All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RomanIf there is one thing I’ve come to hate the most, it’s sitting across from Gerald Cole, a short, portly man with a balding head, and playing the perfect son-in-law-to-be.I don’t like the old man one bit and I hate that I put up with him just for some fucking alliance. But here I am. In his ostentatious study with its dark wood paneling and leather-bound books that probably haven’t been opened in decades. Oil paintings of stern-faced ancestors staring down from the walls. A mahogany desk the size of a small car.He called this meeting. Said we needed to discuss the final details of the alliance before the wedding. Make sure we’re aligned on expectations and timelines.What he really means is he wants to make sure I’m still committed to marrying his wasteful daughter.He’s still talking. Something about timelines and contract clauses and the seamless transition of power once the wedding is finalized.I’m only half listening.My mind is elsewhere. On a specific set of fierce eyes

RomanFifteen minutes later, James is driving us down Clement Avenue where her phone last pinged. The rain picked up almost as soon as we pulled out of the Cole residence driveway, coming down in heavy sheets that pound against the windshield.My heart is hammering against my ribs.The need to get to Raven and make sure she’s safe is riding me hard. I have no real reason to think she’s in danger, but I still don’t like the fact that she’s not answering my calls and Thomas confirmed she isn’t home.“Her phone’s close, sir,” James says, eyes on the tracker on his dashboard. “Should be just ahead on the left.”He slows the limo to a crawl as we scan the rain-soaked sidewalks.The street is mostly empty. A few cars were parked along the curb. Streetlights cast yellow pools of light on wet pavement.Then I see them.Four figures in the shadows between two buildings. Three men. One woman.No.Not just any woman.The car’s headlights sweep across them and I see it clearly.Raven.She’s strug

RavenRoman is driving me absolutely crazy and he knows it. He knows exactly what I need yet he is intentionally denying me.He will use his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, anything to make me scream and shatter but when it comes to his cock he pulls away, leaving me empty and throbbing and begging for the one thing I truly want.I can’t stop watching him. I try my hardest not to stare at this man, but I can’t keep my eyes away.I wrap my arms around my chest, looking at him as he makes a phone call about some contracts, so composed. Like his face wasn’t just buried between my legs moments ago. Like he didn’t just lick me until I saw stars, until I was shaking so hard I thought I would break.That’s one thing with Roman—he touches me one minute, and the next he acts like I don’t even exist. Like I’m something forbidden, and he hates that he touched me.Guilt. That’s what I see eating him up to the point he can’t look at me, and when I do catch him, he always turns away.“You should st

RavenI hold the phone to my ear, walking back and forth in front of the window while the morning sun filters through the curtains.“Girl, are you sure you’re okay?” Anaya’s voice comes through, still sounding a little tired but relieved. “I felt so bad leaving you like that. My mind has just been all over the place with Mum.”“I’m fine, I promise.” I lie smoothly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.I can’t tell her. I can’t tell anyone. How do you explain to your best friend that you were almost raped, and then the man you are in love with shot the guy multiple times in front of you? It sounds like a movie. It sounds insane.And the images are still flashing behind my eyes every time I close them—the blood, the sound of the gunshots, the way Roman looked so calm while he did it.“I got a ride actually,” I say instead. “Someone came and picked me up. Got me home safe.”“Thank God.” She breathes out. “I was worried sick. Okay, good. Mum is doing much better now, by the way. The do

RomanThe zipper moves down tooth by tooth. The sound is covered by traffic noise and Vivienne’s voice droning on about wedding details.“The cake tasting is on Thursday. You promised you’d be there this time. No excuses about work or meetings or anything else. You promised, Roman.”“I’ll be there,” I manage to say.Raven’s hand slips inside my pants and inside my boxer briefs. Her fingers wrap around my bare cock and I have to close my eyes.Fuck.Her hand is small and soft and wrapped around me firmly enough that my breath stops. She strokes me from base to tip in one long pull.I feel precum leak from the head.“And we need to discuss the honeymoon,” Vivienne continues. “I want two weeks in the Maldives but your assistant said you can only do one week because of some acquisition in Singapore.”“We’ll figure it out.” My voice sounds strained. I clear my throat and try again. “One week is fine.”“One week is not fine. This is our honeymoon. It should be special.”Raven strokes me aga