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she argued with a furrowed brow. "Then stop assuming that I'm your father! You clearly ruined Louis' proposal. Doesn't that mean you already know he's your father?" Summer blinked and fell silent for a few moments. "Uncle Louis is not my father. He's my Daddy." Kendrick's head was pushed back. His brain failed to process it. "What's the difference?" "Everyone in this world has a father, but not everyone has a Daddy. A father is the reason why we exist in this world, while a Daddy is the reason why we feel safe and happy living in this world."

Dane’s dick equals instant happiness. After we took our time trying to get through it, I successfully got into the car. “I love you baby.” He started off, looking so satisfied, it thrilled me. “I love you too.” I really did. “Drive safely. See you tomorrow. Seriously, eyes on the road.” “Yes Daddy.” “Fuck,” He groaned, colour returning to his face. He was well pleased. “I'm still your daddy indeed.”

“But what if it’s a MAMA thing? Not a Dada thing?” “What’s a Mama thing versus a Dada thing?” Charlotte considered this seriously. “Mama things are about feelings and stories and when I’m sad about friends. Dada things are about problems and fixing things and when I’m mad about rules.” “Those are both important things. And Dada can help with feelings too. He’s gotten very good at it.” “He has. But you’re still better at the sad things.” “I’ll always be here for the sad things. Even if I’m at work, you can call me. I promise.”

“You had the app. I got the points for you. You always order the same shit.” She takes it, glances down, and groans as it rings. “By any chance, was someone called Daddys home on the stream?” My body goes cold. “Who the fuck is he?” I snap. She gave one of them her number? “My best friend.” “A guy?” Her best friend is a dude? “No, it’s a woman,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Fucks sake, the name’s what she uses to blend in. Was she on?”

I gripped the leather texture of the bed, my whole body bouncing forward, legs pulled apart and dangling in the air vigorously at every following thrust. "Don't dare cum until Daddie says so!" He reprimanded, gathering a handful of my hair, pulling it backwards as he spanked me further, pummeling my inside harder and faster, it was like he noticed the friction that gathered around my core and wanted to burst out. "Please... Dadd... Daddie... let me cum!!! Ah... yes... oh...ah" I cried out crazily as he fucked me senseless until I couldn't take it anymore, I instinctively rose my butt upward more,

He bought it on the spot for his collection, then turned to me with dark eyes. “Every time you see these artists’ names from now on Tschabalala Self, Doron Langberg, Jordan Casteel you’ll remember this. How you rode Daddy so beautifully in their presence.” Outside, as the town car waited, my phone buzzed again. Another message from my father: Dad: I’m coming to the city tomorrow. We’re having lunch. No excuses. Damien read it over my shoulder, his jaw tightening. He took the phone and typed a reply himself before handing it back:

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That was when Charles leaned in slightly, voice low enough that only the people closest could hear. “Your husband must be very confident,” he said, still smiling. “Leaving a wife who looks like you sitting alone at a table full of men.” William glanced at him, then at me. He didn’t comment. He just watched my reaction. Henry set his glass down. “He’s leaving tomorrow, isn’t he?” I blinked. “What?” Charles’s smile widened a fraction. “Six-week site visit. Dubai. He mentioned it in the partners’ meeting this morning. Did he not tell you?”

"That sounds exhausting." ​"It is," Jake agreed, turning his head to look at me. "Your turn. Give me the trauma." ​I hesitated. I obviously couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him that I was completely addicted to a man I was supposed to hate, or that my stepdad had f**ked me in the backseat of the car on the way up here. ​"My dad died a long time ago," I said softly, keeping it simple. "And my mom remarried. Now we just... pretend everything is this perfect, happy picture. But it's not. I just feel trapped all the time."

"I have to admit we didn't know your father had another daughter. A beautiful one." Beautiful. I tossed that word out immediately. Alphas used words like that to keep Omegas docile before they hurt them. A verbal lockpick for compliance. I knew my own reality perfectly well. I took up too much space. My thighs rubbed together when I walked. I wasn't the beautiful daughter. Vanessa was the beautiful daughter. I just nodded, burying my hands deep in my coat pockets to hide the shaking. Then Kai walked down the wooden stairs and positioned his massive body slightly to my left. He completely blocked the biting wind whipping off the ridge. It wasn't a warm gesture. It was a massive display of siz