All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: A HOT COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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HIS DAUGHTER, HER BEST-FRIEND (3)

MAYA.We do eventually make it back downstairs.Dinner's not actually burned—Dalen had turned it off before we went upstairs, which shows impressive forethought considering how desperate we both were. We eat coq au vin wearing minimal clothing (him in boxers, me in his flannel shirt) and it's delicious and domestic and weirdly perfect."This is really good," I say around a mouthful."Told you I wouldn't poison you.""I had doubts.""Rude." But he's grinning.We're at the table, Christmas tree lights twinkling in the corner, and it feels surreal. Like we've done this a thousand times instead of this being the first."What are you thinking?" he asks."That I wish we'd done this sooner.""Yeah?" He reaches across the table, lacing our fingers together. "Me too. But Jess—""I know." I squeeze his hand. "We'll deal with that after.""After?""After we have this. Just for tonight. Tomorrow they'll all show up and we'll go back to normal, but right now—" I stand up, moving around the table t

HIS DAUGHTER, HER BEST-FRIEND (4)

MAYA.I'm naked and sore in all the best ways, and this is definitely Dalen's room.Last night really happened.I find his flannel on the floor and pull it on, padding downstairs barefoot. My hair's a mess and I probably look thoroughly fucked, but I don't care.Dalen's in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a fresh shirt, pouring coffee. He looks up when I appear and his whole expression softens."Morning, beautiful.""Morning." I accept the mug he hands me, wrapping both hands around it. "What time is it?""Almost ten." He leans against the counter, watching me. "You sleep okay?""Best sleep of my life." I take a sip. "You?""Same." His eyes trace over me in his shirt. "Though we didn't do much sleeping."Heat creeps up my neck. "No complaints here."We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other, and the weight of last night settles between us. All that passion and desperation and finally giving in to what we've wanted for seven years."That was—" I start."Incredible," he f

A STUDENT OR STRIPPER? (1)

TRINITY.The bass is pounding through my bones when I step onto the main stage.Thursday nights are always packed, but tonight feels different. The energy is charged, electric, and I'm feeding off it as I grab the pole in my signature red set—barely there scraps of lace that leave almost nothing to the imagination.I'm Daisy here. Not Trinity Lambert, graduate student drowning in debt and thesis anxiety. Just Daisy.The lights hit me and I begin to move, letting the music take over. This is the only time I feel completely free—when I'm dancing, when I'm in control, when nothing else matters.I'm mid-spin, hair flying, when I see him.Professor Damien Valor.Sitting alone in the front row, whiskey in hand, watching me with an intensity that makes my stomach flip.Holy shit.Our eyes lock and I see the exact moment recognition hits him. His expression shifts from casual interest, to shock, to something darker, hungrier.I don't miss a beat—I'm too professional for that—but my heart is h

A STUDENT OR STRIPPER? (2)

TRINITY.I stare at the money. That's more than I'd make all night."Why?" I ask quietly. "Why do you really want this?"He looks at me for a long moment. "Because I can't stop thinking about you. Haven't been able to since the semester started. And seeing you out there..." He runs a hand through his dark hair. "I need to see more. Need to understand this part of you."My pulse is racing. This is so far beyond inappropriate I can't even see the line anymore."Okay," I whisper.His eyes darken. "Yeah?""Yeah. But there are rules. No touching unless I say so. Understood?""Understood."I walk to the sound system and queue up a song. Something slow and dirty. When I turn back, he's settled into the chair, legs spread, watching me with that same intensity from before.I start to move, letting my body roll to the beat, hands sliding over my curves. His eyes track every movement, and I can see his jaw clench when I turn and give him my back, slowly rolling my hips."You do this every night?

A STUDENT OR STRIPPER? (3)

TRINITY.A week passes and I don't hear from him.I see him on campus, of course. In the halls, in the library once. Each time, our eyes meet and I remember his hands on me, his fingers inside me, the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.Thursday night, I'm getting ready for my shift when Mai, one of the managers, finds me."Daisy. You've been requested for an outcall."I freeze. "What? I don't do outcalls.""You do tonight. Client specifically asked for you. Already paid a deposit that's worth more than you make in a month." She hands me an address. "Car's waiting."I look at the address and my stomach flips.Uptown. The expensive part. The part where people like me don't live."Who requested me?""Didn't give a name. Just said to send Daisy and only Daisy."I know. Of course I know.The car is a black town car with a driver who doesn't speak to me. We drive for twenty minutes into increasingly wealthy neighborhoods until we pull up to a high-rise that overlo

