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IzzyHe steps closer, his hands finding my hips as he lifts me onto the seat with ease. “You can sit in front of me,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost intimate, “then my arms will cage you in.” The idea sends a jolt through me, and I nod wordlessly, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Before I can second-guess it, I feel him climb on behind me, his legs bracketing mine, his entire frame a warm, solid wall against my back.The thought of wanting to get off flickers through my mind, but it vanishes when his hands slide down, gripping the inside of my thighs, pulling me back until my body is flush against his. His chest presses firmly against my back, and I can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. Every part of him feels close, too close, and I suddenly forget how to breathe.He reaches down, taking my hands and placing them gently on his legs. “You can hold onto my legs,” he murmurs, his tone steady, yet almost protective. “Or here, whichever makes you feel safer.” He motions to the
Your Dad's Perfect Struggling
ZadeThe bike was a bad idea, I realised that quickly. How I touched her was wrong, and the closeness? Something about the closeness had me feeling things. How the fuck did I feel safe with her close to me? Not just safe, but understood, and there's no way she understands me.All I could think about while I was pressed against her back as kissing her neck, or stroking her body and it took everything not to, which is a good thing as my face and ribs are still hurting from yesterdays punishment and I can't take another right now, but I would if I touched her again.She ran, straight into the spa. Opening the back of the bike, I take out the pills, and they feel like they are burning in my hand. Something about her having these makes me feel uneasy. She shouldn't be fucking anyone, other than me, but that's fucked up as well.Walking in, I step into the office and close the door, I look a ther but her eyes are fixed on the laptop.“I won’t say anything, Zade,” her words are cold and crue
Your Dad's Perfect Avoiding Him
IzzyThe rest of the day at work is a blur, my mind still tangled in everything I’d seen. After lunch, I find the small pill pack I’d collected from doctor’s office lying on my desk, and I feel a wave of relief that Zade put them there without making it a thing. But his simple gesture, the quiet way he’s handled it, gnaws at me. I can’t seem to let him slip from my thoughts, even as I try to focus on work. By the time I finish for the day, my head is buzzing, a mess of confusion and curiosity. And when I finally leave, I feel an almost desperate urge to understand more of what I saw with him and Cleo.After getting home, I change into a tight black skirt and a lace corset, letting the transformation take over, shedding the day’s stress as I slip into the anonymity of Gabriella—or “Candy,” as the others call me here. Mask and wig in place, I make my way backstage, blending in with the other dancers. We’re a patchwork of identities, each of us cloaked in new names, new personas, trading
Your Dad's Perfect Their Advice
IzzyAs I step back behind the curtain, Eva is waiting, watching with a knowing smile.“Not bad, Gabby,” she says, her voice carrying a hint of pride. “So about this guy.” Her eyes are steady, understanding in a way that feels comforting, like I’m not as lost in this as I thought.“It won’t ever work, you know?” I admit, the uncertainty twisting in my stomach. “What he likes, I’ve never done anything like that. I wouldn’t know where to start.”Eva raises an eyebrow, a glint of something in her eyes. “Hailey!” she calls out, catching the attention of our manager. I look at her, confused, as Hailey approaches.“You know how I’m over at Delouxe Chambers for the rest of the night? Any chance we can split Gabby’s work between here and there?” Eva says smoothly, glancing at me with a smirk.Delouxe Chambers? I can’t even hide the confusion in my face as I try to process what she’s setting up. Before I can ask, Hailey sighs. "I'll need to check," Hailey says before walking off.I start dress
Your Dad's Perfect His Secrets
IzzyMy heart races with a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I follow Eva into Delouxe Chambers. She catches my eye and offers a reassuring smile, her voice calm but firm.“We’ll stay in the communal area for now,” she murmurs, her tone soothing. “I won’t take you into the private rooms yet.” She winks, a mischievous glint in her eye.I nod, though curiosity eats away at me. “What’s the difference?” I ask, my voice barely steady, a trace of nerves slipping through.“Communal is more relaxed,” she explains, her words measured, her gaze sweeping over the room ahead. “It’s where men and women come to drink, unwind, with the workers nearby, creating an atmosphere of quiet power. Private, on the other hand, is one-on-one. That’s where specific requests are made.” She meets my gaze, her voice softer, almost conspiratorial. “Anything from domination, humiliation, to more intimate exchanges, including sex. But remember—you only do what you’re comfortable with.”We step further in, and the
Your Dad's Perfect Trying
Izzy“What about those private rooms?” I press, keeping my tone casual. “If I wanted to learn more, would what I’m doing out here be enough training?”Eva’s gaze sharpens, picking up on my curiosity. “Not quite. The private rooms are different. If you’re serious, you’d need to observe some of the Dominatrix's up close and watch how they work. But if you’re interested, I can set it up for you tomorrow night.”I nod quickly, eager to dig deeper into Zade’s world, to understand what draws him here. The questions build within me, and I can feel the excitement—the need to figure out what Zade wants, craves, and why he needs this hidden side of himself.Eva gestures for me to follow, her heels clicking softly as she weaves further into the room, her steps purposeful and confident. My pulse quickens as we pass by the velvet lounges and alcoves, taking in every flicker of movement, every subtle exchange of power. Eva stops at a plush armchair where a man sits, masked and handcuffed, his postu
Your Dad's Perfect Her Attempts
ZadeI haven’t seen Izzy since work, and it’s starting to gnaw at me. She’s been close with Sammi lately, always stopping by or at least making an appearance, but tonight, there’s been nothing. A part of me is itching to ask Grayson if he’s heard from her, to see if he knows where she’s gone, but doing that? It’d be admitting I care, more than I should. Getting sucked in is a trap I can’t afford, so I shove down the urge and stay seated at the table, my eyes drifting over the dancers who know better than to approach me right now.I turn my head as the door opens, and Eva strolls in. She makes her way over and sits across from me, her gaze assessing.“We lost a dancer,” I start, my tone dry. “Go on, tell me all about it. I’m sure the whole scene sent her running for the hills.” I settle back, waiting to hear how “Candy” handled it.But Eva only chuckles, shaking her head. “Actually, you’d be surprised. She’s a natural. Young, yes, but she took to it like that.” She snaps her fingers, s
Your Dad's Perfect Killing Them
ZadeI move quickly, closing the distance and slipping inside Grayson’s office just as she enters the other room. Her date, completely oblivious, steps toward the door, and I seize my chance. Grabbing him by the collar, I yank him into the shadows of the office, his eyes going wide with shock.“Zade—”Before he can finish, my arm snakes around his neck, and I pull him against me, tightening my grip as he starts to struggle. There’s no way he’s going to touch her, not now, not ever. He claws at my arms, his body thrashing against mine, but I hold tight, tightening until his struggles start to slow. I keep squeezing until he’s motionless, ensuring he’ll never be a problem for her again. Finally, I release him, letting his lifeless body drop to the floor.My chest heaves as I look down at him, the reality of what I’ve done settling over me. It’s done. There were other ways to handle this, I know that, but none would have been as final. None would have guaranteed that he’d stay out of her
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Your Dad's Perfect Perfect
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
