All Chapters of Daddy Said To Stay Away From Girls Like Them: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Brian I stumbled back to my desk, drenched in a cold, agitated sweat. My heart hammered against my ribs. I yanked my suit jacket off and practically ripped open the top buttons of my shirt, shoving the sleeves up my forearms before turning the air conditioning down to its freezing limit. It did nothing to cool the fire in my blood. Lucky bastard. My mind spun with images of Maurice. Who the hell was he? What made him so special that Diana would risk everything to cheat on her billionaire husband with him? I envied him so fiercely it turned into a physical ache. I wanted to tear him away from her. I wanted to take his fucking place. I stared at the phone, debating whether to call Mr. Tega right then and blow the whole thing wide open. But the thought felt like a sickening betrayal. Diana had explicitly touched me, looked into my eyes, and asked me not to call him. Desperate for a distraction, I shoved my earphones in and grabbed my personal phone. I had never, ever watched po

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of musk, anticipation, and the sweet, electric tang of my own arousal. I’d explored every inch of my body, but tonight was my birthday, and I demanded more. I refused to leave a single inch of me unexplored, a single hole untouched. Brian’s spent cock glistened, slick with the cream of his release across my heaving breasts and stomach. Maurice, still on his knees, was lost in the worship of my center, his tongue a rhythmic, agonizingly slow tease. I moved my hips, pulling away from Maurice’s mouth. “That’s enough, Maurice,” I murmured, my voice a jagged edge of command as I combed my fingers through his hair. He pulled back, his lips stained and dripping with me. My slit throbbed, aching for the friction of something thick and hard. I turned to Tega, my husband, watching him from across the table. He reached for his glasses, and a laugh bubbled up in my throat, a sharp, breathless sound. “How are you even going to see through

Ever since freshman year, the school legends were the same: the "Sex Devils." My older brother, Chase, and his best friend, Carter. They were untouchable gods, barely acknowledging our existence. Everyone wanted them to look their way, to be scorched by their gaze. Chase was just my annoying brother, but Carter… he was a fever dream. “Drinks are in the freezer. I think we’re ready for the pool,” Savannah snapped, pulling me away from the party and into the quiet of the kitchen. She started pacing, biting at her cuticles. “Chase still hates me, doesn’t he?” “My brother doesn’t hate you, Sav.” “He won’t even show up to my party, even after Carter invited him!” she hissed, tears rimming her eyes. “He hates me.” “You left him for his best friend, Savannah,” I said, my voice dangerously soft. I wasn't judging her. At least not entirely. I wanted Carter, too. I wanted the man who had stolen my brother’s girlfriend and turned his world upside down. I couldn’t think of Chase like th

I slipped into the house, climbing the stairs until the dull roar of the party was nothing but a distant hum. I wanted to cry, but that felt too fragile, too honest. I locked myself in the bathroom to splash cold water on my burning face. As I turned to leave, my heart stuttered. A figure stood in the shadows of the room and I let out a ragged gasp, nearly dropping my bottle. “You can’t be that surprised to see me in my girlfriend’s room,” Carter drawled, a dark, predatory grin spreading across his face. He peeled himself off the bed stand, pacing toward the window. “Especially when it has such a stellar view of the pool.” I steadied my trembling hands, walking toward him. “Savannah is your girlfriend. I think that point is well understood.” “Savannah is my girlfriend in the same way Tyler is your boyfriend. Couples fight, Hal.” “So you’re one of the spectators who saw that little scene. Great.” I collapsed onto the bed, letting out a sharp, frustrated breath. “I’m

The party was winding down, but the house felt more suffocating than ever. Outside, the sky had bruised into thick, purple clouds that seemed to press against the glass. I’d been knocking back drinks to numb the hunger for Carter, but the alcohol only made my head swim. I stumbled into the kitchen, desperate for anything to soak up the spinning sensation. Savannah and Carter were huddled over the table, locked in a private bubble. I ignored them, shoving a slice of pizza into my mouth, washing it down with juice. "You’re so lucky," I muttered out of the blue, my gaze sliding to Savannah. She masked it with a practiced, elegant shrug, but I saw the flare of pride, that flicker of queen-bee vanity that she couldn't quite get rid of. She flashed those perfect, blinding teeth. "Why would you say that?" she asked, already purring. "Isn’t it obvious? You have the perfect boyfriend. Carter hasn't stopped bragging about you all night. I don't know what spell you have him unde