All Chapters of On Her Daddy’s Bed! : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42. Author’s POV The next morning, Hazel stepped out of the kitchen, her hands carefully holding a tray with breakfast. She set it down on the dining table, dressed casually in a pink pant and a white crop top. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face, giving her an effortlessly cute look. Tracy, seated at the dining table, watched her with a teasing smile. “You’d make a great wife, you know?” Tracy said, her voice laced with playful humor. Hazel rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. Tracy had spent the night here again, and Hazel was used to her best friend waking up at her place. It was a comforting habit, one that made mornings a little brighter. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or a challenge,” Hazel replied, walking back to the kitchen to grab the rest of the food. Tracy followed her, still trying to sneak bites from the food Hazel was preparing. “Is there anything I can hel

Chapter 44. Authors Pov. “Hey, big head.” he teased and Tracy stared at him stroking her fingers to him. “You are lucky it's no other person than you, I would have designed your face as much as you have designed my dress,” she said with a pout and Alex chuckled. “I am sorry… pretty head. I could get you another.” he smiled and Tracy stared at her clothes again. “It's fine… I will let you slide.” “I insist pretty head, even though you were the one lost in too much stare I would still do you a favor.” he teased, and Tracy chuckled. “Look who can barely see properly.” she teased and he chuckled. “By the way, what brought you here? He asked getting a hold of her bag she scoffed. “You better not be a dumbhead. What else do people do at the mall?” she questioned and Alex chuckled. “You could be a spy meant to chase after me.” he shrugged and Tracy smiled. “Well. Yes I am and I will be getting a dress for that.” she smiled and he chuckled, leading her to the wear part of

Chapter 46. Authors Pov. Hazel’s pulled her gaze off her phone. “Stop the car,” she commanded the driver in her usual calm voice and his legs found the jar. He brought the car to a halt and turned to Hazel, waiting for her to give her orders, he was scared for his life, over time he had recalled that Morris died for taking Hazel to the wrong place and he didn't want to be a victim in any way. “To The boss's company.” she finally gave her order and he released the breath he never knew he was holding, making a U-turn as swift as possible. Hazel stared at the city that moved in a blur and her cheeks flushed at the kind of things she wished to do to Axel. She was going to make him yearn to touch her and she was still not going to give him the chance till he pleaded so well for it. ********************** Alex had one focus and it was to finish from his schedule and fall into the arms of his baby. Just if she could make work easy for him and run down to his office, but nev

Chapter 48. Authors Pov. Hazel woke yo the next day feeling tensed, the ray had penetrated into the room resting on her checks and causing her a little discomfort. Her eyes opened to the ceiling, and she blinked softly, taking in the room and the familiar fresh air of the room, she could tell that it wasn't her room, and the darkness that visited her gaze the moment she opened her eyes assured her 95 percent that the room wasn't hers. She turned to the other side of the bed and no one was there. She sat upright, taking in the incident that happened the previous day. Her cheeks flushed as she recalled how she had taken him like a good girl and how he had rammed into her. She had passed out after such a glorious orgasm, and she couldn't believe she didn't wake up the next day. She groaned softly teasing the sleep away from her eyes her mind wandering to the naught thoughts of Axel and how hot his gaze made her feel. She pulled out of the duvet, realizing that she was st

Chapter 50. Author’s POV. Riyyan woke up the next day with a swirl of happy thoughts in her mind. She had spent hours preparing a meal that she hoped would sway her father’s decision. It was an odd feeling, being in the kitchen—she had never really done anything like this before, but she was determined. Her fingers fumbled a bit, but with every step, her confidence grew. The maids watched in awe as she hummed softly, the melody of a song from her headphones filling her ears. They were used to seeing Riyyan in fine clothes, but this was different. Today, she was in a simple, short pink jersey top, something comfortable and sweet, yet she moved with grace. It was almost comical to think that a week ago, Riyyan had no idea how to boil water, but here she was, pulling off a meal that she hoped would speak louder than words. She had Googled every recipe, watched tutorials, and taken mental notes to make sure this would work. If it succeeded, she would be able to celebrate this small