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Audrey said when their bout of laughter ended and Maddie sighed, heavily. "But it ain't trival. You know how men can be with matters concerning their ego," Maddie pointed out. "You said it yourself, that Andrew loves you. You think he would really just sit back and let his dad fire you?" Audrey pressed. "Jake Conat loves his son more than anything in this world including his f**king ego. Everyone knows how much he loves his son. You ain't getting fired. Now go sleep on your really comfy looking bed and dream about walking down the aisle with some billionaire," Audrey ended. Maddie chuckled and Audrey echoed her chuckle.

He is also a psychologist which helps Emma to get over the pain. He treats her like her own kid while the man himself has a son and daughter who left them a few years ago. His son stays in San Francisco and comes once a year at Christmas. He stays in a living relationship with an American lady and she doesn't want to shift here with his dad so he stays there as well. Emma feels bad for him as even at this age he is staying alone and tries her best to accompany him. "So, Emma Addison, what's going on in your head? You seem happy today", he asks and she blushes lightly.

“You’ve never met her before and you might not really like.” “I will accept her, dad,” I reassured him. “She is the woman you are in love with, isn’t she? That’s all that matters.” My dad, Caleb Connor, is a rich businessman. He had several investments, yielding returns and making him a billionaire. Even at fifty-one, I was all he had. My mother died right after I was born and I was raised by my dad. I had nannies growing up but it was nothing compared to having a mother. My dad refused to remarry as he didn’t want me to be maltreated by a step-mom. I supported the move during my teenage days but the moment I became emotionally mature, I got to find out how difficult it had been for my dad,

"I’m busy. And honestly, most of the guys at school are… complicated. They want to party, or they’re not looking for anything serious, or they’re just not my type." "Not your type," Mom scoffed. "Finn, honey, your type is 'fictional.' You spend all your time reading those romance novels where the men are billionaires or werewolves. Real boys don't have fangs and private jets. Real boys have messy dorm rooms and awkward first dates, but you have to actually go on the dates to find that out." My dad let out a small snort of laughter, then quickly turned it into a cough when Mom glared at him.

She was grinning at me then she whispered to the little kid, and looked at me. "Bye daddy! Go find me a new mommy!" She laughed at the same time as Angelica, that made me grin as I was trying to hold my laughter. It was evident that this was not his wanting, that he didn't actually want to go on this date. That made me sighed on the inside, as I was actually a bit upset that he might have a loved one already. Woah....where did that come from? He's "The sexy yet annoying coffee place owner that judge my coffee order."

I admitted. “About the job?” she inquired. I thought about Cain for half a second too long. Nicole sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “Girl.” “It’s complicated,” I murmured. “No,” she countered, standing from the couch to point toward me. “What it is, is hot.” I laughed despite myself while digging through my closet again. “You are the least helpful and strangest daughter alive.” “And yet, I’m right. And I don't mind the fact you're infatuated with Dad,” she answered with a smirk.

I will never bind myself to a woman just because I feel forced to do the right thing. "Sir Mark, you may go inside now," my father's secretary said as she stepped out of his office. She was the first person I met, so I asked her to check on my father so I wouldn't disturb him unexpectedly. Rumors were circulating on the ground floor when I arrived that my dad had brought a woman to his office. Honestly, this wasn't news to me. My dad is a womanizer. I know he looks for women to satisfy his desires. Even in his late 40s, he still has a high sex drive, so hearing about his affairs never surprises me.

He looked like a man who had been arguing with himself for a long time and had finally stopped. He kissed me harder. His hand gripped the back of my neck, his mouth taking me apart. I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back with four years of wanting behind it and the sound he made low in his chest went straight through me. "Rafael..." I breathed against his mouth. "We can't..." "Why not?" He asked, his lips moved to my jaw, my throat. I tipped my head back without meaning to and his mouth followed. "Because... because Chloe is my best friend," I stammered. "You're her father and I live here, and-"

I want him to stretch that huge body the full length of mine, and take me, just take me like he did last night, like he did this morning. My gaze focuses on his lips now, those lips that know my most intimate places and parts. God, the man can kiss, he kisses like the devil himself – and suddenly, I know that I’ll sell her soul right here and right now for a kiss from Daddy. Just one. What would one hurt? No, no, no. We still have work to do, and there are staff right outside the library door. No. “Baby girl,” he murmurs now, his voice lower than usual. “You’re staring at me. What are you thinking?”

my father replied, eyebrow raised but somewhat sarcastically. Adrien just smiled, casual as ever, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. “Most young girls her age would rather choose to be with their boyfriends than return to their fathers who made their lives miserable. I’m sure Rochelle is with her lover.” The word ‘lover’ fluttered through the air, mixing with my emotions. I couldn’t decide whether to be embarrassed or flattered. I smiled slightly, amused at how Adrien always painted a picture that made me feel loved and cared for, even in my father’s critical absence.