All Chapters of Daddy's little princess : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Claire's POV My feet fumbled across the room as I made my way out, knowing that there was no way I would stay here. I had to leave. I had to leave Jerald. At least now it made sense why he was doing all of those. Why he had suddenly gotten better. It was the guilt and not that he believed that I loved him. His mum. She was kind, but she... now I knew what the tea was for. I knew what it was in there. It was to make sure that I didn't get complications afterward. I thought she loved me. I thought we had built some bonds. That she wasn't going to hurt me. I thought she was going to hold onto all of that, but she had hurt me. Broke me in the worst way possible. I didn't know how exactly I had managed to step out, but I did and had stopped a cab before getting in after giving directions to the shared apartment I had with Elena. "Here." I handed a dollar bill to the driver, who was glad that he had gotten a tip before he drove away. My hands fumbled for my key when I could barely inse

Jerald's POV " Decide to what?" I demanded as I inched closer wanting to know what exactly it was that he was on about. There had to be one thing and only one reason I was there and that was to know if she was with him, but seeing what he had just said made it all sound suspicious. "You know..." he began with a smile. " I was wondering when it would come but where is she?" My heart dipped further than it already did at his words. " I am not here with her." I gave an answer when he scoffed. " You know, I should be worried, but I don't think I am, waiter." He held a finger up, signalling at him to come over. I glared, wanting to know what it was. " I will take a milkshake and maybe a croissant." His face melted into a smile when the waiter walked away. " Who are you to her?" I questioned, needing to be certain even when I could tell that he had to be the one who had abandoned her. Why was he back? My hands clenched. I had to be out of here. " Oh, seeing how she isn't here maybe

Jerald's POV " You can't keep being like this. You have been at this for over a year now, how much longer is it going to take?" Max asked while my fingers ran on the keyboard before slamming hard on it. "What?" I turned to him with bloodshot eyes. " What do you want?" I demanded when he stared hard at me. " What exactly do you want? I am working."" You are not, since she left, you haven't been yourself, everyone is worried." He explained. " Well, they shouldn't be." I responded because I couldn't see what it was that they would be worried about. She was my life before she left and now that she has gone. Did they just expect me to live on like that? As though I haven't lost someone I wanted in my life forever?" Everyone is worried, Jerald. The app you placed out there which is meant to find her will do the work for you so why don't you just be calm and let it do just that?"My hand ran through my hair. Why was it that I was the only one being this way? Was she this way wherever s

Jerald's POV I should be vexed but why the hell was I not mad at her? Was it because we weren't together anymore and as such she could do whatever she wanted?Well, certainly I hadn't expected that what I would see would be her getting banged by someone who wasn't me, but maybe I should have thought about that, but I didn't want to harm her for it, I was going to fuck him out of her system, but I wanted to kill him. It was over a year, over a year and all I wanted to do was have her in my arms. I wasn't going to leave without her. Not even with what had greeted my eyes. She stared at me. Not stare but glared at me like I was obstructing what she could term was the best sex of her life when I could have sworn I had given her better. I let my eyes travel down to whoever she was with, a competitor I would have termed him, but I knew that he wouldn't be one, not when he wasn't as big as me. She pushed him off, contemplating what to do when I took note of the playsuit he was on, was t

Claire's POV I hated how hard my heart stomped even after he had left and how I had stood, glancing at his disappearing figure until he was out. My appetite was ruined because my thoughts were filled with images of him barely after he had left. Jerald had left, but like an unending ache, his presence remained, sticking even closer to me. Somehow, when I was so certain that I had gotten over him, I was conflicted with the same thoughts over and over again. The ones of when we were happy just being together. It had all happened in such a short span of time that it ought to have seemed irrelevant, but that wasn't the way it was to me. I wasn't pissed about the pregnancy, maybe because I wasn't ready for them. At least not yet, and I would have thought twice before keeping them. What I had hated was the fact that he had hid the truth away from me when it was my right to know.I shook my head at the thought, which streamed in their multitudes, before a hand snaked itself around me, pu