All Chapters of Just One Night to Own Me, Daddies: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AIDENWhen I was a boy of fifteen, a man of twenty, and even a man of twenty five, all I wanted to have was a successful business. I didn’t come from money like the rest of my classmates, but my mother made sure I never lacked anything.The best schools she could afford? I went there.Extracurricular? Did those.Anything that would make me a well rounded man with a good head for numbers, she made sure I did every one of that. So when she got into an accident that got her bedridden the moment I entered college, I got to see the world through a different lens. It took me some time to adjust to everything, but spending the last six months with my mother before she died made everything bearable.I became the best son, doing every single thing to honor her name and make sure she will never be forgotten.And for years, I felt like I was doing the right thing by putting in the work and making sure everything was okay. But right now, I didn’t feel that same urge to put in the work because thi

JANICEAiden’s mouth was still on mine.He was kissing me… kissing me… fucking kissing me. And because I was a woman with needs, I kissed the asshole back, lost in the familiar heat, the anger, the need to feel something other than the crushing weight of everything else and Valentina’s words which kept on trying to find a way in.But… what the fuck was I doing?Kissing Aiden wouldn’t help me stand my ground the way I wanted. Kissing Aiden wouldn’t do anything for me.I pulled away from him, ignoring the way I was breathing hard, while I shoved at his chest.“I’m leaving. There’s nothing for me here,” I choked the words out, keeping my eyes at the edge of Calder’s bed, before turning my gaze upwards to those half-lidded eyes. “And for your information, this changes nothing.”Calder’s raspy voice cut through the tension. “You know, Janice.” Shit. I hate when he used my actual name. I… hate when Calder used my actual name. “I heard you. Not everything but there were moments when I would

LUCIANTWELVE YEARS OF AGEDull.That was the only word I could use to describe the day. Dull yet a bit amusing, to be more accurate. I tried not to roll my eyes as I watched mother try and reason with the two years old for the fourth time within two hours from my place on the window seat. The first time I watched her do this, she needed him to sleep. He didn’t. Now she needed to change his very smelly diapers.Who even reasoned with a two year old?“Luci… Lucy…” The little thing babbled, stretching out his arms towards me, fingers opening and closing like he was trying to grab me from across the room. “Go to… I wan tew go tew Luci…”Absolutely not.“Lucian wouldn’t want that, Elias,” she muttered, then proceeded to coo nonsense words at him, pressing kisses to his forehead, his nose, his tiny hands. Elias giggled and reached for her hair, pulling at the strands with delight.The brat looked exactly like me when I was a kid—chubby cheeks, dark curls, and an endless supply of energy th

JANICECALDER: So the doctors said I’m doing better now. Healing faster than anyone else he’s ever seen, darling.CALDER: I mean, with my genes, what else can be expected?That one made me laugh so hard I almost got orange juice squirting out of my nose.CALDER: I’ve been thinking of how good you looked when Aiden was on his knees, eating you up like you were his favorite meal.CALDER: You probably are.So there it was. An awake Calder who was supposed to stay away from his phone or any device with a screen and just rest was texting me multiple times irrespective of the fact that he hadn’t gotten a single response from me.Was this his idea of letting me go?If it was, it was a very shitty and unhealthy one. For every party involved.The freeway stretched ahead, skies as clear as day, and not a single person in sight. Just how I wanted our road trip to be.Nancy sat in the passenger seat, legs curled under her, singing at the top of her lungs to the playlist Jamal had made for her. Th

JANICEIt was so cold.Everywhere was so fucking cold.I shook myself violently, teeth chattering, my body trying desperately to curl in on itself as much as it could, without getting burned by the rope. The air here had this dampness to it that made it kind of heavy—I did not know a place like this. It felt like I had tiny humans hammering at the insides of my head with all the strength they could muster, adding this deep, dizzying fog that made it hard to focus.Everything was blurry—shapes and shadows that wouldn’t quite come into focus.I looked down at my chest.The plain white t-shirt I had worn this morning was stained red and torn open. So was my bra. My breasts were completely exposed to all and sundry, nipples hardened from the cold. That wasn’t the only absurd thing. I was also drenched—soaked to the skin like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over me. The wetness clung to me, making me shiver even harder.Where was I?Why were there men around?Yeah… that was right.