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Your Dad's Perfect A Plan
IzzyThe rest of the day at work is nothing but tension, a thick, silent weight between Zade and me. He barely looks at me, his presence like a wall I can’t break through. He kissed me—just for a brief moment, I felt him give in, let down his guard, and the fear holding him back disappeared. But now, it’s like he regrets every second of it, avoiding me like I’m some kind of plague.Grabbing my bag, I start to pack up, feeling the sting of rejection still fresh. The memory of that kiss is so vivid, yet here I am, pretending it doesn’t matter, pretending he didn’t tear himself away like I was something he should never have touched.“Izzy, here,” Zade’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. I look up, surprised to see him waiting by the office door, his face unreadable. I step inside, hovering just inside the threshold, not wanting to close the distance between us.“I’m sorry for kissing you,” he says, his voice low and strained. “It was wrong. And… I’m sorry for snapping afterward too.”The w
Your Dad's Perfect Dancing
IzzyI fix the blonde wig, adjusting it so it feels natural, the soft curls framing my face in a way that makes me look… different. Like someone I’m pretending to be, someone who’s fearless. Following the directions Hailey gave, I make my way backstage, stepping into a world buzzing with energy. Dancers are scattered around, chatting, adjusting their costumes—or lack thereof—completely unfazed by their nudity.Hailey catches sight of me, her expression sharp. “Alright, for this, you stay on stage, dance, strip, and use the pole if you can. Everything comes off, Izzy. If you can’t do that, then you should walk out now.”I swallow but nod confidently. “I’m fine with stripping.”A woman lounging nearby laughs, her eyes glinting with amusement. She’s sitting completely naked, comfortable and at ease. “Really?” she smirks. “You look like someone who hasn’t even had her cherry popped.”She isn’t wrong, and her words make my stomach twist. But I hold my head high, meeting her gaze. “You woul
Your Dad's Perfect Him
IzzyI step into the room and my heart stutters. Shit. Hailey said a customer. But this… this isn’t a customer. He owns this place. Zade sits in the chair, his eyes already fixed on me, waiting in that intense, silent way of his.All those eyes out there, all those men watching me on stage—that felt easy compared to this. Here, alone, under Zade’s gaze, I feel stripped down in a way I hadn’t expected. Taking a shaky step forward, I feel his eyes trace my every movement as though he’s dissecting every inch of me.Is this part of the test? Does he decide if I get the job? His gaze doesn’t soften or give anything away; it just holds steady, unblinking. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to find my calm. He doesn’t know it’s me, I remind myself. The wig, the mask—they protect me. He’ll never know.The music starts, a steady, seductive beat, and I let it seep into my bones, letting it guide me as I start to move. I step over to the pole in the middle of the room, my body swaying, my fing
Your Dad's Perfect Needing More
IzzyI slip into the changing rooms, feeling the adrenaline still buzzing in my veins. Quickly, I snap a picture of myself in the blonde wig, making sure it’s just enough to capture the look without being too revealing. I change out of the outfit and leave the club, my thoughts racing. The last thing I need is to run into Zade and risk him piecing things together.The walk to his and Gray’s place feels like a mission, every step driving me closer to my plan. When I finally get inside, I look around, calling out, “Gray?”“Through here, Iz. What’s up?” His voice comes from a doorway down the hall, and I make my way in, finding him alone in his office. Perfect.I step in, trying to appear casual, but I’m brimming with nerves. “I need your help, but you can’t tell anyone,” I say, my eyes wide and pleading.Gray’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “What sort of help? Are you in trouble?” he asks, his tone edged with concern.“No, no, nothing like that,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “I… I need
Your Dad's Perfect Punishing Myself
ZadeLast night unsettled me in a way I haven’t felt in years. Sitting there with that woman dancing on me, I was captivated, truly captivated. Something about her felt strangely familiar like I should know her somehow, but I couldn’t place it. She moved with a confidence that demanded attention and drew me in like a siren call. For the first time, I found myself considering breaking my own rules—actually making a move on someone who worked at the club. But I pushed the thought away, uncertain if it was because she intrigued me or if it was because my mind was clouded with thoughts of Izzy.This morning, I couldn’t shake it, so I took the day off. Everyone thinks I’m tied up in meetings, but I’m actually hiding. From myself, mostly. Because when my mind drifts, it keeps taking me back to that kiss with Izzy—the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body close to mine, the way, for one brief moment, I forgot who she was, forgot everything. I let my guard down. And it was exactly the
Your Dad's Perfect Her Words
Zade POVAs I walk in, I spot my brothers and Grayson sitting together, deep in conversation. The moment they see me, all their eyes narrow, landing on the bruises and blood that still stain my face.Grayson’s reaction is immediate—he jumps to his feet, his face a mixture of anger and concern. “What the fuck?” he snaps, storming toward me. “Who did this to you?”I let out a dry laugh as I pour myself a drink, meeting his glare. “Me.”Grayson’s jaw drops. “You beat yourself up?”“No, I told someone to do it. Just forget it, Gray,” I snap back, feeling my patience thinning. He falls silent, watching me carefully worry etched on his face.Zak smirks, his tone taunting. “You told someone to beat you up?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.I clench my jaw. “I said to forget it,” I bite out, my voice hard. He backs down, and the table falls into an awkward silence.Grayson just shakes his head, clearly pissed but keeping his thoughts to himself. “Enjoy your night, guys,” he says quie
