Daddy Dearest X Keith Novels & Stories

"I'm not surprised, girl. Kevyn's okay. He has a family now too and lives in New York." "Cool. Tell him his faithful crush says hi." "You're cray," Kiersey said, laughing. "You had better say hi or I'm frying your ass." "Okay." "How come I didn't see a picture of your son on your page? I think I saw your husband's."

Kevin gives a laugh that I honestly don’t see any funny — and no one else seems to either since he’s the only one laughing. “Come on and get the beers; the show is about to start,” Mitch says, cutting off the conversation with his deep voice. Of all the guys, he’s the most serious... maybe that’s why he’s the one who gets on best with Dad... But honestly, it’s a mystery to me how Daddy manages to be friends with so many different personalities, but that’s how he is. Daddy gives me a comforting squeeze on the shoulder and brings the beers to the table. As he walks away, I take a deep breath, looking at the ice that clicks inside it.

He sat as close to her as possible and stared at her with wide eyes. "Katherine is pretty," he announced to everyone at the table. Sebastian caught my eye and smiled. We were both thinking the same thing. After lunch, the adults sat on the porch while the children played in the garden. Tommy and David told us about their life in London. They had decided to adopt after years of trying other options. "Katherine's birth mother was very young," David explained. "She wanted to make sure she went to a family who would love her completely."

There was nothing hesitant in his gaze—only that same heat, that same hunger that had been smoldering between us for far too long. "Mr. Damian..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath. He paused. His eyes lifted to mine—stormy, dark, and completely in control. "Try again," he said, his eyes darkening more. My lips parted, trembling. "Mr. Damian..." A small, wicked smile curved his mouth. "No, sweetheart." His hands gripped my thighs tighter. "It's Daddy. Call me Daddy." My breath caught. There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life.

I didn't care about how rich Kade Ashton was. I went up the spiral stairs and soon, I was walking through the hallway looking for someone. Kade. “You do realize this man is old enough to be your father?” An inner voice reproached me. This time, I gave it an answer. Does that mean I can call him Daddy? A smile curled on my lips at the dirty images that colored my imagination. Suddenly, I saw a partly opened door and I made my way to it, slowly. My heartbeat thumped fast and hard inside me.

Henry turned to me and nodded his head politely. My father shook his head. "Nothing, son. You'd better sit down and join us for lunch." He ordered. Henry nodded, and as if all was set, he deliberately sat next to me. "Now, have you met my daughter?" Dad asked Henry excitedly. I refrained from getting angry at Dad's overreaction and his cunning today, which made me fall into his trap device. Henry turned to me and smiled. He extended his hand. "Henry from Athena Corp. I know who you are, Daphne Zannelith. A sweet, simple girl and a hard worker."

We did not let our pride control us this time, we showed Dymion and his boys that we could get the job done, we proved to Selene that she made the right choice when she chose to stand by us and not give in to Dymions endless threats. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Keith pulled me into his arms, his lips seeking mine in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of his love and devotion. In that tender moment amidst the chaos of war, he vowed to cherish and love me for the rest of our days, grateful for my presence in his life which he considers a gift.

I was so enraged and confused that I confronted Keith, trying to find answers, but somehow, that never happened. The other night, Keith told me plainly that he wasn’t Von Quavo’s biological son. He had been adopted. Could Edward Zachary really be Keith’s biological father? I stared at him and tried to merge their resemblance. They didn’t look alike; maybe I would have suspected long before now, but I definitely noticed that Keith had the same deep gray eyes as Zachary Edward. The resemblance was too uncanny not to notice. “That’s not possible,” I found myself saying. “What are you doing here?” Edward asked. “You are supposed to be working as a sex slave by now,” he added.

The night her father was exposed. She felt the floor tilt slightly under her. “No,” she whispered. She scrolled. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL PRESENT: — Daniel Vale — Marissa Kline — Victor Hale Her heart stopped. Victor. She blinked. Scrolled again. Still there. Victor Hale. Her stepfather. Her mother didn’t meet Victor until weeks after the affair exploded. That’s what she’d always believed. “That’s wrong,” she said immediately. Origin didn’t argue. “It says he authorized a security override,” she continued, voice thinning. “Why would he have access?”

“Your mother is my wife. She is in her room right now. Show some respect.” "Don't do this to me," I snapped. "Why not? You are my daughter,” he said. "I am a stepdaughter. We are not blood," I corrected. "Daddy, I am old enough to decide who I want to be with." "Old enough?” He let out a short laugh like this was all some kind of twisted joke. His grin flashed in the light, something obviously telling me he was pushing me to keep begging for his attention, which only made me boil.