All Chapters of Your Dad's Perfect: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The lights dim slightly as we move to the center of the room. The air shifts, growing softer, more intimate, as the music begins to play—a slow, gentle melody that fills the space with warmth. Grayson’s hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me closer, and for a moment, I forget that anyone else is here. It’s just us, in this perfect little bubble, away from everything.His eyes lock onto mine, and there’s something in the way he looks at me—like he still can’t quite believe this is real. His other hand takes mine, and he leans in close, his voice barely a whisper. “You ready for this?”I smile, my heart swelling in my chest. “I’ve never been more ready.”We start to sway, moving in time with the music. Each step is slow, deliberate, but effortless, as if we’ve been dancing together like this forever. The world around us fades away, the laughter and chatter of the guests dissolving into background noise. All I can hear is the soft music, the sound of his breath mingling with min

I cradle Sammi in my arms, carrying her up the stairs. She smiles softly, but I can see the flicker of worry in her eyes—for Zade. I want to tell her everything, to ease her mind, but I know that revealing the truth will shatter Zade when he learns she already knows.In the bedroom, I gently set Sammi down and slowly unzip her wedding dress. I lift it with care, hanging it up reverently, fully aware of how much it means to her and everyone around her. When I turn back to face her, a smile forms on my lips—she’s absolutely breathtaking, more than I ever imagined. I had so many plans for tonight, but now, none of them seem enough for the woman standing before me.Our eyes meet, and in hers, I see a reflection of the same love and desire burning inside me. Silently, she reaches for my tie, tugging me closer as her fingers deftly undo the knot. It feels like time has slowed, the outside world fading away, leaving just the two of us in this moment. I lean in, capturing her lips with mine,

ZadeWhen I wake, I feel like utter shit—not that it’s anything new. I always feel like this when I wake. Dragging myself out of bed, I stagger into the bathroom. A cold shower jolts me awake, not to clean myself, but to shock my mind into starting. It does little for the filth that clings to my soul, but at least it wakes me up. Afterward, I throw on some joggers and head to the gym.For the next hour, I force my body to wake up, trying to sweat out the whiskey from last night. Each punch, each rep, drives the darkness a little further away. The memories, the guilt—they fade, at least for a while. By the end of it, I’m not clearheaded, but I can function. I can step out into the world and pretend like everything’s fucking perfect.Back in my room, I shower again—this time for real. I put on the suit, adjust the tie, and head downstairs.Stepping into the kitchen, I grab a coffee, the smell grounding me. My eyes catch Grayson sitting at the table. "You’re up early, considering everyth

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

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