All Chapters of Oops I Called Your Father “Daddy”: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I reached the bedroom door.It wasn’t fully closed.And that was when I heard it.I pushed it open.Mason was on his back.Logan was on top of him.And my husband was moaning into another man’s mouth.Logan’s hand was wrapped around him, stroking slow and tight, and every time he twisted his wrist Mason let out this little “fuck… right there” that I had never once heard in five years of marriage.Their mouths kept missing and catching again, spit shiny between them, and Logan was grinding down against him while Mason’s hips kept lifting off the bed like he couldn’t stay still.“Just like that,” Mason breathed. “Don’t stop… don’t fucking stop.”“Shit… Logan… right there… fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…”I just stood there.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t blink.I watched my husband’s head tip back into the pillow.I watched his mouth fall open against Logan’s.I watched the way his stomach tightened every time that hand moved faster.“You feel that?” Logan muttered against his skin. “You’v

I came back holding the thing with two fingers like it had personally ruined my credit score.Nia’s whole face lit up like Christmas had come early.“Yes. Perfect. Beautiful. Now come closer. You’re Logan. I’m Mason. Set the scene properly. I want the full anniversary experience. Don’t half-ass it. I need the energy. I need the commitment. I need to understand why your husband was moaning like he was receiving revelation.”I looked down at her on the floor, dildo in my hand, wine in my system, marriage in the trash, and genuinely wondered how this became my life.“I hate you so much right now.”She grinned up at me like this was the best night of her year.“I know you do. Now get in character. And don’t you dare be shy with the moaning. I need full accuracy. Give me what Mason gave Logan. I want to feel the betrayal in real time.”“I’m not moaning for you.”“You are Logan right now. Logan moaned. Logan participated. Logan was committed to the performance. Stop being a weak co-star and

“No, I can’t go in there.” Nia stopped so suddenly that I nearly walked straight into her back. She turned around on the dock, one hand holding her clutch and the other planted on her hip, staring at me like I had just announced I wanted to swim home. “What the fuck is no?” I looked past her at the yacht again. “Nia, look at these people. They all look like they have private chefs and offshore accounts. I cannot go in there looking like this.” She looked me up and down. “Looking like what? Fine as fuck?” “Nia.” “What?” She grabbed my shoulders. “You are fine, girl. Do you hear me? Fine. Your ass is sitting in that dress like it pays rent, your titties are one deep breath away from causing a maritime emergency, and your face looks expensive. Stop acting like you came here wearing a church choir uniform.” I glanced toward the entrance again. “What if someone recognizes me?” “You have your mask on.” She tapped the black lace covering half my face. “No one will recognize you.