All Chapters of Your Dad's Perfect: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sammi’s POVEvery instinct in my body screamed at me to leave. Staying here felt wrong—everything about it was suffocating me. Yet, of course, Zade appeared, right on cue, just as I was walking out of my room, my bag slung over my shoulder, and refused to let me go.I stood there, torn between two impossible decisions. One part of me knew I was acting out, that maybe I was overreacting, like a child throwing a tantrum. But the other part—the louder part—felt like I hadn’t even begun to express just how messed up everything was. I hadn’t made enoughnoise, hadn’t shown everyone the depth of my pain, my frustration, my anger.And then, there was Grayson. He was the only thing tethering me here. Leaving would mean I wouldn’t see him, wouldn’t feel the comfort of his presence. And with how tense everything had become lately, if anyone found out the truth about Grayson and me... I couldn’t even imagine the fallout. It wouldn’t end well, for either of us.A knock on the door pulls me from m

Grayson’s POVI’m not comfortable keeping secrets from Sammi, especially ones this big. The way she’s looking at me now, her eyes searching mine for answers, makes me feel even worse. I can see the questions brewing in her head, and she’s waiting for me to explain why the others left with Mac. She deserves to know the truth, but it’s not my place to tell her. And if I do, Zade will have my head.I’ve already been given the cover story, rehearsed it a hundred times. But the idea of lying to her makes me feel sick. It was easier to lie to her before I accepted how I felt. Sammi has no idea about the real world she’s entangled in, and we’ve worked hard to make sure she never finds out. But I wonder—how long can we keep this lie alive?“Gray, what is it?” she asks, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts. The worry in her eyes pierces through me.I plaster on a smile, though it feels hollow. “Nothing,” I lie, even though I hate myself for it. “Look, from what I’ve been told, they’re expan

Sammi’s POVI walk upstairs in a daze, my legs feeling like they’re moving on their own. Everything feels surreal, like I’m living in some nightmare I can’t wake up from. When I finally reach my bed, I crawl under the covers and curl up into a ball, staring blankly at the ceiling. I’m so damn lost right now. My mind is spinning with everything Grayson just told me. How can my family be involved in the mafia? It sounds too extreme, too impossible. I feel like they’re lying to me, or maybe they’re testing me. It can’t be true, right?But at the same time, certain things suddenly make sense in a way they never did before. Little details I’ve ignored over the years start to surface. Like how Grayson and my brothers have always had this almost untouchable air around them. They could get away with anything. People never said no to them. And those women—those countless women Grayson has been with—none of them seemed to care when he used them. Was it all because he was part of the mafia? Did

Sammi’s POV I watched Grayson stride back into the room, his eyes burning with fury as he picked up the shattered remnants of the phone I’d thrown. Without saying a word, he plugged it into the laptop, his movements deliberate, controlled. His gaze never left me as he ordered someone to deliver a new phone by tomorrow. The tension in the air was thick, crackling with unspoken anger.The whole situation had spiraled out of control. I hadn’t meant to throw it, but in a moment of pure frustration, I lashed out. I was tired of being treated like a child, like I couldn’t make my own decisions. My fingers had closed around the first thing in reach, and before I knew it, the phone was flying across the room. Now, the consequences of that momentary rage were staring me in the face as Grayson connected the phone to retrieve its data. His face was cold as stone when he turned to me, demanding that we leave.Once in the car, I couldn’t contain my anger any longer. I sat rigidly, glaring at him,

Sammi's POVWithout warning, he pulls me onto the bed, positioning me on my knees. His hand grips my hair tightly as his cock drives into me again, the force of his thrusts making my body tremble. His other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to remind me of his dominance.He moves relentlessly, controlling my pleasure, my pain, everything. As he nears his own release again, I can feel my body nearing the edge of orgasm, but he drags it out, torturing me with slow, teasing thrusts.“I’m going to keep filling you all night,” he whispers harshly in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You will be filled with cum like you wanted. Only mine. Not Theirs!”I whimper softly, feeling the warm slickness trickle from my lips, rolling down the curve of my chin, betraying my struggle to hold it all in. My body trembles, barely able to process the sensation, caught between pleasure and the intensity of trying to obey his every command.His finger moves with a slow, deliberate pr