Your Dad's Perfect Wanting Pain
ZadeI sink into the plush leather of the small lounge, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. The room is quiet now, but the remnants of conversation, the echoes of laughter, still linger in the air. Cleo slides her arms around my neck, pulling me back against her, her presence grounding me. Joel and Willow slip out, casting one last glance my way before leaving, and I groan, knowing I’ve managed to drag everyone into my mess tonight.Without hesitation, Cleo moves, swinging a leg over me until she’s straddling my lap, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. She watches me, her expression softer than I’d like. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, her voice gentle, almost cautious.I grit my teeth, irritation flaring. “Can you not?” I snap, rubbing a hand over my face. “Don’t baby me, Cleo. Don’t act like I’m some wounded creature in need of pity.” The harshness in my voice hangs heavy between us, but I don’t regret it.Her eyes linger on me, steady and assessin
Your Dad's Perfect Foolish Place
Zade POV“You’re nothing but a self-loathing bastard, aren’t you?” She pauses, tilting her head as though expecting me to argue, to deny it. But I can’t, and she knows it. Her fingers slide back up to my throat, holding me in place as her gaze locks onto mine, her voice dropping to a whisper that feels like a knife in my chest. “Say it, Zade. Say you’re nothing.”My breath catches, my pride and shame twisting together. The truth she’s dragging out of me, laying bare for both of us to see, forces a rough exhale from my lips. “I’m… I’m nothing,” I murmur, the words leaving a bitter, satisfying taste in my mouth.Cleo’s smile widens, her grip on me tightening. “Good. And do you know why you’re nothing?” She waits, her eyes never wavering, and I hesitate, feeling the heat in my face as she presses me further.“Because I deserve it,” I say, the words hollow yet true, an acknowledgment that I’ve buried for far too long.“Damn right you do,” she sneers, her fingers tracing down my cheek, lea
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ZadeI knew if I waited, things would go wrong, which is why I proposed to Izzy sooner than I had planned. Good job I did as if I hadn't. I was meant to be proposing right now, which isn't ideal.The room is buzzing with controlled chaos. Nurses move efficiently around us, murmuring instructions and checking monitors. Izzy lies in the hospital bed, her face flushed, hair damp with sweat, and hands clutching mine like a lifeline. Her grip is strong—stronger than I ever expected—but I welcome the pain. It’s grounding me, keeping me in the moment when I feel like I might lose my mind.“Zade, breathe,” Izzy groans, her voice strained as another contraction overtakes her. “You’re supposed to remind me to breathe, not forget how to do it yourself.”I snap out of my daze, nodding quickly. “Right. Breathe, Izzy. Deep breaths.” I mimic the motion, inhaling and exhaling like I’m teaching her something she hasn’t been doing perfectly for hours.She glares at me between breaths, sweat beading on
Your Dad's Perfect His Question
IzzyI can’t help but smile at Zade as he drives, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile glowing in the soft morning light. Time has slipped by so quickly. It feels like only yesterday we were grappling with fears and uncertainty, and now here we are. Zade has been by my side so much more than I ever expected. He still works, but not nearly as much as he did before. Somehow, he’s found a balance, and it’s brought us closer in ways I didn’t think possible.While he’s working, I spend most of my time at home with Sammi and baby Emmerson. It’s been heartwarming to watch Sammi and Grayson navigate parenthood together, their bond strengthening with every passing day. Watching their joy gives me hope—hope that Zade and I can have something just as beautiful with our baby.Zade has been going to counseling regularly, and I see pieces of the real him emerging more and more each week. The man beneath the armor he built to survive, to lead the mafia, to bury his pain—that man is someone ext
Your Dad's Perfect My Plan
Zade POVI lose myself in her, time slipping away as I drink her in, the salty-sweet flavor of her flooding my senses. She collapses into the bed eventually, her body limp, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Even now, her walls quiver, her body still coming down as I lick the last remnants of her release.When I finally pull away, I move up her body and kiss her with a desperate need, our lips crashing together in a possessive claim. I’m hard again, painfully so, but there’s no rush. Tonight, there’s no clock ticking down, no interruptions, just us.“Alright,” I say, standing to strip the last of my clothes, my eyes devouring her sprawled form. “Let’s keep going.”She whimpers, weak from the relentless pleasure, and reaches for me, her hands trembling as they find my shoulders. “Zade,” she murmurs, but I’m nowhere near done.Izzy tastes like heaven, pure and raw, a flavor I never want to forget. My lips return to her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her again. Her body jerks as s
Your Dad's Perfect Showing Her
