All Chapters of Oops! He's My Ex's Dad!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My cheeks turned red as I felt a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction. "You're insatiable," I teased, my voice still breathy.He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Only for you," he replied, his hands gently caressing my back while we stood there naked in his office. "I can't get enough of you, Jenna."I opened my mouth to speak but got interrupted by a knock on the door.I froze, my eyes locking with on Keith's in panic and a hint of residual lust. I quickly scrambled to grab my discarded clothes, the urgency in my movements heightened by the persistent knocking."Just a minute," Keith called out, his voice surprisingly steady given the situation. He tossed me my blouse, and I fumbled to put it on, my fingers trembling while he just got dressed casually.As Keith zipped up his pants and adjusted his shirt, I tried to smooth down my skirt, my heart pounding in my chest. The knock came again, more insistent this time."Keith, are you in there?" The voice belonged to Yil

YILENA POVI slid away from Keith and Jenna under the guise of keeping watch, only to pull out my phone and make a call.Fuck, Keith. I'm not ready to die. Not yet. My deathbed can never be this close because of them.The man I shot, Leonard Whitaker, has been Keith's nemesis for as long as I can remember and he has found us out.I'm very sure he's not going to forget my face after I shot him and now I need protection from him too. There's no telling what will happen if Keith gets treated and decides to take everything upon himself.We'd be screwed.I watched my phone screen desperately as it was about to buzz for the last time.Thankfully, the person I called picked up in the last second and I breathed out in relief, just noticing that I'd been holding my breath."What is it?" she asked, her voice as hostile as the last time we met.I don't blame her for that, after all, she hates those who don't finish the job."Good evening." I greeted nervously."Girl. I do not have all day. What

SARAH POVI sat on the cold, unforgiving floor of my prison cell, knees pulled tightly to my chest. My thin prison uniform did little to shield me from the chill that seeped up through the concrete, but I barely noticed. My mind was a chaos of thoughts, all circling back to that moment, replaying it endlessly.I had been so close. The knife had felt heavy in my hand, a reassuring weight, as I had approached Jenna.I was close to ending her life, the one who had ruined everything, whose mere existence had twisted my life into a nightmare. I could still see her smug face, the casual way she moved through life as if she hadn't destroyed mine.What happened? I was so close I could have stabbed her damned stomach.Oh... Yes...My fingers twitched involuntarily, remembering the grip of the blade. I had imagined the look on her face, the shock, the fear, as I ended it all. My breath quickened at the memory, a mix of anger and regret surging through my veins. I had wanted to see her suffe

KEITH POVMy voice was a dangerous growl, my eyes burning with fury. "Why the hell did you bring me here?!" I demanded, my anger surging as I tightened my grip around Yilena's neck, forcing her back against the cold wall behind her. "You had one job, Yilena. One. Job. And you bring me back here?" My voice, low and menacing, reverberated through the dimly lit hallway. Yilena struggled for breath, her hands clawing at mine, trying to loosen my vice-like hold. Her eyes widened in panic, but she managed to shake her head, attempting to speak, but I didn't let her. With a swift motion, I shoved her against the wall, my hand around her neck tightening even more. "You think I won't kill you for this? Bringing me back here? I should—"Before I could utter another word, a burst of laughter echoed from a nearby room, followed by a mocking voice. "Hey, did you hear that? This chick says Yilena's brought 'Master Keith' here! The dumbest excuse ever," one voice sneered. "We all know he'd nev

JENNA POVSoft morning light filtered through sheer, cream-coloured curtains, casting a warm glow over the opulent room. I stirred, feeling the silk sheets against my skin and the plushness of the mattress beneath me. I stretched luxuriously, a smile playing on my lips, enjoying the unfamiliar comfort. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the high, intricately carved ceiling above me. The chandelier, adorned with crystal droplets, sparkled in the morning light. And then boom! Confusion washed over me and I bolted upright, clutching the satin sheets to my chest, my heart pounding. This wasn’t my bedroom. The bed I was in was enormous, surrounded by ornate, antique furniture. A grand vanity stood across the room, it is surface cluttered with elegant bottles of perfume and exquisite jewellery.My gaze darted around the room. To my left, a door led to what appeared to be a luxurious en-suite bathroom, the marble floor gleaming and the fixtures gleaming gold. To my right, a sitting area w