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I demanded. "No sweetie... not like that," he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word. "So why haven't you gone out on a date for the last four months?" "What?" "You used to date all the time, now you never do," I insisted. "But I ....," he stammered before I cut him off. "Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy," I said as I saw him about to protest. "I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters."

I asked, genuinely confused. He had texted me earlier saying a crisis at his family’s company demanded his full attention. Xavier was the only son of Lysander Gray Castellano, perhaps the most powerful billionaire in the city, a man who practically controlled the business landscape of Greenville. Xavier was the only heir, the one expected to shoulder the empire. Despite our four-year history, I had never met his father, Xavier always claimed his father was too busy. "As if I could miss this," Xavier said, a sweet smile softening his handsome face.

He looks rougher than I’ve ever seen him. The sharp, polished edges are gone, replaced by a raw, unshaven scruff and shadows under his bloodshot eyes. The refusal to sign the papers in Vegas, the no-show at the hearing—I met his stubbornness with silence. I cut all contact. My father is still a silent figure in a hospital bed. Zayne is awake, trapped in a body that doesn’t obey him, and I owe him my presence. That’s the debt I’m paying.

A woman Elena barely remembered. “I don’t know. When Mom died,” Elena said slowly, “Dad changed. He didn’t go wild or disappear. He just got quieter. Like some part of him shut off.” Avonlea didn’t interrupt. “He raised me all on his own. And he did everything right. He never brought another woman home. Never dated. There were no rumors. Not even gossip at his office.” “I know, he’s kind of like a unicorn, right? Single dad, no scandals, no random women in and out of the house. He’s ridiculously handsome and successful. And he’s been single for over a decade. Is he even real?”

my dad’s voice cut through the room and I saw him to my left with a glass in his hands. My dad is rather young, he is just forty four. He had me when he was nineteen years old and a trust fund baby like me. He has told me the story more times than I can count. He was frivolous with his money and enjoyed spending it on women. He met my mother in a night club and they had a one night stand. She realized she was pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to try to blackmail my father. She waited until she had given birth and appeared on his front porch with a baby in her hands.

I turned around and scoffed. “I’ve never met a woman so proud to be someone’s mistress before. Mother? Who do you think you are? “You expect me to believe that you’re actually in love with my old*ss father? Everyone can tell why you married him. Go bark somewhere else, Bumpkin.” Janice turned red. Wilda snickered and secretly gave me a thumbs-up. “You! I am not a mistress! I love my husband and he loves me too! Your dad stopped loving your old and ugly mom a long time ago!” She pointed at me angrily.

“The three of us worked together to hunt all the items on Emily’s list. Some of the items were too tall for any of us to reach alone, but we managed to defeat them when we borrowed each other’s strength. Emily’s very clever. She seemed to know everything even if we did not say it aloud. Instead of giving us an answer, she likes to ask us questions. Everyone had different answers all the time, but Emily never scolded us. She never hit us. She never told us we were wrong. She’s different, dad.” Dad… that was a term Darren was told to use outside of Blue Moon Mansion. He had never really thought of Richard as his father. However, after knowing Emily for a week, things changed. Unable to breathe

And now I felt nauseous. Dad gazed into her eyes, both trapped in the fond nostalgic memories they shared. “The only time I’ve ever let anyone off with owt,” Dad added, his eyes sparkling with adoration. My eyes flicked between Alex, Grayson, Lucas, and Mason, and a whimsical smile stretched my lips. Our story wasn’t like anything written in a romantic novel. Nothing quite as epic. More like a graphic porno that could be found in the fetish section of Lynn’s sex shop, titled ‘Ravished by the Beasts’ or something along those lines.

Also, as if to further accentuate his statements, he pushed himself firmly against me. “Do you feel that?” He growled the question, pressing harder. “Feel my erection, yeah?” “Uh, uh.” “Well, it’s all for you. And you’re going to take care of it for me. I’m not leaving until I’ve fucked you hard. Until I feel your pussy tightening and clamping around my cock. Until your moan echoes through this soundproof bathroom and I make you come repeatedly.” “Robert.” “Daddy! For God’s sake, call me Daddy. You know that shit turns me on.”

He didn't look like an older man at all; he possessed a powerful physique and a face that seemed to defy the passage of time. "I don't have any siblings, Angie. I'm an only child... my mother died giving birth to me. My father was all I had, but we don't get along because he’s a womanizer. He never keeps his word. He broke his promise to never replace my mother." Mark’s voice echoed in my memory. I recalled those lines from when we were still in the "getting to know each other" stage.