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“Daddy. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I rubbed my fingertips over my beards as I glared back at Ivy who was still waving at me from the dining area. Her eyes were as bright as skies and her lips pulled into a broad smile thay complemented the sharp hue of elation in her electrifying green eyes. I smiled back at her and made sure to raise my hands and wave back at her. After I did that, I proceeded to give her a response, “Daddy has to work darling. You don't have to worry. I'll be back home soon.”

He hugged him tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank God I finally found you, my child. I didn’t know what to do these past few days. I felt like I was losing my mind, going back and forth to the police for updates," Alexis said as Javi played. "Hi, Daddy! Are we going to play?" Javi asked, unaware of the situation. Alexis smiled and stood up to check if his son had any injuries. He sighed in relief when he saw there were none. At the same time, Yaya Sol was anxiously looking around, clearly nervous. Alexis noticed and asked what was wrong.

I want his cock in me all the time. "Yeah! Ahhh! Daddy! Fuck me! Faster! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Hmmm! Hnnn! Harder! Ahhh!” He growled softly while gently holding my hips. He lifted one of my legs and increased the pace of his movements! I don't know, but I'm very horny right now. But knowing that my mommy is not here, that Daddy and I are free, I am very happy! I know it's wrong, but I've got what I want. My daddy is all mine, and no one can take him away from me. It's not my fault that she did that, but I am also grateful that she got rid of that other girl. She didn't know that I was Daddy's girl; otherwise, I would have ended up dead that day. Am I crazy enough to be happy that his obsessive ex is

a moan escaped my mouth as I was lost in the moment. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Daddy groaned. “Now come to me.” He ordered, and I did. I crawled, and he seemed satisfied with it as he nodded his head when I reached him. He lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and then asked me to take his cock into my mouth. “Daddy wants to fuck that pretty mouth.” “Yes, Daddy." I didn't hesitate; I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first, tasting a salty liquid which, instead of disgust, made me wetter.

I lit my cigar and drew in a slow breath before letting the smoke drift lazily into the air. The smell of tobacco mixed with the damp scent of the abandoned warehouse. Across from me, the boys huddled closer to their mother, trembling so badly they could barely stay still. I couldn't look away. There was something fascinating about watching hope fight against fear. I exhaled another stream of smoke and smiled. "Don't worry, boys." My eyes remained fixed on them. "Your daddy is coming." I leaned back in my chair. "And I do hope for your sake he hurries." A faint laugh escaped me. "I've been looking forward to meeting him.”

Like a tidal wave, they wash me away with their potency, and I am unable to cling to anything but him. Tomorrow, I get to see him again. All that strength I used to leave will crumble under one stare from him. I know it, and I don’t care. I miss my daddy, fuck what anyone else thinks. Including you, Xavier. Your dad does it better anyway.

“He has the same eyes as Logan. And the same dimple. Is he our real daddy? Did you forget him?” Tears burned behind my eyes. How did I explain five years of protection, of choosing their peace over truth, when the world was throwing fragments of our past at them daily? Logan appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. He had overheard. “I don’t want another daddy. Uncle Darius reads us stories and makes the monsters go away. The painting man just gives toys and leaves.” His words carried a child’s raw honesty mixed with confusion and budding resentment. I opened my arms, and he climbed into bed with us. The three of us cuddled together under the blanket as thunder rolled outside…

He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans. “Sorry son,” he’d said, smiling apologetically, “I need a bit of help today. It shouldn’t take too long, I just need you to pop round to one of my clients and check on a few things.” “But Dad,” Tom had replied, his heart sinking, “I had plans for today.” “You can see Stacey later, Tom. This is important.” Tom sighed. “Sure thing, dad. I’ll get right on it.”

"Worse, actually. My legs ache, and I keep getting these dizzy spells. Maybe I should call the doctor." Daddy's eyes flicked to me, a silent warning or was it excitement? "If it's not better by tomorrow, definitely. But rest today. Isabella can help around the house." I nodded eagerly. "Of course. I'll make you some tea later." Tea I could spike too, if needed. As Mom headed back to the couch, Daddy cornered me by the fridge, his hand slipping under my skirt to cup my ass. "You added more?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"