A STUDENT OR STRIPPER? (4)

TRINITY.I walk to him and he pulls me onto his lap, straddling him. This time there's nothing between us but his clothes, and I can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against my bare pussy through his jeans."You're overdressed," I say."Fix it."I start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing hard muscle and scattered tattoos I never would have guessed at. My hands explore his chest and he makes this low sound that goes straight between my legs."You like touching me?" he asks."Yes.""Good. Because I'm going to let you touch me anywhere you want. And then I'm going to return the favor."I finish with his shirt and he shrugs it off. Then his hands are on me, sliding up my thighs to grip my ass, guiding me to grind against him."Can feel how wet you are," he groans. "Soaking through my jeans. You want my cock that badly?""Yes—""Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want.""I want you inside me. Want to feel you. Want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name.""Jesus Christ." He s

A STUDENT OR STRIPPER? (5)

TRINITY.I wake up to morning light and an empty bed.Then I hear movement from somewhere in the apartment.I sit up, wincing at the pleasant soreness between my legs. We fucked three more times last night, each one more intense than the last, and I can still feel him.There's a silk robe laid out at the foot of the bed. I put it on and follow the sound of movement to the kitchen.Damien's there, wearing just pajama pants, making coffee. He looks up when I enter and smiles."Morning.""Hi."He pours me a cup and I take it gratefully, wrapping my hands around the warm mug."We need to talk," he says.My stomach clenches. "Okay.""Come sit."We sit at his dining table, which probably costs more than my car, and he studies me for a moment."I have a proposition for you.""I'm listening.""I want to hire you. Exclusively."I nearly choke on my coffee. "What?""Quit the club. Quit any other jobs you have. I'll cover all your expenses—tuition, rent, books, living costs. Everything." He pull

I DON'T FUCK STEP-BROTHERS (1)

TALI.I hate my mother.That's the thought running through my head as I down my third whiskey sour, sitting alone at the hotel bar like some kind of cliché. But it's true. I fucking hate her.Not in a normal "mom's annoying" way. In a deep, visceral way that makes me want to scream every time she calls.This is husband number four. Four. I'm twenty-six years old and I've had four different last names. Four different "dads" who all eventually figured out what I knew from day one—my mother is a black hole of need disguised as a woman.And now she wants me to play happy family with this new guy and his perfect son.I signal the bartender for another drink."Rough night?"The voice comes from my left. Deep. Smooth. The kind of voice that makes you think of expensive sheets and bad decisions.I turn and—Oh.He's beautiful in a way that's almost unsettling. Dark hair, darker eyes, sharp jawline, wearing a black shirt that probably costs more than my rent. Mid-thirties, maybe. There's somet

I DON'T FUCK STEP-BROTHERS (2)

TALI.His apartment is obscene.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Sleek furniture that looks like art. A kitchen that's bigger than my entire apartment. Everything's black and white and chrome, sterile and expensive."Drink?" he offers, heading to the bar."I've had enough.""Probably." But he pours two glasses of something amber anyway.I'm standing in the middle of his living room, suddenly very aware that I'm alone in a stranger's apartment. A stranger who admitted to hurting people.This is how women end up on true crime podcasts."Relax," Cain says, handing me a glass. "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have brought you somewhere with security cameras in the elevator.""That's not as comforting as you think it is."He laughs. Actually laughs. "Fair point."We drink in silence. I walk to the windows, looking out at the city lights below. It's beautiful up here. Removed from everything."Why'd you bring me here?" I ask."Because you wanted to come.""That's no

I DON'T FUCK STEP-BROTHERS (3)

TALI.The restaurant my mother chose is, of course, absurdly expensive.I show up fifteen minutes late wearing a black dress that's too nice for a family dinner, my hair still damp from the shower. I'm hungover and sore in places that remind me of last night, and I really, really don't want to be here.The hostess leads me to a private room in the back where I can already hear my mother's laugh. That high, performative laugh she does when she wants everyone to think she's delightful.I push open the door and—Time stops.Sitting across from my mother, next to a man who must be her new husband, is Cain.No. Not Cain.But it's definitely him. Same dark hair. Same sharp jawline. Same eyes that are currently locked on mine with an expression I can't read."Tali!" My mother jumps up, rushing over to hug me. "You're late. Come meet everyone!"I can't move. Can't breathe. Can't process what I'm seeing."This is Richard," she says, gesturing to the older man who's standing now, smiling warmly

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