Daddy Dearest X Keith Novelas e Histórias

"Sophia, I know this is difficult for you, but I didn't want to keep our relationship a secret from you. Kayla means a lot to me." I clenched my fists, feeling the anger surge within me. "Kayla? Dad, she looks like a gold digger. You can't be serious about this." My father's eyes flared with irritation. "Sophia, don't judge her without knowing her. Kayla is a wonderful person, and she's not interested in my money." I scoffed, finding it hard to believe his words. "Oh, right. I'm sure she's just madly in love with you for your charming personality."

Some documents on the table flew away and even a cup of coffee fell to the ground. Debby's heart skipped. The man looked very dangerous. He really didn't know anything about him but just within the few minutes that she had been here, she can already tell that this man was full of peril. The CEO left his desk and took a step towards her, "Broderick Alessandro killed my father, my mother and the only two sisters I had many years ago." He said this with a painful heart. His eyes had turned very red like that of a blood sucking beast.

Alec squeezed his shoulders, "It's your big day. You should be smiling now," "I'm trying," Keith rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm just a little scared," "Of what?" Alec lifted a brow, "I promise, my sister is never going to make you a poisoned soup," Keith chuckled, "Not that, you idiot. I'm scared I won't be the husband she truly deserves," The smile dropped on Alec's face, "What are you saying, my friend? I told you before. I wouldn't let her marry anyone but you. You're a good man, Keith,"

W Group growing and becoming one of the largest corporations in the world. Katy first saw Kevin in a newspaper when she was in college. At first, she planned to find a werewolf in college. Parties are a condition great for getting men's sperm. Katy wants her baby to be a werewolf. And only being a werewolf can the baby have a brighter future. But that simple thought of hers disappeared when she came across Kevin's picture in the newspaper. Article about W group heir, perfect CEO, lover every woman's dream. Kevin wears a well-cut suit, shirt white shirt worn underneath, and buttons unbuttoned. You are like a god unreal. Just looking at it drives both men and women crazy.

He averted his eyes from somewhere to me and smiled widely, " So fast, dude. Hop, hop. Your work is done!" I replied accepting the coffee from a girl waiter who smiled at me flirtatiously, " Say it now, dude. What did Finn do?" I ignored her knowing smile since I couldn't anger my princess anymore. She was already so mad at me that she didn't return to my home. Fuck! Her moans were hot as hell. Kevin continued putting down his mug aside, " Her name is Keith. She is his youngest daughter. Before that, coach Jonathan had another daughter who committed suicide because some punk had cheated on her and licked their personal videos."

Sienna's throat tightened, and she gently reminded him, "Dad, don't you remember? Mom passed away eight years ago." He frowned, looking confused. "No, not her. I mean your other mother, Kate Hamilton. I'd like to have a word with her." Sienna's heart skipped a beat, shock washing over her. "What? How do you know about Kate Hamilton, Dad?" She stared at him, searching for answers in his eyes. George's expression became hazy, his thoughts muddled by his dementia. He struggled to find the right words, but it was evident that he was losing his grip on the conversation.

Adrian sat behind the wheel in a casual yet expensive suit, focused on the road with a flat, unreadable expression. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the rows of trees blur past. Finally, my curiosity became unbearable. "Who are you, really? And who is your father?" Adrian didn't look my way. His fingers tapped the steering wheel in a steady rhythm. "I am your brother, and he is your father. Isn't that what's written on your mother's marriage certificate?" "Don't play games with me. I heard your conversation last night," I hissed, emboldened. "You were talking about shipments and making people vanish. That's not the language of a real estate businessman."

This is the stillness of a man whose worst fear has just been handed a name and a location and a timestamp. Kane. Younger than me. Easier than me. A man who exists in rooms without armor because he has never needed armor, who laughs with his whole face, who works for her father and has no debt to collect and no fifteen years of damage sitting between him and the simplest version of wanting her. I sit with the report for two hours.

His other arm banded around her waist, holding her steady as he continued to thrust into her from behind. She was on her knees now, supported only by his iron grip. She leaned back into him, her head falling against his shoulder. Her breasts bounced with each brutal thrust, the movement drawing Michele's hungry gaze. He descended on her like a starving man. His hands found her breasts, palming the soft weight before delivering sharp, stinging spanks to each aching mound. The impact sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure ricocheting through her body and she cried out loud. "Aaaahhh! Daddy!" she wailed, her voice cracking.