ZadeAs I help Izzy into my car, her radiant smile reminds me just how much I’ve been neglecting her. I’ve been so consumed with making sure Grayson is home with Sammi and the baby that I’ve failed the one person who needed me most—her. The guilt eats at me as I start the engine, and I steal glances at her, soaking in her beauty, her strength, her unwavering patience with me.She pulls something from her bag and holds it out to me—a scan image. My heart twists as I take it, running my fingers over the black-and-white lines that outline our baby.“I’m sorry I missed it,” I whisper, the weight of regret heavy in my voice.Her smile is soft, understanding. “It’s fine. You were working and making sure Grayson was home for Sammi and the baby.” Her words are kind, but they cut deep. Missing this moment wasn’t fine, and I can’t let it happen again.When we arrive, I park and immediately step out, going to her side and lifting her into my arms. She laughs lightly, her arms wrapping around my
Your Dad's Perfect Time Together
Izzy POVHis dark eyes burn into mine, a mixture of frustration and desire. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Izzy,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.I lean in, letting my breath ghost over his lips. “Good. I want to play, Zade. And this time, I make the rules.”“You want to fuck me?” His voice is low, teasing, as his dark eyes bore into mine, a smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him, restrained and vulnerable yet brimming with raw power, ignites something primal in me. I chuckle softly, leaning in to capture his lips, grinding against him as I feel him stir beneath me.“Oh, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you,” I murmur against his lips, my voice husky with desire. Pulling back, I let a wicked smile curl on my lips. “You’re all mine now,” I whisper, my words dripping with dominance. Slowly, deliberately, I sink to my knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as my hands glide over his thighs.His breath hitches when I reach up, my fingers wrapping around his s
Your Dad's Perfect Always Busy
IzzyIt’s been two months since we came back, and while Zade and I have grown closer, some days feel like we’re barely keeping our heads above water. The distance that came with my pregnancy has dissolved, and his promise to fuck me every day? He’s kept it. But most of the time, it’s rushed, like an obligation rather than passion.I understand why—he’s juggling too much. He practically ordered Grayson to stay home for a couple of months after Sammi had the baby, leaving him to hold everything together. Sure, his brothers are around to help, but Zade hardly leans on them. It’s as if he’s still carrying the weight of raising them, of being their protector, even now.Today was supposed to be different. It was the scan, the moment I’ve been excited about for weeks. But, at the last minute, he got a call—something urgent, something he couldn’t ignore—and I found myself in the clinic with my mum instead of him. All I got from Zade was a quick message asking how it went. No follow-up, no exc
Your Dad's Perfect Fixing It
Izzy POVThe moment Zade walks in, the tension between us hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. We talk briefly, my voice trembling as I tell him the words that have been weighing on my heart: “I’m keeping the baby.” Relief flickers across his face, but it’s not pure joy—it’s layered with fear, uncertainty, and something I can’t quite place. He doesn’t say much after that, just pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I melt into him, exhaustion taking over as I fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.When I wake, the space beside me is empty, and the bed feels colder without him. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing my eyes. My gaze falls on Zade, seated at the foot of the bed, his back turned to me. His shoulders are tense, and his head is bowed slightly, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on him.I hesitate, unsure of what to say or how to bridge the chasm that feels like it’s grown between us. Things had been going so well before all this, and now? Now it feels like we’ve b
Your Dad's Perfect Realising
IzzyThe moment Grayson wraps his arms around me, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me like a storm. For the first time in hours, there’s a flicker of safety, but it’s fragile, like glass teetering on the edge of shattering. Zade’s words still echo in my mind—angry, hurt, raw—and even though I know deep down he would never hurt me, in that moment, he didn’t feel like the man I fell in love with. He felt like someone else entirely, someone I didn’t know.The sound of the door closing behind me sends a chill through my spine. Zade has left. I should stop him, run after him, beg him to stay, but I can’t. My legs feel like lead, and my heart is a hurricane of guilt and confusion.“What’s happened?” Grayson’s voice cuts through the silence, low but laced with tension. His arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I let myself break. The tears come in uncontrollable waves, and I bury my face into his chest as though I can hide from my own mistakes.“I’m pregnant, Gray,” I cho
Your Dad's Perfect Feeling Foolish
Zade POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see her face—tear-streaked and filled with anguish. Then the memories hit, unbidden and relentless. Blood. The screams. The bodies. My parents, mangled and lifeless. Her—my ex, so pregnant, so full of life, and then... gone. The flashbacks swallow me whole, dragging me under. My breathing becomes shallow, erratic, and I grip the edge of the table to ground myself, my knuckles white.“Zade,” a voice cuts through the storm in my mind, anchoring me back to reality. I look up to see Grayson sitting across from me, his face a mixture of concern and frustration.I can’t even muster the energy to speak. I just stare at him, then down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me.“Did you drink it?” he asks, his tone sharp but not unkind.I shake my head. “No. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”Grayson exhales, leaning back in his chair. “At least you didn’t. That’s something.” He watches me closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re drowning, Za
