บททั้งหมดของ Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

ZOE’S POV It was sinful. God, it was so sinful. Standing there with my hand between my thighs, my fingers slick and trembling, while Julian sat back watching me like he owned me—it was filthy. But it was also the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life. My chest rose and fell too fast, the heavy drag of air burning my throat. Goosebumps rippled across my skin, my nipples so tight they ached with every brush of steam. I’d touched myself before, of course, but never like this. Never with someone’s gaze locked on me, stripping me bare without lifting a single finger. Never with Liam. Liam never cared. His pleasure always came first—quick, messy, and thoughtless. He never looked at me the way Julian was looking now, like I was something worth savoring. Like my body was his to command. I never once imagined giving myself away like this in front of a man, yet here I was, spread open for him, because some part of me wanted to please him more than I wanted my next breath. Julian was

ZOE’S POV “Are you serious?” I blurted, staring at the document I held in my hand.It was a contract but not a legal contract in the heavy, corporate official style.Though, with Julian, I shouldn’t have been surprised. The man was meticulous with everything.Title; Personal Agreement of Sexual Intimacy and Conduct. “You actually drafted a contract?” I looked up at him in disbelief.He didn’t look the least bit fluttered. He leaned against the counter, his hands tucked in his pockets, watching me with that unreadable expression that always made me feel stripped bare. “Yes I did—and I'd love for you to read it,” he said simply.I dragged in a breath and lowered my gaze to the page again. My pulse jumped when I read the first clause aloud.Clause One: All business interactions remain professional.No physical intimacy or discussion of the arrangement will occur in office environments or business-related functions.My eyebrows pulled together. “So you’re… separating business from pleasu

ZOE’S POV By the time the laughter between us faded, Lani was still shaking her head, that teasing grin softening into something warmer. “Zoe,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my hand, “you know I love hearing about your scandalous adventures, but for real — how are you? What’s the next step for you now?” Her tone was softer now, the kind that forced me to stop pretending to be okay. I hesitated, then sighed. “I think I’m done pretending I’m okay with Liam still in the house, I need to kick him out. For good.” Lani’s expression turned serious. She reached over, squeezing my hand. “Then do it. I’ve got your back. Always.” Her certainty steadied me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. She got to her feet, grabbing her purse. “Come on. Let’s head home. I was only at the shop because one of my clients had a last-minute Sunday emergency and she wanted no one touching her hair but me. Marcus is probably starving by now. I left him with a nanny but he doesn’t eat Sunday me

ZOE’S POV I woke up on Monday morning feeling a bit gloomy due to the notification I had gotten yesterday about being taken off the family trust. As if that wasn't bad enough, my father had sent a message before I went to bed. I stared at my phone for a long moment, the message still sitting at the top of my notifications — “You’re no longer part of this family, Zoe. Don’t contact me again.” A clean cut. Just like that, like I was never his child to begin with. I swallowed, forcing the lump down my throat. I could’ve spent the day hiding under my sheets, feeling sorry for myself, replaying the moment the ground fell out from beneath my feet. But that wasn’t me. That couldn’t be me. I refuse to be beaten down and trampled upon anymore. If he wanted to erase me from his life, fine. I’d show him that I could exist just fine outside the shadow of his name. So instead of taking my last day off, I said fuck it and got out of bed. I took a long shower, brushed my hair and pinn

ZOE’S POV “Maybe you shouldn't have come at all.” I bit out as my hand tightened around my bag. I turned away before the familiar ache in my chest could find a foothold.  I looked around subtly,to make sure we didn't have an audience but just as I feared, the security and a few of my colleagues were idling around,pretending that they weren't listening. Oh for the love of God.  I turned and started walking away trying to look for a more secluded spot. The sound of my heels against the pavement echoed through the quiet street, a rhythm that matched the irritation burning through my veins. “Zoe, wait—please!” Liam’s voice followed me sounding desperate but I  ignored it. I didn't have to turn around to know that he had a desperate, pleading, pathetic look on his face. But then I heard his footsteps quicken behind me as he caught up with me and th