nerve in my body is buzzing with the aftershocks of what just happened in that office.I stare out the window, but my mind isn't on the streets. It’s replaying every single second of what had happened in that office. The way his big hands locked around my wrists. The hard, punishing grip that probably left red marks. Painful but arousingly magnificent. The heat of his body pressed against my back.He wanted me.The way he, for a moment, let go of himself, enjoying the friction of my ass against his cock, was something I couldn't just stop thinking of.He was hard enough to hurt. He was shaking. The almighty Christian, the cold, ruthless boss of this entire empire, was unraveling, and it was all because of an eighteen-year-old girl with pink hair and a bad attitude.A small, wicked smile tugs at the corner of my mo

CHRISTIAN The hot water from the shower still clings to my skin, but I feel like I'm burning up.I pull a clean grey singlet over my head, sliding my arms through the soft cotton, and quickly yank a pair of dark sweatpants up my waist.I just need to get dressed. I need to go downstairs, eat dinner, and pretend like my entire life isn't unraveling at the seams.Ring.The intercom phone on my nightstand buzzes.I walk over, pick up the receiver, and press the button. "Yeah?""Sir," Nancy’s voice crackles, sounding panicked and completely out of breath. "It's Ivy."Of course it is. That's the only household problem.My jaw tightens. "What is it?""She's coming up to your floor, sir."A cold spike of anger shoots through my chest. "Coming to my floor? To do what?""I don't know, sir! She says she wants to see you, and she's threatening to rip up all her school transfer papers if I don't let her come up right now—""Tell her I'm coming down for dinner in ten minutes," I snap, cutting her

IVY The double doors of my bedroom slam shut behind me, locking out the ghost of his eyes, the smell of his room, and the sick, dizzy rush of power still burning in my veins. My chest heaves. My skin is prickling all over, hot and hypersensitive, every nerve ending screaming from the climax I just forced myself through while he sat there and watched. God. I drop the folder and my phone onto the nightstand. My hands are shaking. A stupid, reckless, hysterical laugh bubbles up in my throat, mixing with a sick wave of guilt that hits me square in the chest. What the hell did I just do? Vee, what the fuck did you do! My brain screams at me. What was I thinking? I can't imagine that I fucking spread my legs for Christian DeLuca to watch me fuck my fingers while imagining it was him. Fuck… his sweatpants. They were a fucking sticky wet mess. I smile. This is just the beginning of— My phone buzzes on the mattress. Cutting my thoughts halfway. I look at the ID. And every wave of e

IVY My phone buzzes on the bed.I grab it and swipe the screen.Dani’s voice comes through, bright and fast. “Girl, how are you coping over there?”I let out a harsh breath, falling back onto the pillows. “Dani, this place is hell. Like, so fucking hot hell.” I say. Because it is. Since morning I have not gone nowhere, done nothing. Boring as fuck.“What? You’re not enjoying it?”“Not really,” I lie, staring up at the ceiling as my skin still tingles from yesterday. “I mean, what’s here to enjoy?”I don’t expect to tell her the truth.The dirty games, the threats, or how Christian has been sneaking into my mind and giving me company when I least expect it.Or the fact that I was legs spread yesterday touching myself under his gaze.A knock echoes at my bedroom door.“Hold on a second,” I tell her.I push myself off the bed, walk over, and pull the door open. Nancy stands there, looking nervous.“Dinner is ready,” Nancy says.I nod at her. “Okay. Thanks.”I bring the phone back to my